Chapter 333: Volume 1 Chapter 333  Weird Mire (3)

The red-haired person pressed their thin lips into a line,

He was very unwilling to obey her so easily, but seeing her cry made his chest feel stuffy and painful, which was really unpleasant.

He picked up the machete from the ground, strode toward the front of the podium with one hand in his pocket, and when he met the sideways glances, the red-haired person snarled, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll gouge out your eyes!"

The few students who had been sneaking looks quickly withdrew their gazes, sat up straight, and trembled with fear.

Seeing him actually return to his seat, Jiang Zhi let out a sigh of relief.

She was finally safe, and took a moment to vent in her mind.

"How long will this character setting last?"

She knew the manga plot system could hear her thoughts.

【It will last until you finish the manga's ending and leave.】

Jiang Zhi got the answer she wanted, then asked, "Where did my previous 777 go?"

【Hmph.】

Jiang Zhi didn't understand its meaning, so she asked again.

【Now I am your system, so don't mention other systems in front of me! Otherwise I'll feel you don't respect me!】

Jiang Zhi felt helpless.

It's still a system with its own temper.

"Okay, you're the best," she coaxed.

【Hmph!】

This class passed without incident, and Jiang Zhi wished she had four legs so she could slick‑oil her feet and dash out of the classroom.

But tidying the teaching materials on the podium, she could only hurry to get them organized.

As she was about to leave the classroom holding the teaching materials, a voice sounded from behind.

"Teacher, let me help you," said the male student who had sat in front of her earlier, looking at her with an evil gaze.

He had slightly long blond hair hanging at his temples; if the red-haired person had an Eastern‑type face, then this male student before her was pure Western bone structure—handsome and exquisite, with narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised, smoky‑gray pupils that were especially deep, sticking out his scarlet tongue tip to lick the corner of his mouth, his gaze locked tightly on her face.

Jiang Zhi politely declined: "No thanks, I can do it myself."

She learned his name from the class roster: Jiang Jize.

Upon hearing that, Jiang Jize's face instantly turned cold.

He reached out and gripped her wrist with astonishing force, maintaining a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he leaned in and inhaled deeply, then said obsessively, "Teacher~ students just want to help you; why aren't you willing? Do you dislike me?"

Jiang Zhi's scalp went numb, afraid she'd cry again, and she hurriedly said, "No… no, if you want to help, just help."

After saying that, she placed all the heavy teaching materials from her arms into his arms.

Jiang Jize gave a faint smile, effortlessly carrying the books as he walked beside her.

Jiang Zhi tried to get some useful information, so she curiously asked, "Classmate Jiang, did you smell a burnt odor?"

Jiang Jize's attention was all on her; he gave a perfunctory sniff, shook his head, and said, "No."

Jiang Zhi then asked, "Then do you know what major incidents have happened at this school before?"

Jiang Jize stopped, gave her a strange look, and said, "Teacher, did you forget I just enrolled yesterday?"

Jiang Zhi: ……

Right, although they are third‑year high school students, at this school they are newly enrolled students.

She always forgets.

"Ah, I forgot, sorry."

Jiang Jize's blond hair sparkled with specks of light in the sunlight, spread across his handsome mixed‑race face, making him look like a beautiful boy stepped out of a manga—if one ignored his lustful, lecherous gaze.

"The teacher is really cute." He smiled, his grin bright and dazzling.

Jiang Zhi pretended not to hear.

Upon reaching the office, she wanted to take back the book from his hands, saying, "Here we are, thank you, Classmate Jiang."

When she reached out, Jiang Jize deliberately took her hand, greedily caressing it, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Zhi jerked her hand back, clutched the teaching materials, and stiffly said, "You can go now, Classmate Jiang."

Jiang Jize left reluctantly.

Jiang Zhi returned to the office and sat at her desk; more than ten people were seated, all teachers, they buried their heads in writing with listless expressions, not knowing what they were writing, and the only sound in the office was the scratch of pen on paper.

Jiang Zhi had no other classes in the afternoon, but she had to stay in the office like the other teachers until the end of the period.

In the evening there was still night study; as the homeroom teacher she had to go to the classroom and supervise self‑study until 11 p. m.

She didn't feel hungry either, and sitting at her seat she began to feel drowsy.

At the time she was preparing to sleep, a voice appeared in front of the office.

"Report."

All the teachers' gazes locked onto Jiang Zhi sitting in the corner; her heart tightened, and she felt the scene was both eerie and terrifying.

Her eyes reddened, she held back tears, and told the student at the door, "Come in."

The student's uniform was neatly worn, the jacket zipper fastened precisely to the collar, the uniform washed to a whitish hue, his black hair slightly long and hanging over his brows and eyes, the strands very smooth; the male student before her looked obedient and well‑behaved.

"Teacher Jiang." His voice was clear and slightly low, pleasant to hear.

Jiang Zhi recalled him: he was the student sitting in the back‑corner seat, who hadn't spoken a word all class, sat motionless, staring at his book without moving.

At the time she had thought he was a statue, but he wasn't.

"What do you need from the teacher?" she asked, unable to read his temperament and unaware of what kind of character he was in the manga, speaking softly.

The black‑haired boy handed her a slip and said, "I want to take leave tonight."

It was a leave request form.

Jiang Zhi felt a slight ease in her heart.

In such a devilish class, a student like him who asks for leave simply cannot exist.

Looks like he's the only good student in the class.

Jiang Zhi speculated.

So no classmate speaks to him—are they isolating him?

Before Jiang Zhi could speak, an option appeared before her.

【Trigger manga plot: ① Tear up the leave note and scold him. ② Ask him why he's taking leave; after asking, agree to his leave. ③ Say that on the first day of school, leave cannot be taken.】

All three options will offend this black-haired youth.

This time Jiang Zhi didn't need the system's reminder and made her choice immediately.

【Choice ②, please begin the performance.】

Jiang Zhi searched under the desk for the student list, found his name, sighed lightly and said: "Wen classmate, may I ask what you need to take leave for?"

She immediately added another sentence.

"It's okay if you don't want to say."

She exerted her will to survive to the extreme.

The black-haired youth's name is Wen Chijin.

At a glance, the name couldn't be just an ordinary student's identity; his status in this horror manga is definitely high.

Only saw his forehead slightly lowered, his thin jaw pallid, all color drained; his fingers, long and cold-white beneath his cuffs, stretched out like a corpse's hand, took back the leave note on the desk.

She saw a morbid red mark appear on the youth's wrist, fleeting, only a speck.

Jiang Zhi saw this and her pupils constricted.

The youth calmly said: "Forget it, I won't take leave."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Jiang Zhi felt as if she had discovered something important, her emotions heavy yet excited.

Countless images flashed through her mind.

The youth must have been bullied by his classmates; this horror manga likely unfolds from his bullying.

If his knot is untied, does this world end?

【Nope.】The manga plot system mercilessly dragged her back into hell again.