Let's give space a touch of Chinese horror!

Chapter 93 A Unique Open Class

"Glug."

Someone swallowed hard.

The silence that lasted a few seconds felt like an eternity.

Then--

"Click".

The classroom door, which they had been unable to open no matter what they tried, was suddenly pushed open lightly.

A person appeared at the classroom door.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit, holding lecture notes in one hand and a black pointer in the other. He stood at the classroom door, his gaze behind his glasses calmly sweeping over the people present.

"Didn't you hear the school bell ring?!"

He walked into the classroom, his leather shoes making a clear, rhythmic "tap, tap" sound on the cement floor, echoing in the deathly silent classroom.

The man who suddenly appeared walked slowly to the front of the podium, threw the lecture notes onto the podium with a "thud," and looked at the group of people who were staring blankly at him as he walked in, seemingly not yet realizing what was happening.

"What are you all standing there for? What, are you waiting for me to invite you?!"

"Aren't you going back to your seat right now?! Aren't we going to have class?!"

The stern reprimands echoed in their ears, and everyone finally realized what was happening—

No, wait, who is this person?!

"Did you lock us up here?!"

"Did he say 'Go back to your seats'? Good heavens, is he really going to give us a lesson? Does he really think of us as students?"

"Who are you people? What do you want?! I'm warning you, this is illegal detention! If you don't want to be exposed, release us right now!"

"Sit my ass!" A burly man slammed his foot on the table beside him, the table leg scraping loudly against the floor. Veins bulged on his neck as he pointed at the podium and yelled rudely, "Teaching a class? Are you crazy?!"

"Let us out! Or we'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing that there was only one person coming, while they had a group on their side with a clear numerical advantage, the group became much bolder, and shouts and questions exploded in the classroom.

Some even stepped forward, ready to attack—all the fear and anxiety they had felt while locked in the classroom had transformed into anger at that moment.

Before the outstretched hand could even touch the other person, the expressionless man suddenly raised the hand holding the black whip.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just gently flicked his wrist holding the pointer—

"Whoosh—smack!"

Two seconds later, the burly man who was about to attack him stopped cursing abruptly, turning into a short, shrill scream.

"Aaaaaahh ...

He covered his mouth and staggered back several steps, blood gushing from between his fingers and flowing down his wrist.

The sounds in the classroom were abruptly cut off again.

"Has everyone quieted down yet?"

The man in the dark gray suit slowly put down the pointer in his hand, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Can we begin the lesson now?"

"This class has already been delayed for a long time..."

Everyone hurriedly returned to their original seats, in a quiet and swift manner.

"Very good." The man nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the "students" below the stage. "My surname is Dai."

"You can call me Teacher Dai."

"Today, I will teach you—" He turned around and wrote the words "polite language" on the blackboard, put down the chalk and turned back to the podium, "How to be a polite person."

The people below all looked puzzled and bewildered, but dared not ask any questions.

Teacher Dai on the stage was very satisfied with their attitude, nodded and announced: "Today, other teachers will also be observing this lesson."

He gestured with his chin, indicating that they should look behind him, at the back of the classroom. "I hope everyone will behave well and try to leave a good impression on the teachers observing the class."

Everyone turned their heads in confusion, following Teacher Dai's gesture, but their eyes widened in surprise when they saw who was behind the classroom.

"Red, red clothes?!"