Chapter 332: Volume 1, Chapter 332: Strange Manga (2)

【Please make a choice within ten seconds, otherwise the system will randomly select for you.】

A voice like a death summoner kept counting down in her ear.

The second option is suicide: beating the principal in front of so many teachers and students, which would cost her life.

Only the first option can be chosen.

She hesitated not, and clicked option ①.

【Selection successful, please begin your performance~】

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, her expression changed, she raised her arms, and expressed the excitement of having won a million-dollar lottery.

"Principal, I want to bring the new batch of students!"

The nameless teachers beside her looked at her in disbelief, and Jiang Zhi saw in their eyes 'admiration', and...

As if looking at a corpse.

Is it really that exaggerated?

Jiang Zhi didn't have time to think further; the principal before her, beaming with pride, praised her profusely.

The welcoming ceremony ended.

The teacher's office is located in the room at the far end of the second floor, next to the toilet; when passing through the corridor, one can smell a pungent, foul odor, and a cleaning auntie keeps her head down like a marionette, maintaining the motion of mopping the floor.

Jiang Zhi, holding her teaching materials, passed by and arrived at the classroom of the new batch of students in the dormitory.

Located on the fifth floor of the teaching building, as she stepped onto the floor, a smell of burnt ash drifted on the wind; what came into view were walls coated with thick white powder, extending to the innermost classroom.

She stopped her steps and gave herself a preventive shot.

It's just a bunch of high school students; no matter how scary, they couldn't possibly kill her, right?

After Jiang Zhi finished thinking, as she was about to walk into the classroom, a shrill scream sounded.

Before she could see clearly, a figure stumbled over and collapsed in front of her.

The male student wore a school uniform; his entire arm had been cleanly cut off, blood spurting out and splattering onto the wall.

His body twitched several times, then he fainted outright.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi stepped back, stunned.

At that moment, the cleaning auntie who had been mopping on the second floor suddenly appeared on the fifth floor, dragging away a student as if it were nothing unusual, muttering: "Cleaning up trash… cleaning up trash…"

Jiang Zhi sucked in a breath of cold air.

What the hell, is this a normal school?

Oh, she forgot, this is a supernatural horror manga.

【Identity change: A Teacher-Jiang Zhi (Homeroom Teacher of Senior Year 3 Class 4)】

Jiang Zhi found things increasingly off: "Aren't I supposed to teach the new batch of students? This is senior year 3."

【In the manga, the school only has senior year 3.】

Jiang Zhi: "."

She turned serious again: "In this horror manga, what logic is there to speak of!"

Jiang Zhi gripped the teaching materials in her arms tightly, tried not to look at the bloodstains scattered on the floor, and assumed the role of a stern, cold teacher.

Just as she reached the classroom door, she heard manic laughter coming from inside.

"Hahahaha~"

The male student sitting in the back seat wore his school uniform loosely, had dyed red hair, was flamboyant and arrogant, his grin stretching to his ears, legs crossed and resting on the front desk, gripping a machete that dragged on the floor, emitting a harsh metallic sound.

Aside from him, nearly all the students were problem kids; dark graffiti covered all four walls, the graffiti a dark red, and upon sniffing up close she became ever more certain it was painted with real blood.

"Hey, teacher's here, everyone sit down properly." said a bespectacled student in front who looked like a normal person.

In the classroom, the students' gazes all fell on Jiang Zhi at the door.

Jiang Zhi quickly glanced over all the students, then slowly walked up to the podium.

She suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something underfoot; looking down, she saw it was a severed arm, frightening her to the point she could barely keep her composure.

She quickly calmed down, holding her book, and said: "Hello, classmates, I am your homeroom teacher; my surname is Jiang, you may call me Teacher Jiang."

A male student sitting in the front stared at her with a scorching gaze, sizing up her body up and down as if he wanted to see her naked through her clothes, making one feel very uncomfortable.

"Teacher Jiang, you have a great figure; do you have a boyfriend? Are you still a virgin?" he asked in a lecherous tone.

Jiang Zhi felt only disgust at his words.

Ignoring his words, she wanted to start the lesson.

"So noisy!" the red-haired male student lifted his machete and slammed it hard onto the adjacent desk, his face full of gloom as he said: "Didn't I say? This class doesn't need a teacher; is that bald old man deaf?"

Saying that, he raised his machete and walked over.

The few students who had still been talking fell silent, faces showing fear, not daring to glance at him, lest they provoke him and bring disaster.

Jiang Zhi was also afraid inside, but she still tried to maintain her teacher's authority, pushing up the glasses resting on her nose bridge; not used to such a high prescription, her view of people seemed distorted.

"This, this student, you... you don't be impulsive."

As the red-haired teen drew nearer, his extremely handsome face beneath the dark red short hair approached an almost confrontational level, his Eastern-featured facial contours full of sharpness and ruthlessness, his slightly raised jawline stark and pronounced, together with the machete clenched tightly in his hand, giving the impression of a slasher from a horror movie hunting its prey.

Jiang Zhi's legs involuntarily went weak; she retreated a few steps, her whole body pressing against the cold blackboard, almost about to fall to the ground.

"Teacher, don't you know I hate it most when someone disturbs my sleep?"

That sharp machete stained with blood was so close to her it seemed it would slash her neck any moment.

Jiang Zhi thought of the male classmate who had fainted outside after losing an arm; her head buzzed, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and behind her thick glasses her round, almond eyes were wet.

She never expected she would actually cry; tears fell without warning, like a bursting flood, utterly uncontrollable.

Just as she was utterly bewildered, a transparent panel appeared before her eyes and answered her question.

【—Character Setting: Jiang Zhi, assigned to Class (4), is of a startle-prone constitution; once startled she will shed tears, commonly known as~Teardrop Beauty.】

Jiang Zhi: I'll kill you!

【Warning: Once, do not threaten the comic plot system!】

Jiang Zhi: ……

While she was dazed, the red-haired person standing before her, intending to give her a piece of his mind, saw her face streaked with tears.

Hong Mao:?

He was close enough; through his thick lenses, he could faintly make out her tear-filled eyes, like gemstones left in the ocean—clear and translucent, shimmering with a gorgeous, iridescent hue.

The more she cried, the harder she tried; her eyes reddened at the corners, her pink lips pressed tight, as if she were enduring it, but she couldn't control herself, and her whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

"But… but class is in session." She sobbed, her voice a weak, trembling whisper, softly protesting.

"Why is she crying?" She can't help it!!!

Hong Mao froze on the spot; the knife in his hand clattered to the ground, he was somewhat at a loss, and could only harshly command: "No more crying."

Jiang Zhi saw him put down the knife; her fear eased a little, she let out a hiccup, her voice soft and sweet: "Well then, go back to your seat."