Chapter 579: Banana Evil, Not the Way (7)

Genshin.

"Ha? Cancel all courses and exams?!"

"This... what gives? We're all students, why does the moon outside always look fuller? I also want to cancel courses and exams!"

"Exactly! That thick book is all key points, how can we be tested? If we fail again this year, I'll have to delay graduation!"

"Compared to Origami University, what miserable days are we living through, sob sob..."

In a hallway outside the Wisdom Palace used for student rest, complaints and discontent rose and fell. Ti Na Li, who accompanied Ke Lai to the Wisdom Palace for business, happened to witness that Houzi's outrageous statement here, his brows nearly knotted together.

"Cancel all courses and exams for the semester, Master... this can't be a dream, can it?" Ke Lai's violet eyes widened, looking at Ti Na Li in disbelief.

"This is indeed a dream, Ke Lai." Ti Na Li's ears twitched slightly; he lifted his chin, puzzled by the principal's reasoning, "I can be certain this will never work. A school is fundamentally a place for academic exchange, communication, and transmission. No matter how flashy the methods to conceal it... for most people, the pursuit of knowledge is a painful process."

Even if one has fun at the school festival, knowledge won't automatically flow into the mind. After all, a school isn't an amusement park; if exams and courses are canceled, does it mean students must self‑study?

This principal... is absurd, to say the least.

But this made Ti Na Li even more convinced that the university is definitely flawed, perhaps related to this odd group of Houzi, perhaps tied to something else he doesn't yet know... In short, the university has strayed from its original path, and if not corrected, these students' time will be wasted.

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"\"Is it real?! \" the classmates stared at the principal in disbelief."

"\"Yes, don't doubt your ears. Young people, freedom—this is what Origami University wants to teach you. Throw academic and life worries behind you, unleash your personality quickly, and bring beloved things, like this sleepy banana monkey, to every corner of the campus! \""

"\"Welcome to the Colorful Dream School Festival! Beautiful dreams are colorful, ideals are free—! \""

Feeling the audience's tsunami of applause and cheers, San Yue Qi couldn't help but feel exhilarated, beginning to look forward to the upcoming campus life.

Next up is the 【String Test】; a few people entered the public classroom and took seats, the wait longer than expected. As the students' murmurs grew louder, a figure slowly walked in.

"Actors, quiet, quiet."

Like a stone dropped into a calm lake, the classroom's atmosphere changed subtly in an instant. The whispers stopped abruptly, and almost everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn there; not only San Yue Qi halted the photo sharing, but even Xing, who was dozing, was woken by a classmate behind.

It was a young man in a well‑tailored dark‑gray suit, tall and composed in his stride; but beyond his handsome looks, what caught the eye most was a... mechanical frog perched on his shoulder?

"Ah, it's really Mr. Rui Ke...!"

"So handsome, so handsome!"

A few girls in the front row excitedly took out their phones, pointing the camera at the man, but the 'Rui Ke' they called seemed already accustomed to such attention; he turned slowly, his gaze precisely landing on the girls filming him.

"Please stop the loud chatter, refrain from moving around, and turn off recording devices..."

His words seemed magical; the two girls' phones instantly powered off. Mr. Rui Ke gently pressed the frog on his shoulder, and, as if a stage curtain were rising, announced dramatically, "Everyone, get ready, the film is about to start!"

——

Spirit Cage.

When the sharply dressed man appeared in the classroom, Shan Da grunted loudly, "Tsk, this pretty face, smooth skin, not even as thick as my arm, and he can be a teacher? Teach what?"

"Oh, you just don't get it," Xia Dou lifted his chin proudly, "That's a director. In the old movies we watch at the market, people like him are the most important. Without directors, we wouldn't have the films we watch. The fighters, the cryers, the laughers in movies all obey the director! If the director says go east, they won't dare go west! If the director says 'you die', they must immediately lie down! More effective than the Huntmaster's orders!"

Shan Da scratched his head, half‑understanding, "Huh? So you mean... this Rui Ke has great authority? He commands many people?"

"Exactly!" Xia Dou nodded vigorously, his expression saying "you finally got it", "In my view, he's not here to attend classes; he calls these students 'actors', probably scouting suitable ones for his crew!"

Just then, Xia Dou's attention was again drawn to the uniquely designed mechanical frog on Rui Ke's shoulder.

"By the way... what's that little frog on his shoulder for? A pet?" Xia Dou tilted his head, curiosity evident.

Shan Da squinted, muttering, "Can't figure it out, probably something like a handheld camera? Since he's a director, he must have gear, so this frog is likely that."

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"Hello, actors (students). I'm the director (chief examiner) of this test; call me Mr. Rui Ke, this is the signature I often use in the credits."

A family member walked over disgruntled, "Mr. Rui Ke, please watch your language. This is a classroom, not a set."

Rui Ke glared coldly, "NG—anywhere my family's actors are, that's a set."

Rui Ke's remarks drew countless students in the audience to applaud, many of whom were his fans, shouting their admiration.

However, this enthusiasm was answered with Rui Ke's reprimand: "CUT—actors, watch your lines. I am now playing a guest teacher, and you are students; do not engage in untimely performance."

San Yue Qi felt the director looked familiar; behind him, Dan Heng added that this man is a world‑renowned director, and his works are all adaptations of real events, highly reference‑worthy.

Rui Ke stared at the mountain of student files on the podium, his gaze deepening: "Let me see the script for this scene. 'Under the examiner's supervision, the family tunes the examinees, seeking the innate gifts within the soul's melody...'"