Master of Kaidan-Chapter 534 The World is Still Normal

"F*ck, it truly is the first day of school scene!" Holding a stack of last term’s notes, Feng Xue quickly made his way to the door of the Audio-Visual Room, but under the rule of "no running in the hallways," by the time he reached the Audio-Visual Room, there was already a long line.

But Feng Xue didn’t find it troublesome. With a casual demeanor, he walked up to the door where a teacher was simultaneously photocopying notes and lecturing students about not taking proper notes regularly. He smiled and said,

"Teacher, are my notes done?"

"?" The teacher frowned upon hearing this, wondering who he was. Then he saw Feng Xue magically slip him a coin and continued with a shy expression,

"I was in a hurry to use the bathroom earlier, and you told me to leave the notes there, and that you’d take care of printing them!"

As Feng Xue spoke, he gave the teacher a suggestive look. Following his gaze, the teacher slapped his forehead and exclaimed,

"Look at me, I completely forgot. Don’t worry, I’ll print them right now!"

After saying that, he picked up the notebook that had been "placed there who knows when" and moved to the photocopier.

The students in line saw Feng Xue’s natural demeanor and the teacher’s implied apology. Although some were upset, they were more annoyed with the teacher who forgot Feng Xue’s notes rather than Feng Xue, the "victim."

This wasn’t to say that these students were easy to fool; in high school, students naturally tend to oppose teachers. Not to mention, most of those who come to photocopy notebooks are those who didn’t take proper notes during class.

These students were often lectured by teachers, and topped with adolescent rebelliousness, the subconscious belief that "the one with higher status is always wrong" naturally formed.

That being said, Feng Xue didn’t actually wait too long. A high school that could afford computer and science labs in 2001 naturally wouldn’t skimp on photocopying equipment. Using the machine originally meant for test papers, Feng Xue’s dozen notebooks were soon printed. Even the teacher, who felt guilty about forgetting Feng Xue’s notes... cough cough, even stapled them for him.

"Thank you, teacher!" At the door of the Audio-Visual Room, Feng Xue took the plastic bag with the notes and slipped another coin to the teacher. Although he wanted to check them immediately, considering there might be rules like "don’t read while walking," he decided to head back to the classroom with restraint.

...

"Thanks for your notes. I’ve got them all printed," Feng Xue said with a smile, handing back the dozen notebooks to his deskmate, who was engrossed in an English book and looked a bit surprised:

"That was fast?"

"Yeah, the teacher in the Audio-Visual Room is really nice." Feng Xue returned a serene smile. Without probing further, his deskmate carefully packed the notebooks back into her backpack.

Seeing her stow everything away, Feng Xue then took out a math book and flipped to the notes, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness there wasn’t any trickery with this." He looked at the legitimate content for the first semester of Grade 11 (although actually, it was advanced), and let out a small sigh of relief. He had experienced a mysterious group before he traveled here, where the cruelest aspect was that the textbooks in the school were all replaced with university-level calculus, forcing a bunch of middle school characters to perform calculus operations, gloriously claiming—

"The ghosts in this book have been trapped in the Ghost School for decades. Ghost teachers make up the exams, and ghost students study rigorously. When everyone scores full marks, the ghost teachers naturally up the difficulty, and the depth of the lecture content intensifies as well. After decades, they might even have you guessing mathematical conjectures!"

He had been worried that this Ghost School might pull a similar stunt, but it seemed either the ghosts in this school were not that intellectually capable, or the era wasn’t too outdated yet.

Though he said this, Feng Xue still scrutinized carefully. Even though he relied on the translation magic taro for a perfect score in English and was supported by powers like "Seven-orifice Exquisite" in science, humanities were not just about knowing the answer, but about what the question setters expected you to write.

And these expectations could vary wildly depending on different social contexts, history, and international situations.

For instance, if the focus was on economic development, your answer should be "a cat that catches mice is a good cat, whether black or white."

However, if environmental attention was required, your response should be "lucid waters and lush mountains are invaluable assets."

While these were all cliches, Feng Xue didn’t know much about the history of this world, so he still needed to glean the teachers’ thoughts from his deskmate’s notes.

...

A morning quietly passed, and nothing strange occurred, but anyone who’s experienced high school life would understand that the most terrifying thing is an uneventful high school day.

"New guy, still reading? Come have lunch with us?"

As Feng Xue began memorizing the interpretations of historical figures, a voice called out from not too far away.

The speaker was a tall guy, standing at 1.9 meters, with a robust build and a crew cut, possessing quite the sporty charm.

Feng Xue recalled the notes on the roster and replied with a smile,

"Sure, give me a moment to drop off my bag in the dorm."

"No problem!"

Watching the other party casually invade his personal space, Feng Xue didn’t mind too much. He quickly shoved the notebooks into his backpack and headed toward the dormitory building.

The malice of students can sometimes manifest oddly; sometimes, even if you don’t seem out of place, someone might randomly destroy the stationery or notes left in a classroom.

And incidents like outright nicknaming or defacing someone’s textbook are quite common, sometimes people tear your book not because they dislike you, but because they find the sight of an intact book irritating.

Although Feng Xue had memorized the contents of the notes, after all, they were an important tool for shaping his image. If his notes were damaged, how should he react?

Would finding fault bring high-blood-pressure responses like "Why didn’t he tear someone else’s book?"? Would bearing it make him a high-quality bullying target in others’ eyes who seems too meek to retaliate?

With many thoughts about this school, Feng Xue naturally wouldn’t expose any flaws. He chatted casually with a few students who had come up while locking his backpack in the dormitory, and then said breezily,

"Since it’s the first day of school, just say what you’d like to eat; it’s on me!"

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