Boss Teacher - Chapter 29: Dungeon Over

When Xingluo told his friends the unfortunate news, their expressions were all identically shocked.

Feng Wang snatched the paper from his hand, his gaze almost piercing through it. "How could the writing disappear? Did you take the wrong paper last night?"

Xingluo was absolutely certain, "Impossible, I would never make such a mistake."

Shen Chang Le: "Go find Lu Yuanming to write another one."

This suggestion was agreed upon by the other four, so early in the morning, five heavy-hearted students knocked on Lu Yuanming's door. After knocking for a long time, the door slowly opened.

Lu Yuanming's introverted roommate cautiously peeked out, and seeing it was the five of them, quickly slammed the door shut. Feng Wang slammed the door shut; his arrogant red hair and sour face were enough to make the introverted player faint on the spot.

Feng Wang: "Where's Lu Yuanming?"

"He...he's still sleeping." Seeing they were looking for Lu Yuanming, his roommate immediately stepped aside to let them into the room, then quickly slipped out.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains were drawn. Lu Yuanming had been unconscious since being struck by Shen Mingsu last night and had been sleeping ever since. His roommate had checked his breathing several times, his movements trembling, to make sure he was still alive.

Feng Wang immediately stepped forward, pulling back Lu Yuanming's blanket and shaking his shoulders frantically. "Get up! Lu Yuanming, get up now!"

"Hmm...?"

Lu Yuanming groggily opened his eyes, his mind not fully awake, before being dragged to the table, a pen shoved into his hand by Feng Wang.

Feng Wang: "Rewrite what you wrote yesterday."

"Huh?"

Lu Yuanming felt as if he had returned to his senior year of high school, his soul still asleep. Upon hearing the teacher's command, he picked up the pen and began to write furiously.

To ensure everything went smoothly this time, Feng Wang and the others watched Lu Yuanming intently as he wrote. When Lu Yuanming reached two hundred words, he fully woke up. "Didn't I write it for you yesterday? Why do I need it again?"

Feng Wang: "Xingluo mixed up yesterday's copy and brought back a blank sheet of paper."

Xingluo said weakly, "I didn't! I checked it before putting it in my pocket."

But no one believed him.

Lu Yuanming essentially recited last night's content from memory, finishing in less than half an hour. He put down his pen. "Done."

As soon as he finished speaking, to the astonishment of the six children, the words on the paper disappeared bit by bit, leaving only a blank sheet of paper in just a few seconds.

Lu Yuanming tumbled off his chair, yelling, "Ahhh! There's a ghost!"

Xingluo pointed excitedly at the paper, "See? See? I told you it wasn't my fault!"

Shen Chang Le was deeply puzzled, "How could this be?"

Feng Wang looked around suspiciously. Impossible, there couldn't be a ghost in his house. Li Huai also silently gripped his knife, cautiously glancing around.

Ahui repeatedly examined the paper, trying to find a clue.

Meanwhile, the adults silently watching them let out merciless laughter. Xing Zhinan even took a picture of the scene, saying, "Let him see how funny his expression is later."

Yan Chi, their teacher, had mixed feelings, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. Was his teaching really that bad? How come not a single student could write anything?

As a master at interpreting Yan Chi's expressions, Shen Mingsu immediately saw through his melancholy. "It's because these five are too useless. Aren't there still five who haven't been promoted? The good talents are definitely among those five."

Thinking of the other five, Yan Chi became even more worried. "Do you really think Sethia and Lian Deng can prove themselves?"

Shen Mingsu: "...Aren't there still Tan Mo and Mingcai?"

Yan Chi sighed. In Xingluo's group, only Feng Wang was a troublemaker, but in the other group, besides Tan Mo and Mingcai, the other three were all very difficult to deal with. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Looking up, he saw Xingluo over there, seemingly realizing something, saying sadly, "Our good days are over."

Then they stopped insisting on having Lu Yuanming do their homework. The group returned to their rooms dejectedly and resignedly picked up their pens to start writing. After finishing with the students, Yan Chi turned his attention to the players.

The closure of the system space was a major blow to the players. Their initial anxiety had now turned into speculation about whether the problem lay with this instance.

The only two players who remained completely calm were Song Qian and Zheng Yu.

Song Qian casually took out a bell from his system space and shook it, jingling softly. "My system space can still be opened, how about yours?"

Zheng Yu took out a gun. "It works too."

"Why weren't we affected?" Song Qian was completely baffled. He didn't believe he and Zheng Yu were chosen ones, so there was only one possibility: "There must be a powerful entity in this instance that can influence the system, and the fact that we escaped unscathed is very likely because we surrendered last night?"

After pondering for a moment, Zheng Yu wholeheartedly agreed. "Perhaps if we did nothing, we could have passed this instance unscathed."

After meeting Feng Wang and the others, he had always thought they were the bosses of this super S-rank instance, but last night, he met Feng Yun and Shen Mingsu.

An overwhelming sense of submission began to grow within Zheng Yu from the very first moment he saw them. He couldn't ascertain their exact levels, but he knew for certain that killing them would be effortless.

The reason they were being kept alive was likely for the sake of those minor bosses; these players were like pets brought in by the big bosses to play with the smaller ones.

Zheng Yu was clever. Since he couldn't defeat the bosses, he might as well submit to them. After all, it was for survival, and he didn't care how shameful it was.

Zheng Yu told Song Qian his idea. After listening, Song Qian chose to go back to bed. "Since the boss is being so lenient with us, let's not get in the way. Let's wash up and go to sleep."

"You're sleeping again?" Zheng Yu asked, surprised and confused. "You sleep twenty hours a day?"

Song Qian curled up in the blankets, letting out a comfortable sigh. "I started playing the game when I was twelve. I'm eighteen now, and I live in constant fear. Of course I cherish this precious time to sleep."

"You started playing the game when you were twelve?" Zheng Yu was taken aback by Song Qian's age.

Song Qian was sleepy and didn't want to say more. "Yeah."

Zheng Yu asked earnestly, "So you haven't finished your nine years of compulsory education yet?"

Song Qian: "...You're being too offensive."

He rolled over speechlessly, showing Zheng Yu his back. "Stop bothering me, I'm going to sleep."

Zheng Yu didn't say anything more.

...

Yan Chi, who had been watching their room, felt guilty listening to their discussion.

It wasn't as complicated as Song Qian and Zheng Yu thought. The only reason their system spaces were still there was that Yan Chi's abilities were only A-level, not affecting the two A+ level players.

Without their system spaces, the players were like snails without shells, listless and lethargic. Yuan Manzhi's death was the straw that broke the camel's back. The players were like rabbits in a state of stress, spending most of their time huddled in their burrows, terrified.

At lunchtime, only half the players came. They ate cautiously, glancing at the servants every now and then, finishing their food and leaving without lingering.

Xingluo and the others couldn't gather more information, so they went to find Song Qian and Zheng Yu in the afternoon. Having been around for so many years, they could easily provide the students with plenty of material.

Five students wrote diligently, stroke by stroke. The two white cats Feng Wang had brought back obediently stayed by their feet, licking their fur. Anyone who got too tired from doing homework could pick them up and cuddle them to relieve stress.

For three days in a row, the players behaved well, and the students wrote furiously; everything seemed so harmonious and perfect.

On the evening of the fourth day, Yan Chi, confirming that the players hadn't made any unusual moves, yawned and prepared to go back to sleep. Continuously cutting off the connection between the players and the system space was a huge burden for him, so he often felt drowsy.

These past few days, Yan Chi had been running back and forth between the viewing room and his room. Shen Mingsu, feeling sorry for his exhaustion, suggested, "Miss Qiu said there's barbecue tonight, shall we try it?"

Yan Chi yawned, his eyes misty, torn between eating barbecue and sleeping. "Okay, let's go get some then."

In the kitchen, a huge, bull-like beast was being skinned. The chefs, following the muscle fibers, butchered the animal, taking out the tenderest cuts, skewering them, and grilling them over charcoal.

After asking Yan Chi's preferred flavor, they generously sprinkled chili powder on top.

The remaining meat, bones and all, was arranged on a large plate and sent to the adjacent dining area.

Yan Chi slowly ate his barbecue. The spicy flavor instantly invigorated him, his eyes sparkling. "This is delicious, but it's not spicy enough. It would be perfect with some beer."

Beer and barbecue are a perfect match.

Miss Qiu was somewhat surprised. "We have red wine, would you like some?"

Red wine was a bit too high-end and didn't really go well with barbecue. Yan Chi shook his head. Two cans of ice-cold beer appeared in front of him, the brand he wanted. "We have wine, Miss Qiu, you should go eat too."

Miss Qiu nodded slightly and went to the restaurant next door.

"You probably haven't tried this before, give it a shot." Yan Chi handed a bottle of beer to Shen Mingsu. "I used to drink this brand of beer when Xie Tao and I went out for barbecue, it's really good."

Shen Mingsu took a sip. "Hmm, it's pretty good, but I didn't expect you to drink."

Yan Chi seemed like the kind of well-behaved kid who only drank healthy lukewarm water.

"I don't drink often." Yan Chi's cheeks were flushed after drinking the beer. "When I was writing my thesis, I was under a lot of pressure, so I drank while writing. It made my inspiration explode, and I wrote much faster."

This method was taught to him by Xie Tao, and he would sometimes have a small drink while coding.

Yan Chi was surprised to see Shen Mingsu cough and choke after taking a bite of a meat skewer. "You can't eat spicy food?"

"Of course I can! Why not?" Shen Mingsu's lips were red. After eating a few skewers, he couldn't help but gulp down water, completely unable to speak from the spiciness.

He secretly glanced at Yan Chi, who was indeed grinning at him.

Shen Mingsu: "...You've affected my sense of taste."

"Don't frame me." Yan Chi had become adept at using his idealism these days, and the possibility of him making a mistake was extremely slim. "How could a Super S-rank like you be affected by a mere A-rank like me? Don't be stubborn, you just can't eat spicy food."

Shen Mingsu sighed and admitted it.

Yan Chi smiled, his eyes crinkling, as if he had caught Shen Mingsu in a major weakness.

Of course, he couldn't let Shen Mingsu sit there idly. He went to the kitchen and had the chef bake a non-spicy version, which he then brought to Shen Mingsu.

Half an hour later, a deafening scream shattered the peaceful tranquility.

Several players tumbled and stumbled out of the neighboring restaurant, their faces filled with terror, as if they had seen something utterly terrifying.

"Ahhh!" One player landed at Yan Chi's feet. Looking up and seeing Yan Chi eating skewers, he screamed again, startling Yan Chi as well.

Yan Chi tried to help him up, "You..."

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer, ahhhhhh—!"

Before Yan Chi's hand even touched him, the player reacted violently, screaming so loudly it hurt Yan Chi's ears.

So noisy.

"Ugh? Ugh ugh ugh?! Waaaaah..." The player frantically touched his throat, finding he couldn't make a sound, and immediately started sobbing.

His companion, who had already run far away, loyally returned, grabbed his arm, and fled, followed by a loud tumbling down the stairs.

Yan Chi stared in disbelief, "What's wrong with them?"

Shen Mingsu gestured for him to look behind him.

Yan Chi turned around and saw servants, their disguises removed, looking bizarrely shaped: protruding fangs, gaping mouths, rotting bodies...it was rather frightening.

Especially since they were eating fresh raw meat, their bodies were inevitably stained with blood, and blood was dripping from their fangs.

Although Yan Chi knew it was the servants' dinner time, he still felt nauseous and silently put down his meat skewers.

It's no wonder the player reacted so strongly; he'd lost his appetite too.

Shen Mingsu was completely unaffected. Seeing Yan Chi had stopped eating, he also put down his skewers. "Full?"

Yan Chi nodded. "Let's go back to sleep."

The two left the restaurant together. As they passed the stairwell, Yan Chi noticed bloodstains on the ground. It must have been left by the player who fell down the stairs. Judging by the amount of blood, the wound shouldn't be fatal.

The next day, when Yan Chi went to the viewing room, Xing Zhinan told him, "Good morning, Teacher Chi. Oh, and two players died last night."

"Two?" Yan Chi asked in surprise. "How did they die?"

"The player who tried to cause trouble killed them. His name is Yu Qi. That makes four lives now. With such a typical example, if Xingluo and the others had any brains, they could write a two-thousand-word essay based on him."

Yan Chi frowned deeply, watching the miniature figures enter the restaurant for breakfast. Then, one player smashed a plate.

"Stop eating! This is all human flesh! We were cursed because we ate this meat, that's why the system abandoned us and shut down our system space!"

The player who smashed the plate looked crazed, throwing every dish with red meat on the table onto the floor.

The other players' expressions changed drastically upon hearing this, but a hint of hesitation remained.

"Go see for yourselves! Old Liu and his buddy died last night, but their bodies disappeared first thing this morning. Tell me, where did they go?"

The players' hearts sank as they stared at the meat on the table.

Human flesh?! They were eating human flesh?!

"Ugh..."

The sounds of vomiting rose and fell, completely ruining their appetites.

The servants waiting nearby didn't offer any explanation, simply watching indifferently as the players threw plates and smashed bowls.

The players interpreted their reaction as tacit approval. During the few days they'd been in the dungeon, the servants had acted exceptionally harmless, and the hot-tempered players were now venting their anger on them.

A bald, middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the nearest male servant. "How dare you?! How dare you make us eat this stuff?! You lowly thing!"

His spittle landed on the servant's face. The servant wiped his face. "Sir, please let me go."

"Who do you think you are…"

His words were cut short as the servant's head transformed into a giant snake's head, biting off half of the man's body.

The other players stared at the headless corpse, swallowed hard, and slumped back into their chairs, their legs weak.

Feng Wang, who had been doing homework late into the night and was already in a bad mood, glanced at the restless players. "What's all the noise about? If you keep making noise, I'll kill you all!"

The servant transformed back into a human head. "Yes, young master."

Breakfast was finished in silence. The players had clearly accepted that the meat on the table was human flesh and only dared to eat the vegetables.

"How much homework do you have left?" Xingluo suddenly approached Shen Chang Le, his gaze fixed on the refined man at the back of the dining table.

Shen Chang Le: "A thousand words left."

"Following this player, we're sure to reap great rewards." Xingluo rubbed his hands together, already impatient. "He is easily worth ten thousand words; we can just start writing on him."

Over the next few days, Xingluo focused directly on Yu Qi. They saw Yu Qi deliberately dress as a servant after curfew, first posing as a player to inform the other players of important news, then entering the room and killing them after they opened the door.

The next day, he appeared innocently, subtly inciting the low-level players to direct their anger towards the servants.

After the players and servants clashed, he took out a notebook and noted down the servants' levels and abilities before leaving.

“Wow, this person is so vicious.” Xingluo shook his head, then turned to his friends and asked, “Are you finished writing?”

Feng Wang finished writing the last line, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. “Finished.”

While Yu Qi was using players’ lives to collect information, he too became material, recorded on paper, and each of the bad player’s characteristics was unique.

The number of players was rapidly decreasing, from twenty at the beginning to seven at the end. Yan Chi watched Yu Qi’s actions, his brows furrowed tightly.

“Teacher Chi, what’s that saying again? Oh right, put aside your helpfulness and respect other people’s lives.” Shen Mingsu leaned on Yan Chi’s shoulder, placing his hand over Yan Chi’s eyes. “If you can’t bear to look, I’ll cover your eyes for you.”

Yan Chi was both amused and exasperated. “I know.”

In this world, what happens when you’re eager to help others? Just look at Li Xian’s ending.

…

On the last day, the system issued an announcement.

[Number of players remaining: Six.]

[The Snow Flame instance will close in three hours. Players, please prepare to say goodbye; a new journey is about to begin.]

Song Qian and Zheng Yu, who had been huddled in their room, heard the announcement and stepped out. In the hall, Lu Yuanming and his introverted roommate had been sitting for a while, and a middle-aged woman was squatting in the corner.

Soon, Yu Qi arrived. He politely nodded to Song Qian and the other two, completely ignoring Lu Yuanming and the other two low-level players.

Song Qian rolled his eyes, ignoring him entirely.

Today was a rare sunny day. Sunlight shone on the snow, making the crimson blossoms stretch their leaves, shaking off the snowflakes, exceptionally beautiful and dazzling against the pristine white earth.

It was time to collect the homework.

Xingluo and the others lined up conscientiously, handing their assignments to Yan Chi one by one. Yan Chi immediately graded them in red ink, announcing the scores on the spot, making the students' hearts pound.

Yan Chi carefully reviewed them, then waved his hand, all above ninety points. "You could have written very well! Why did you ask Lu Yuanming for help? His sentences are full of grammatical errors; they're not as good as yours."

The students couldn't hide their smiles, happily watching their graded assignments.

Thank you, players! Thanks to Yu Qi for providing such a negative example!

"Since they're leaving soon, I'll go kill Yu Qi," Feng Wang said, his words startling. He clearly harbored a grudge against this player for a long time. "If I don't kill him now, I'll never have another chance."

Yan Chi also disliked Yu Qi and didn't intend to stop him.

Feng Wang then hurriedly took Li Huai to find someone.

In the hall, Yu Qi sensed Song Qian's malice towards him, but dismissed it with a nonchalant smile. He walked up to Zheng Yu and handed him a postcard. "Mr. Zheng Yu, have you heard of my organization, [Termites]?"

Zheng Yu smiled politely. "Of course. Who hasn't heard of such a notorious and despicable organization?"

Yu Qi's smile slowly faded. "Mr. Zheng Yu, isn't that a bit too harsh? Our organization has three S-rank players."

"They're still alive?" Zheng Yu feigned surprise, nodding repeatedly. "That's true. Those old fogies who're practically half-buried are no good anymore. It's normal for you to recruit new members everywhere."

Yu Qi's gaze darkened. "Aren't you afraid of being hunted down?"

"Before worrying about my life or death, you should worry about yourself first." Zheng Yu adjusted his glasses, leaned closer to his ear, and said, "The King of Hell is here to kill you."

Yu Qi's pupils contracted. He turned and saw Feng Wang strode towards him menacingly. He instinctively took a step back, bumping into Zheng Yu.

Zheng Yu, as if tainted by something, disgustedly dusted off his clothes and walked to the side.

"W-what do you want?" Yu Qi's composure crumbled. "I haven't broken any rules! You can't kill me!"

Feng Wang sneered, grabbing his collar, his vertical pupils piercing his eyes. "I'll kill you if you want, I don't care if you broke any rules. I heard you're from [Termites], perfect, I love killing people from your organization."

Feng Wang gripped his neck, lifting him high.

Yu Qi's feet lifted into the air. The intense suffocation was excruciating, but without his system space, he was just an ordinary human, powerless to resist.

Just as he was about to be strangled to death, Feng Wang released him. Yu Qi fell to the ground in a sorry state, gasping for the hard-won air, his whole body trembling.

Feng Wang's crimson vertical pupils were filled with hatred. He sliced ​​his palm with his fingertips, drawing blood. He pried open Yu Qi's mouth and forced the blood into it. "You like drinking blood and eating flesh, don't you? Then eat your fill."

The scalding blood flowed down his throat into his stomach, burning every inch of his skin and organs. Yu Qi's entire body glowed with an eerie red, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

He screamed in agony, but Feng Wang showed no mercy. Ever since he learned that Yu Qi was a member of [Termites], he had been like a volcano that had been ignited.

Yan Chi had been following behind them. Seeing Feng Wang's intense hatred for a player, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on and turned to look at Shen Mingsu.

Shen Mingsu nodded.

Yan Chi lowered his eyes, took Shen Mingsu's hand, and turned to leave.

"A'Huai, come here."

Feng Wang called out to Li Huai. After Li Huai walked to his side, he pointed at Yu Qi on the ground, "Take out your knife and kill him."

Li Huai took out the small knife Feng Yun had given him, walked step by step to Yu Qi's side, slowly squatted down, and held the knife to his neck.

Yu Qi's neck was smooth, without a single scar, but his father's body was covered in wounds when he died.

Li Huai gripped the knife tightly and stabbed down hard. Blood gushed out, splattering onto his face.

At the top of the stairs, Feng Yun had been standing there for an unknown amount of time. He looked at the bloodstains on Li Huai's face, his fingers slightly clenched, and finally, without saying a word, silently turned and left.

[The Super S-Rank Dungeon Snow Flame has closed.]

[Players who have cleared the dungeon: Five.]

[For the lonely, wandering players, it's time to go home. Welcome back to the player lobby!]

Five players cleared the Super S-rank dungeon, causing a huge stir in the player lobby. However, no matter how many inquiries were made, only one piece of information was given:

—They encountered a wonderful teacher, a unique, non-refreshable boss teacher. If they were lucky enough to meet him, they could just latch onto his coattails.

…

Seven days later, when Yan Chi returned to school, he felt a surreal sense of disrepair. Butterflies fluttered around him in the botanical garden.

A branch, wrapped with a flower, was presented to Yan Chi. He stared in astonishment at the ancient tree.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you and sent you to Feng Wang's house." The ancient tree's voice was aggrieved. "I apologize, this flower is for you."

Yan Chi, having experienced so much, was already quite accepting of the absurdity of a tree speaking. He took the small pink flower. "So it was you... It's okay, I forgive you."

"Waaaaah, you're so kind." The ancient tree was incredibly moved, gathering a huge pile of flowers, almost tearing down all the plants around it. "Waaaaah, these are for you, all for you!"

A ton of flowers were thrown at him, almost overwhelming Yan Chi. Finally, Shen Mingsu stopped it in time, and the ancient tree ceased its frenzied flower-giving.

Yan Chi, looking helpless, let Shen Mingsu remove the flower petals from his hair, and then they walked towards home together.

Shen Chang Le didn't come back with them; he stayed at Feng Wang's house for the afternoon, planning to return with his friends the next day.

The originally three-day holiday had been extended to seven days due to this unexpected situation. Yan Chi had already informed the other five students that classes would officially begin tomorrow.

Teachers' villa area.

Yan Chi walked near his house and heard the sound of water. He stopped and followed the sound to Xi Chang's yard.

The sun was shining brightly today. The large swimming pool at Xi Chang's house rippled, and a small blue ball floated on the surface. With each ripple, a dazzling blue tail suddenly whipped the ball into the air.

Xi Chang emerged from the water, intently watching the ball, wagging his tail and chasing after it. Just as the ball was about to fall, he flicked his tail again, tossing it into the air.

Xi Chang was happily playing with the ball, while Yan Chi watched him with mixed feelings.

Although he had long been prepared that his colleague was most likely not human, Yan Chi still froze when he actually saw Xi Chang happily wagging his tail and playing with the ball.

So Xi Chang was a huge fish.

Xi Chang's long blue hair clung to his fair back. He seemed to be tired from playing, humming a song as he swam towards the shore, holding the ball and placing his hand on the handrail to get ashore.

Then, as if sensing something, Xi Chang turned his head and met Yan Chi's gaze. The menacing Shen Mingsu was right beside him.

Xi Chang's eyes widened in shock. Help! Help! His identity was about to be exposed! Shen Mingsu would kill him!

Anyone, please save his fish life! He didn't want to be sliced ​​into boiled fish fillets!

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