Chapter 378

Very good, it seems today is another day off, the Star Disciples have also calmed down these two days; even if they cause trouble, they will pick a weekday to attack.

After waking up in the morning, Jiang Xia checked the current time and date at extreme speed; it was a very good day because today is the weekend.

Leisure time has dragged on too long, I can't even remember what day of the week it is today.

Like all known colleges, those who work or study at Heavenly River have their own holidays, such as weekends or festivals, when school is not in session; this is the most basic guarantee for faculty and staff.

But as the saying goes, not everyone fits the 9-to-5 weekend double‑rest work schedule; otherwise everyone would be off and no one would serve the public, so some special teachers and students do not get holidays.

For example, those who have failed too many courses, or whose attendance is insufficient, obviously need to stay for remedial classes.

However, this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia, because he is a psychology teacher who does not teach classes; those problem students will naturally have the teachers of the hell remedial class take care of them.

Although Jiang Xia is on vacation every day, since it's the weekend he should still have a sense of responsibility, so today he rewards himself by lying around at home all day.

In this era when the Internet has risen, going online is a magic tool for killing time.

Just open the computer, casually click a webpage that is obviously crudely made, and you will be surprised to find that time disappears just like that.

Jiang Xia struck the keyboard at extreme speed, the mouse moved at an unbelievable velocity, and the images on the screen flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Exactly, he was playing a game, and an online game that tests hand speed and reaction.

Obviously, even the fastest‑reacting human in this world could not be Jiang Xia's opponent; in a game his reaction speed is practically issuing commands at the computer's limit.

All kinds of impossible, heaven‑defying maneuvers not only make teammates' scalps tingle, but also cause opponents to constantly shout about hacks, cheating, and so on.

Nevertheless, regarding all such talk, he has only one meaning: 'If you can't afford to lose, practice more; if you can't afford to play, don't play.'

Before he was just an ordinary person, but now he is a superhuman who can even react to bullets; playing a game certainly couldn't turn him back into an ordinary person—this is all the result of his effort.

In the time it takes the opponent to type one sentence, Jiang Xia has already typed ten; this is the gap at the extreme of hand speed.

However, while Jiang Xia was happily enjoying his time bullying newbies, a sudden, urgent phone ring jerked him out of that exhilarated state.

After Jiang Xia once again blew up several enemies, he slowly pulled out his constantly vibrating phone, operated the keyboard with one hand, and with the other lifted the phone to his ear.

"Their next target is Cancer."

A cluster of female voices came from the other end of the phone, and the information they brought was also very valuable—at least it wasn't bad news that would ruin his happy gaming time.

Jiang Xia half‑reclined in a fluffy chair, trading insults with net trolls while speaking:

"Your organization is really ambitious—slacking off on workdays, then all sorts of shenanigans come out on weekends."

The one who told him that Cancer was about to awaken was, under Jiang Xia's coercion, the Scorpio switcher who had successfully defected, Sonoda Sarina.

"I've already told you the news about Cancer, so what's the next move?"

Sonoda Sarina barely restrained the impulse to chop this scum into pieces, and asked expressionlessly.

"Just issue a few more fake leave slips."

"……What leave slips?"

"The main force opposing the Star Disciples now needs you to bring leave slips to rescue them; otherwise things will be difficult. As a homeroom teacher, haven't you received the notice? Ruyue and the others are currently studying in the remedial class, so you need to use your homeroom authority to pull them out."

As the instructor of the Kamen Rider Club, he was the first to know what these problem children had done.

"By the way, when you pull them out, don't forget to tell them the identity of the Star Disciples."

Jiang Xia watched the game screen already jumping to the settlement interface, and reminded Sonoda Sarina, "If they ask, just say I found it out."

"You shameless bastard." Sonoda Sarina angrily hung up the phone and then rushed toward the office. If she took too long, Libra would accuse her of doing shady things behind his back, so she had to hurry.

After hanging up, Jiang Xia stood up, slightly loosened his shoulders, put on his clothes, left the computer that could make him happy all day, and entered the weekend Heavenly River high school.

Cancer, I wonder what interesting special ability it will have.

On the other hand, in the so‑called hell remedial class, various familiar faces sat honestly in the classroom, each in their own seat.

The members of the hell remedial class are: Ge Xing Xian Wu, forced to come because of insufficient attendance, and Ruyue Xian Tairan, who failed his courses.

Chengdao Youmu, caught smuggling his favorite books into the library, and Yazama Tomoko, who sneaked into the teacher's office to delete all data because her photos turned out ugly.

And the one who calls himself the king of this school, the ace of the Rugby Club, but is actually a clown, Daiwenzi Hayato.

The so‑called hell remedial class is just a gathering place for problem children, and by coincidence these few are all members of the Kamen Rider Club, whether they joined or not—they're all here, the main force completely rounded up.

As long as everyone here loses combat ability because of the remedial class, even if the Twelve Constellations stroll all over the campus, no one will come to stop them.

Just then, a teacher wearing gold‑rimmed glasses, a white shirt underneath a gray vest, with a tie, and a refined appearance walked up the steps.

"Hello everyone, I am Teacher Satake, in charge of special life guidance."

He held a thick, long ruler, gripping it like a stick and tapped the podium: "Whenever there are problem students, I must step in and conduct thorough remedial instruction."

He smiled slightly, "Reforming you completely is my responsibility."

"Let's start a pleasant remedial session," he said, brandishing the so‑called ruler that was really a stick.

"I didn't expect the teacher to be so gentle; it looks easy to pass." Chengdao Youmu rolled his eyes.

The only way to escape the hell remedial class is to gain the teacher's approval and score 50 points on the exam; otherwise you must stay at school every weekend for remedial work—this is school regulation.

Of course, only the most serious problem children are sent here.

But this gentle teacher's next sentence almost drove Chengdao Youmu to despair.

"First copy the word 'reflection' a thousand times, then take the test."

Teacher Satake watched the problem children obediently copying under his task, holding the stick as he walked and reminded:

"'Reflection' really is a good word; you must sincerely understand its meaning, and if your handwriting is poor, I won't accept it."

Just then, a voice he especially disliked sounded.

"Hey, teacher, I have a question."

"Ruyue Xian Tairan, what do you want to ask?" Teacher Satake turned around, looked at the school's bigwig, the chief troublemaker Ruyue Xian Tairan, widened his eyes and smiled.

As a teacher one must stay polite; even when faced with the most detestable student, one must smile—even if it's a bit like a sneer, it's still a smile.

"Why am I using a brush?"

Ruyue Xian Tairan felt deeply wronged; everyone else uses ordinary notebooks, but he has to use a brush and xuan paper—this differential treatment is too obvious, one sheet can hold only one character, writing a thousand times would pile higher than a person.

"Because insincere students need to reflect properly, Ruyue Xian Tairan—if you think it's bad, unfair, I'll change it." Teacher Satake, his smile unchanged, raised two fingers and made a scissor gesture.

"Huh?" Ruyue Xian Tairan said doubtfully.

You must copy it two thousand times as the price for your question.

(End of chapter)