Chapter 17: Teacher, You Don

“O…out?”

Yao’s originally gaunt, yellowish face was now as pale as a corpse three days dead, his teeth chattering uncontrollably with a steady “dē dē dē.”

Only one thought filled his mind—

Done for!

As far as he knew, the last homeroom teacher who let something out of the Black Room met a grim fate.

After the principal took him to the Art Building, his screams echoed across campus for three days and three nights.

When that homeroom teacher returned, he no longer looked human—his mind was hollow, like a walking corpse, unable to even care for himself, utterly broken, let alone teach students.

Yet a worthless homeroom teacher in this school was no different from a failing student who couldn’t progress.

In the end, his fate was—jumping to his death.

Is this my end?

Wu Wang smiled at the nearly catatonic Yao teacher: “You look like your third eye is darkening—your complexion’s terrible. Need me to cast a fortune for you? Five yuan, WeChat transfer accepted.”

The man’s expression turned even more ghastly.

He snarled: “It’s all your fault!”

Then he muttered to himself: “Y…yes… I didn’t let it out… it’s this kid’s fault!”

As long as I can drag him to the Academic Affairs Office!

Let him shoulder all the blame!

I’ll still be the homeroom teacher of Class One—nothing will change!

But before he could move, a sharp dagger plunged into the grass between Yao’s legs.

It was inches from his genitals.

He looked up and met Wu Wang’s radiant smile.

“Teacher Yao, you taught us so well—told us students should love and care for each other, so I went to rescue the trapped Liu Yang, didn’t I? Your student follows your teachings to the letter!”

Ba Li Dao could think of this—Wu Wang naturally thought of it too.

If the homeroom teacher’s role is to manage students, then the principal’s role is to manage homeroom teachers.

This old bastard is terrified of the corpse in the Black Room being released—he’s afraid the higher-ups will find out about his negligence.

At these words, Yao’s face darkened as if he could drip black water.

How could he not understand?

This kid is threatening him!

If he drags him to the Academic Affairs Office now and lets him blab, some homeroom teachers beneath him will surely seize the chance to denounce him bitterly!

Worst case, the principal would rather kill a thousand than let one slip away—and he’d be among them.

“What the hell do you want?!” Yao gritted his teeth.

Shhh—

Wu Wang pulled the dagger from the ground, crouched down, and poked at Liu Yang’s lifeless corpse, which had collapsed the moment it exited the Black Room, speaking as if to himself: “I have two knives.”

“One’s called Xiao Chuan. It does bad things.”

“The other’s called Tang Niu. It doesn’t touch karmic ties.”

The dagger danced in his hand like a spirit, then slid back into his military boot.

He smiled at Yao: “Tang Niu is with me. Do you know where Xiao Chuan went?”

“….”

Yao didn’t answer.

But the violent heaving of his chest betrayed his fury.

He understood the implication perfectly.

This kid wanted him to be the blade that does the dirty work!

Since Gaoshan High opened, no student has ever threatened a homeroom teacher!

This is the world turned upside down!

Yet after a few seconds of impotent rage—

He surrendered.

He’d fought half his life for this position—he didn’t want to lose it so easily.

This kid in front of him was clearly a madman who didn’t fear death; he had no reason to die alongside one.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?” Yao’s tone softened slightly, but he added: “But don’t ask me to break school rules.”

In Yao’s view, students always wanted two things:

Either special privileges within the rules, or foolish curiosity.

He never expected Wu Wang’s first question to be this heavy: “First tell me—where’s the Art Building?”

Wu Wang had noticed this back in the teaching building.

The signs didn’t list the Art Building.

Clearly, the ghost school didn’t want students to know about or go there.

“!”

At these words, Yao leapt up and clamped a hand over Wu’s mouth.

His eyes wide with terror: “Are you insane? Saying that building’s name on campus will make him hear you!”

Then, like a thief caught in the act, Yao glanced left and right, checking for safety.

After a moment, he exhaled sharply.

“Good. He rarely watches this side of the Black Room—you almost got us killed!”

Wu Wang narrowed his eyes, studying Yao’s reaction.

The “him” in Yao’s mouth must be the principal.

One man watching the entire school.

His power within this ghost school seemed impossibly vast.

Damn this Spirit Disaster game!

He had to escape from this monster—and somehow save more students?

Oh, and four other players were causing chaos.

Thanks a lot!

“Alright. Write down what you want to know on paper, bring it to my office, and I’ll give you the answer. Never say it out loud—got it?” Yao said, exasperated.

Wu Wang nodded: “Fine. Give me a five-day leave slip first—I don’t want to waste time on boring classes.”

He didn’t want classes to interfere with his exploration.

After all, he only had five days.

“Can’t do it.” Yao answered immediately.

"Huh? I'm gonna fucking— I'm going to art... uh!"

Wu Wang started cursing.

Before he finished, Yao clamped his hand over Wu’s mouth again.

The old man was nearly fainting from terror.

He hurriedly explained: “Don’t shout! Don’t shout! I can only approve leave slips if they come with a doctor’s note certifying you can’t attend class—otherwise it’s a violation of school rules. Just let me finish! You’re a madman!”

Wu Wang pried open Yao’s hand, twisted his neck, and asked: “So the school doctor’s just like you? What about the security guards and cleaners? Can he manage them all alone?”

Hearing Yao compare him to the school doctor and guards, Yao’s face twisted with disdain.

He coldly said: “Only we two are normal people here. The school doctor and security guards are just trash—mindless tools that follow orders and procedures.”

Then, as if remembering something, he warned Wu: “Even though the school doctor’s trash, I advise you not to try faking illness—it’s still a violation.”

“If you get caught, don’t drag me down with you!”

Yao’s explanation gave Wu Wang a clearer picture of the ghost school’s structure.

Ironically, he actually labeled himself and the principal as “normal”?

Did he truly believe his actions were for the students’ education?

How utterly ridiculous.

“Alright, understood. I’ll handle the corpse. I’ve got a way to get a doctor’s note. Go back to your office—I’ll process the OA request later.”

Saying that, Wu Wang hoisted Liu Yang’s corpse and walked out.

If the school doctor was truly like Yao described—

Then he’d definitely get a note certifying he couldn’t attend class.

Halfway out, Wu Wang suddenly remembered something.

He turned back to the panting Yao, still standing where he was, and said:

“By the way, organize the school rules for me. As a model student, I think I should properly follow the Daily Behavioral Code for Primary and Secondary Students.”

By the way, help me organize the school rules—I, as a model student, believe I should properly follow the daily behavioral guidelines for primary and secondary students.

You? A model student?

What model student carries a knife and handles corpses?

Who among well-behaved students carries a knife and knows how to dispose of a corpse?!