I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 816: Class 7 F4

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Class 7 F4

Seaport No.7 Middle School, this is the school where you teach.

As Zhang Zifeng said, this school is a third-tier high school. A third-tier high school is one where student admissions are based on score lines. First-tier high schools admit top-performing students, followed by second-tier high schools, and finally, the unwanted students are arranged in third-tier high schools.

In other words, this place is a concentration camp for underperforming students.

Unfortunately, you are one of the teachers in this concentration camp for underperforming students, and you teach Chinese.

As is well known, of all the subjects related to the college entrance examination, Chinese is the least regarded because students have been studying Chinese every grade, every semester for over a dozen years.

Previously at the hospital in Yuhang, Han Rourong had specifically asked the doctor to issue a certificate stating that you had fallen from a hillside and injured your brain, causing temporary amnesia.

Therefore, today you were actually here to submit a fake sick leave note, since you, with your amnesia, did not have any confidence in your ability to carry out your teaching duties and wanted to delay for a few more days.

However, as soon as you set foot in the school administration office, you were quickly driven out by a skinny old man. Despite the old man’s frail appearance, his roar could rival Pavarotti’s.

"You damned fool, do you even realize what time it is? The end of the term is upon us, and you dare to let me down! If it wasn’t for the penalty of breaking the contract unilaterally, the school having to bear a breach of contract fee, I would never hire someone like you!"

Seeing the director of academic affairs cursing as he entered the room, you then wiped the sweat from your forehead and sighed, "Well, since I’m here, I might as well check on my students."

Seaport No.7 Middle School is located in a relatively remote area, so most of the teachers are on contract. This is also why the quality of teachers at the school is inconsistent, with most of the contract teachers showing signs of slacking off.

Fortunately, before coming, you had done your homework and knew that the classes you were teaching were grade 10 classes 5, 6, and 7; among them, you were the homeroom teacher for class 7, which had been ranking last in the grade for the past two years.

When you were about ten meters away from class 7, you could already hear the students’ noise and frolic.

Even though it was recess, compared to other classes, class 7 was definitely the noisiest.

You were unfamiliar with everything about this class, so holding two thick textbooks in your hand, you took a deep breath just before entering the class, then strode in.

According to your imagination, upon your entry, the noise in the classroom should have ceased abruptly, and the students, even if just pretending, should have given you, the homeroom teacher, some face.

However, after you entered the classroom, the students acted as if you were invisible, continuing their roughhousing and chasing each other.

Standing on the podium, you gently coughed a few times.

No response.

"Cough, students, please quiet down."

Still no response.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Still no response!

"Bang!"

You reflexively slammed your palm against the blackboard behind you. With a heavy strike and a loud noise, the entire classroom suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, anger rose from your heart, malevolent courage at your side, as you glared with wide eyes, your face solemn, even fierce, as you shouted at the boys and girls below, "Sit down! All of you bloody sit down!"

"Bang!"

Another heavy strike, your hand forcefully hitting the lectern table.

This time, the frightened students finally returned to their seats and slowly sat down.

You didn’t care what they were thinking or what their reactions would be next, you immediately took out the roll call register and called out the first name, "Zhang Hua."

There was no response.

"Which son of a bitch is called Zhang Hua?" you looked up, glaring at everyone, and angrily said, "If you don’t answer within three seconds, do you believe I will strip off your clothes and hang them in the corridor for everyone to admire?"

Whether they were intimidated or scared, either way, a male student wearing glasses shakily raised his right hand.

Then you called out names one by one, and with a good start, the other students were relatively more cooperative.

The reason you were calling roll was not to check attendance, but to get to know these students as soon as possible.

After suffering from amnesia, you discovered that you had acquired a coveted ability, photographic memory!

This so-called photographic memory was not just about books, anything you saw, even if it was just a fleeting glance from the corner of your eyes, could form an image in your mind, and you could easily recall it whenever needed; not only your eyesight but also your hearing was several times better than that of ordinary people.

"Li Yichen."

At that moment, a male student with an earring and dyed yellow short hair crossed his legs and slightly raised his hand. He didn’t even look at you, just kept his head down and appeared to be reading a novel on his phone.

Seeing this, you quickly walked over, stood beside him, looked down at his phone, and smiled, "Reading a web novel, huh? Is it any good?"

"Hmm, not bad." Li Yichen still didn’t look up and was chewing on a lollipop.

Since it was break time, you didn’t make a scene, but still tapped on Li Yichen’s shoulder, "Young man, there’s a limit to everything. Crossing it is not pretty."

With that, you continued calling out names without paying any more attention to Li Yichen, "Pang Yuxuan!"

"Hey, teacher, I’m here."

A handsome boy waved at you with a cheeky smile.

"Zhang Xidong!"

In a corner of the room, a plainly dressed boy, who felt as cold as a block of ice, slightly raised his hand.

He briefly glanced at you, his eyes calm and undisrupted.

Then, you frowned and read the last student’s name from the register, "Zai Juejue."

The name was really a mouthful, and if you were on a busy street, you couldn’t even shout it out loud, you didn’t understand how anyone would choose such a name.

The response came from a slender boy with delicate features; his expression was neither cold nor warm, giving off a very strange feeling.

You had to say, these last four boys gave you a weird feeling, their personalities were vastly different, yet they still stood out in this class of underachievers.

Casually, you threw the roll call register back without even looking, and it landed precisely on the lecturer’s desk, perfectly aligned with the edges of the desk, this skill alone astonished the students.

"Alright, now let me make it clear to everyone." You returned to the lectern and scanned the room with a stern gaze, "What happened in the past is none of my business, and I don’t want to deal with it, but from now on, all of you must study properly. Whether you date, play games, read novels, etc., I don’t care. I have only one requirement, each of you must have a presentable report card."

There was only a month left until the end of the term, and you hoped to reform them within this month to reassure their parents that their children were not wasting time at school.

At that moment, the grinning Pang Yuxuan raised his hand and said, "Teacher, my parents aren’t very demanding, passing is enough, so rest assured, with my current grades, I definitely have something to show."

Seeing Pang Yuxuan, you suddenly smiled, and to the students, your smile seemed rather malevolent!