9: Is Chapter 9, a B-rank ghost story, really that strong?
Linhai City No. 2 High School, Grade 12, Class 2.
Just as Su Yun reached the back door of the classroom, he heard a ruckus inside that rivaled a wet market.
In this world where the Abyss and various Strange Tales would invade reality from time to time, ordinary citizens were secretly protected by the authorities, yet the aftershocks of supernatural events still permeated daily life.
Because of this, the public worshipped The Watchers, official investigators, and Monster Hunters exposed in the news as superheroes or even idols, using this to mask the deep-seated fear of unknown death within their hearts.
"Night Owl is so damn cool! Blowing that little runt's shadow to pieces with one shot—that's a man's romance!"
Li Hao, a boy in the back row, was flushed with excitement, holding a broom in his hand and frantically imitating the posture of firing a revolver.
"Bullshit! Dark Blade is the eternal god!"
Wang Dan, a girl sitting in the front row, slammed her desk, her face full of disdain.
"What does a violent maniac like Night Owl know about aesthetics? Dark Blade's Shadow Boiling is something even the top brass of The Watchers marvel at; she is absolutely a cold, ruthless Genius beautiful girl!"
"Beautiful girl? The news says her height is estimated to be under 1.6 meters; she's probably just a short, bad-tempered midget."
Li Hao retorted mercilessly.
Su Yun, with his school bag slung over one shoulder, walked through the corridor expressionlessly and sat down at his seat.
Listening to the classmates around him arguing incessantly over his old man and his little sister, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Genius beautiful girl? Cold and ruthless?
You guys haven't seen that so-called killer, the desperate look on her face last night when she was punished by her own father to copy test papers after scoring 63 on her math exam.
If these classmates knew that the legendary powerhouses they talked about were just a father and daughter who bickered at home every day, their worldviews would probably collapse on the spot.
A faint scent of oranges suddenly drifted over.
Su Yun looked up.
Chu Youwei was standing in front of his desk.
As the school beauty of No. 2 High School, Chu Youwei had an impeccable pale, oval-shaped face, and her high ponytail exuded the cool aura of a top student.
However, in her distinct, almond-shaped eyes, there was always a hint of unnoticeable cunning hidden away.
"Did you solve the final math problem from yesterday's homework?"
Chu Youwei gently placed a test paper covered in red annotations on Su Yun's desk.
"Didn't do it."
Su Yun shook his head honestly.
Last night, he was too busy watching those drama queens at home act out, and happened to have a B-Level Weird Tale as a midnight snack; he had no time to worry about math problems.
Chu Youwei didn't get angry, but instead leaned over slightly, a few strands of hair dangling on the edge of Su Yun's desk.
She lowered her voice, gossip flickering in her eyes.
"Su Yun, you watched the news yesterday, right?"
"Night Owl and Dark Blade, who do you support?"
The few classmates arguing nearby also stopped, pricking up their ears to hear Su Yun's opinion.
Su Yun glanced at Chu Youwei, who was full of anticipation, and thought seriously for two seconds.
"I support the urban management and police of Linhai City."
Chu Youwei was stunned: "Huh?"
"Fighting outside someone's window in the middle of the night—not only is it disturbing the peace, it's also rude."
Su Yun's tone was filled with deep disdain.
"People with no civic virtue like this should really repeat their nine-year compulsory education."
Chu Youwei burst into laughter, the corners of her eyes curving into pretty crescents.
The surrounding classmates were also speechless, completely losing interest in pulling Su Yun to take a side.
Supporting no one—is this what heresy is?
Su Yun remained expressionless on the surface, but as he watched Chu Youwei walk back to her seat, his gaze flickered slightly.
Why was there a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy on this girl?
Was it an illusion?
Or was she carrying something?
What made Su Yun feel even more out of place was this.
The moment he stepped into the teaching building today, he felt the air temperature was a few degrees lower than usual.
Ever since he completely devoured the B-Level Nightmare last night, his perception of the surrounding environment had become increasingly sharp.
Something was wrong.
Although No. 2 High School was just an ordinary high school, the official spiritual energy defense matrix was laid under its foundation.
Ordinary, low-level Strange Tales couldn't get in at all, let alone emit this kind of scent right under his nose.
Just then.
"Ring-ring-ring."
The class bell rang abruptly, instantly suppressing the noise in the classroom.
Everyone quickly returned to their seats and took out their books.
A heavy sound of footsteps came from the corridor.
"Thud... thud... thud..."
The footsteps were very slow and extremely stiff, like a marionette with rusted joints, struggling to drag its body along.
The classroom door was pushed open.
The Homeroom Teacher, Zhou Fuhai, walked in.
Old Zhou was usually a grumpy middle-aged man with a potbelly and a receding hairline; due to the pressure of entrance exams, his brow was permanently furrowed into a "river" shape.
But today, he was different.
On Old Zhou's face hung an extremely exaggerated smile.
The corners of his mouth were pulled forcibly to both sides, the muscles strained to the limit, almost splitting to his earlobes.
The classroom, which had been somewhat restless due to the exam, instantly became so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.
The few students in the front row subconsciously shrank back, their faces turning pale.
They didn't know what was wrong with Old Zhou, but they instinctively felt a suffocating chill.
Old Zhou walked behind the podium and did not slam his lesson plan on the table as usual.
He just stared fixedly at every student under the podium with those turbid, bloodshot eyes.
"Students."
Old Zhou spoke.
His voice had changed; it was no longer the full-throated roar of his usual self, but had become hoarse and strange.
"Put away your books; now... prepare for the exam."
As he said this, he stiffly pulled a stack of ghastly pale test papers from under his arm.
Su Yun was sitting in the second-to-last row, the pen-spinning motion in his hand slowly coming to a halt.
In the depths of his pupils, a dark, gloomy light that did not belong to humans emerged.
[Foolish Eye] automatically activated.
In Su Yun's line of sight, Old Zhou's familiar pot-bellied skin became translucent.
Inside, there were no bones and no internal organs.
There was only countless writhing, pale flesh, and hundreds of eyeballs spinning wildly on the inner wall of the skin, filled with malice.
As those eyeballs moved, a cold, gloomy aura silently sealed off all the doors and windows of the classroom.
A translucent System prompt box popped up before Su Yun's eyes.
[Abnormal fluctuation detected]
[B-Level Weird Tale: Pseudo-Human Examination Room]
[Status: Sealed]
[After breaking the rules, you can perfectly devour it!]
Looking at the System prompt before him, the laziness on Su Yun's face completely dissipated, and the absolute rationality of an apex predator emerged in the depths of his eyes.
B-Level Weird Tale?
A B-Level Weird Tale that could silently bypass the school's spiritual energy defense matrix and descend directly into a classroom full of ordinary students?
Are B-Level Weird Tales this strong?
How come he didn't know?