Chapter 441: Class

Sunlight streams through the clean glass window, casting bright patches of light onto the desk surface.

Bai Hang props her chin with one hand, her azure eyes staring blankly at the dark‑green blackboard ahead.

The chalk writing is dense and crowded, all of it symbols she cannot comprehend—English.

At the podium, Fujimura Dahe, who serves as English teacher and Head Teacher, is delivering the lesson with astonishing vigor.

The young female teacher with short brown hair and a dashing demeanor holds a textbook in one hand, clenches the other into a fist, and intermittently Bang—Bang taps the blackboard, her voice so booming it could almost lift the roof:

"So! The key to this tense lies in the continuity of the action! Continuity! Got it? Not the kind of continuity you have when you eat and sleep!"

She forcefully draws two heavy horizontal lines beneath, the chalk nearly snapping, "It's that kind! Starting from a point in the past! Continuing up to the present! And possibly onward! A feeling you have to experience with your very life!"

Bai Hang's mouth twitches ever so slightly.

(Is the education system in this world… really this impactful?)

She silently mutters to herself, (Teaching a class is like a battlefield charge…)

She quietly lowers her head, her gaze landing on the back of her right hand resting on her lap.

A slight thought stirs, and the three vivid red Command Spell markings beneath her skin surface, as if awakened, appear clearly.

(Holy Grail War…)

During lunch break, a data packet from the "Master" suddenly arrives in her mind.

Its contents cover the core, procedures, basic Rule, and the duties, responsibilities, and risks of Master and Servant in the Holy Grail War, among other things.

After digesting the information, Bai Hang feels completely numb.

(I'm just an ordinary Fox People… fine, a former pilot… but in this world, I'm now a complete ordinary high‑school girl! My stamina might be a bit stronger than peers, and I know a bit about archery.)

(You want me to join this kind of "war" where you constantly fight to the death and plot endless schemes? What a joke! Master, do you perhaps misunderstand my abilities?)

She can't help but raise a hand to her forehead, feeling her future shrouded in gloom.

A Xing is also present, but given A Xing's condition, Bai Hang has no idea how much concrete help they can offer.

"—Bai Hang, classmate!"

The roll call, like a thunderclap, jolts Bai Hang awake from her self‑pity.

Her body stiffens, she lifts her head, meeting the bright eyes of Fujimura Dahe.

"Pay attention in class! Even transfer students can't lose enthusiasm for English!"

Fujimura Dahe, brandishing a pointer, points to a complex sentence on the blackboard, "Alright, Bai Hang, stand up, read this example sentence on the board, and analyze its tense structure!"

The whole class's gaze instantly converges.

Bai Hang: "……"

She rises slowly, her azure eyes fixed on the string of letters on the board that looks like a celestial script, feeling a tingling scalp.

(What… what is this supposed to be? I recognize each letter, but what the heck does it form? Tense… what even is tense?)

On Xianzhou, the common tongue is a language system similar to Classical Chinese, supplemented by basic languages used for interstellar communication.

English?

Completely outside her knowledge zone.

Heimu's data packet doesn't include a rapid‑learning language module.

"I… I have been… stuh… studying…"

She stammers, trying to piece together the letters, her pronunciation odd and raw, "…Eng… English for… for three years?"

She ends with a questioning tone on the last word, unsure if she read it correctly.

Fujimura Dahe furrows her brow and cuts in, "Stop! Your pronunciation is wrong! The rhythm is off! The stress in 'studying' is on the 'dy'! And the emotion of the whole sentence—read the sense of persisting effort for three years and still going! It's not a question!"

She waves her hand, her tone softening slightly yet remaining stern: "Sit down, Bai Hang. After class, read and listen more; there are no shortcuts to language learning! Next time I'll quiz you again!"

Bai Hang, as if pardoned, quickly sits down, her cheeks flushing a bit.

She can feel the sneering glances from the surrounding classmates.

She lowers her head, on the verge of tears but without any, pretending to study the textbook earnestly.

(So embarrassing…)

"—Then, Lixiang, classmate!"

Fujimura Dahe's voice sounds again, this time calling a spot just behind Bai Hang's right‑hand side, "You, come demonstrate the correct pronunciation!"

Bai Hang subconsciously tilts her head slightly, glancing with peripheral vision.

Sitting a few rows behind her is a girl with short orange hair, whose demeanor looks bright and healthy.

She hears the call and promptly stands, a natural smile on her face, showing no hint of nervousness.

"IhavebeenstudyingEnglishforthreeyears."

The orange‑haired girl—Fujimura Lixiang—reads the sentence fluently, with standard pronunciation and natural intonation.

Fujimura Dahe nods approvingly: "Hmm! Not bad! Pronunciation accurate, emotion on point! Sit down, Lixiang."

"Alright, teacher."

Lixiang sits down calmly, returning a friendly smile toward Bai Hang.

Bai Hang quickly forces a smile, nods, then swiftly turns her head back.

A few rows away, by the window, sit two strikingly beautiful girls.

Yuan Ban Lin.

Yuanban Ying.

At this moment, Yuan Ban Lin, taking advantage of the brief interval while Fujimura Dahe turns to write on the board, swiftly scribbles something on a sticky note, then quietly crumples it into a ball, flicks it with a finger, and the paper ball precisely arcs over the heads of the middle classmates, landing on Yuanban Ying's desk.

Yuanban Ying unfolds the paper ball, glances at it, her delicate brows slightly furrowing.

She also pulls out a sticky note, quickly writes a reply, and tosses it back using a similar method.

Yuan Ban Lin catches it, unfolds it, pouts slightly, then writes again.

The Tohsaka sisters' exchange is closely related to what will happen tonight.

Sakura's note reads: "Sister, are you really not going to reconsider? Or… at least tell Father a word? He might have a better suggestion…"

Rin's reply is hasty yet decisive: "Absolutely not! Tell dad? He'll definitely make a fuss and then try everything to stop us! This is our own matter, Sakura!"

Sakura: "But… the Holy Grail War is too dangerous. Sister, you have a Magic foundation, but in actual combat… I'm worried…"

Rin: "Don't worry! I'm already well prepared! What I learned from the Clock Tower isn't just decoration. As for you, Sakura, are you really sure you want to come with me? You can still back out now; I can find a safe place to shelter you…"

Sakura: "No. I'll stay with you. We promised."

Rin watches her sister's brief yet firm reply, her gaze softening for a moment before sharpening again.

She writes the final line: "Alright then. After school, the usual place, proceed as planned. Be careful, don't let anyone notice us."

Sakura carefully folds the note and gives a gentle nod.

The sisters' exchange ends silently, and they resume listening to the lesson earnestly.

At that moment, Fujimura Dahe finishes writing on the board, turns around, and begins taking attendance.

"Next… Jian Tong! Jiantong Shen'er! Stand up and answer this question!" she calls a name.

The classroom falls silent for a moment, with no one responding.