Intrigued, a student purposefully glanced out the window and excitedly said, "I see it, there really is soone standing outside!"
Not long after these words were spoken, suddenly, the wall seed to shake, and a piercing scream abruptly filled the room—
"Ahh!"
Luo Shen, the sa student who earlier had urged the two girls not to fight, thought the new teacher had taken the bait. Without a second thought, he quickly rushed to the door.
Feeling triumphant, his mind went blank with excitent, and he didn’t notice that the classroom door was still half-open. He pushed the door—
"Splash!" A torrent of water poured down, dousing Luo Shen with a soaking surprise, heart soaring~
Luo Shen was completely dumbfounded.
He hung his head, watching the water continuously flow down his body, his eyes filled with confusion: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing...
"Pfft!" A student couldn’t hold back a laugh.
"Snicker!" Another student tried to suppress a chuckle but failed.
"Ahahaha!" Finally, the majority of the students couldn’t restrain themselves any longer, and the sound of laughter spilled over, hands clutching their stomachs as they doubled over on the desks.
Luo Shen’s current state was indeed quite touching.
Deng ili tapped on the iron door, making a crisp sound, drawing the attention of the whole class.
Her eyes slightly curved, wearing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, she looked at them and said, "Nice to et you, I am your new teacher, my na is Deng ili, you can call Teacher Deng."
Deng ili?
"Hahaha, I didn’t think people still used such a corny na nowadays, that’s enlightening!"
"Teacher, your na is ili, but you don’t look beautiful at all!"
"Teacher, did your parents give you this na in hopes you would grow up to be particularly pretty?"
...
The students chattered away, not the least bit afraid of Deng ili, teasing her.
Deng ili arched an eyebrow and, without putting on any airs of a teacher, said, "Yes, my parents hoped I would grow up pretty, hence the na ili, but sorry, I turned out to be the type that grows ’increasingly skewed’."
She walked past Luo Shen and clapped her hands. The clear sound of applause echoed through the classroom: "Now that introductions are done, let’s start the lesson."
A tinge of curiosity once again flashed in the students’ eyes, eager to see her take the podium, a place rigged with traps from a small piece of chalk on the desk to the floor underneath, rigged with design after design.
So students exchanged knowing glances, corners of their mouths curling up with a smug sense of victory.
Yet, Deng ili once again did the unexpected. She didn’t approach the podium at all but walked around in the student’s area.
The not-so-large briefcase seed like a magical pouch as she pulled out various items one after another: a gaphone, books, pens, paper, and milk.
So sharp-eyed students even spotted a whip!
The student who saw it was startled and quickly inford the others.
Sitting in the back row, they were all surprised by this news, whispering among themselves:
"Could this teacher be an S&M enthusiast?"
"Wait, even if she is, why would she need to bring a whip to class?"
"Hold on, I think I also saw a small knife in there!"
A female student said fearfully, "Do you think... do you think she’s going to whip us?"
"Hiss—" As soon as these words ca out, everyone couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath of air.
They were all students, perhaps with troubleso personalities, but still just students. Coming from wealthy families, they rarely had the chance to interact with all walks of life, and with Deng ili’s unexpected move, she had instantly subdued them.
A male student calmly said, "Don’t be afraid, she wouldn’t dare, physically punishing students is illegal."
Just as he spoke, Deng ili arrived in their area, reciting a poem that might be tested on the college entrance exam: "...urge the guest to have cal hoof soup, frosty oranges suppressed by fragrant mandarins. Behind the red gates, the sll of at and wine —"
She paused mid-sentence, turned to the boy who had just spoken, and smiled as she tapped his desk, "What is the next line? You answer it."
The boy felt panicked inside and said, "I, I don’t know."
Deng ili said, "Whether you know it or not, you should stand up first."
Not sure why, but feeling compelled by Deng ili’s gaze, the boy felt his eyelids twitch and obediently stood up, nervously admitting, "I don’t know."
Deng ili said aningfully, "The line after ’behind the red gates, the sll of at and wine’ is ’on the road, there are bones frozen to death.’
On, the, road, bones, frozen, to, death——
Frozen——to——death——bones——
This line was drawn out a bit longer, echoing eerily through the classroom as if warning of sothing.
After the boy sat back down, Deng ili left the area, and his deskmate nudged him, whispering, "Hey, are you okay?"
The boy had a look of utter wretchedness, "No, I’m not okay at all."
The barrage of comnts on the live feed suddenly erupted, mirroring the boy’s expression.
[Inner OS: Oh my gosh, getting called out by the teacher to answer a question is so scary!]
[Mom, the new teacher is too scary, I wanna go back to the countryside!]
[Ahaha, ’on the road, there are bones frozen to death,’ frozen to death, bones, just bones...]
[Look, if you don’t study properly, you’ll end up like these rotten bones!]
...
As the netizens teasingly comnted on the student, the plot continued to unfold.
All the tricks they wanted to play on the teacher were useless, which made the students of Class Z of the third year regretful and also made them realize that this teacher was different from all their previous teachers —
She was cooler, more dashing, and more... fearless than any they’d had before.
In the end, although they intended to play pranks on the teacher, those pranks ended up backfiring on the students, as they ca to recognize that this teacher’s thods were very effective.
At the end of the episode, the morning class ended perfectly, and Deng ili assigned howork to be done during the afternoon self-study class.
The students, rebellious and defiant, were unwilling to accept this, and so even challenged her on the spot: "Why should we have to do it, we never did before!"
Deng ili’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she responded, "Don’t want to do it, huh? I have established a reward and punishnt system. Those who complete the howork will receive a gift from , and those who turn in a blank one,"
She paused, then took out a bottle of suspicious looking dark green liquid from her bag, expressionless, "will have to drink this."
The fra froze at that mont, rendered as though in an oil painting, with a gleaming star streak moving from bottom to top, signifying the end of this episode of "High Energy Classroom."
He Jinxia watched the entire episode and had only one thought: This is solid!
She put down her phone to shower and, after washing up, returned and checked Weibo on her phone again to find that "High Energy Classroom" had soared into the top twenty hot search topics, though she wondered if there had been so PR involved.
Clicking to view, she found nothing but discussions about the show.
[Not bad, pretty original and offbeat, seems like they’ve gone for a quirky style.]
[A teacher like Deng ili really broadens my horizons, to be honest, I think the Huaxia learning atmosphere is too dull, many teachers just focus on imparting knowledge, talking non-stop, my favorite classes when I was in school were the labs, even though I wasn’t very good at chemistry.]
[Could there be such a teacher in real life? I think it’s impossible, which is why it’s a pity; I wonder how Deng ili will manage this group of tough kids.]
[TV is just TV, take it as entertainnt and nothing more, and don’t bring in reality or teacher’s ethics, or it’ll end in disappointnt.]
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