My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 101: Yucai Middle School 2

After checking the banner twice to make sure it wouldn't fall, the young female teacher finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Alright, you may return to your classes," she said, waving to the five of them to signal that they were free to leave.

One of Yucai Middle School's rules: students must not leave their assigned classrooms without reason and must not change seats. After the bell rings, students must sit in their designated seats, no exceptions.

Fortunately, all the school rules and their corresponding methods had already been posted on the forum.

Chewing gum, the red-haired teenager followed the forum's suggested procedure, skillfully leading everyone to the grades announcement board. From the board, they found their names, classes, and grades:

The red-haired teenager's name was Yang Fan, the long-haired woman was Yun Jin, the migrant worker was He Fei, the bespectacled, formal woman was Zhou Jing, and the muscular man was Zheng Wu.

All five were in the third year of high school. Three of them were assigned to the same class, while the other two were placed in the neighboring class.

Yucai Middle School had deliberately located all third-year classrooms on the first floor of the teaching building. This arrangement was designed to save students the time and energy of climbing stairs, giving them more hours to dedicate to their studies.

Using the classroom door plaques, they located their respective classrooms. Upon entering, they immediately noticed how unusually quiet it was. Even though class had not yet begun, there was no sign of the usual chatter, laughter, or playful mischief often found in classrooms.

Every student sat attentively at their desks, either immersed in reading books or scribbling notes on sheets of paper. The only sound in the large room was the soft scratch of pen tips moving across paper.

One of Yucai Middle School's rules: students must never disturb others while they were studying. If a student was unsure of what to do, they were required to immediately open their textbooks and begin reading, without hesitation.

The words immediately, right now, at once were even highlighted in bold on the rule list, emphasizing the urgency of compliance.

At that moment, five or six seats were still empty. But neither the occupied nor the empty seats were labeled with names. They had to figure out which seat belonged to them.

Already aware of the specific rules, Yang Fan and Yun Jin, of course, did not speak up to ask their classmates where their seats were.

Yang Fan, ever nonchalant and chewing gum, strolled toward a seat, There was already a student sitting there, reading.

Yang Fan paused, pursed his lips, and tried to blow a bubble with his gum. But somehow—whether by accident or misjudgment—the gum flew out and stuck to the student's desk.

The student finally looked up from his book at Yang Fan.

The rules stated that students must never disturb others while they were studying, Yang Fan thought, at this moment, was this student really considered to be "studying" anymore?

He smiled and lowered his voice, apologizing: "Sorry, didn't mean to."

The student pressed his lips together, frowning darkly. Yang Fan quickly suggested, "How about we switch desks? I'll take yours."

The student glanced at the gum on his desk, then reluctantly stood up.

Yang Fan immediately moved the student's desk aside, while the student picked one of the empty desks and set it in his place.

Yang Fan handled the whole situation effortlessly. Sitting down, he reached into the compartment under his desk and, to his luck, found a grade sheet.

By recalling the name he had just glimpsed in the other student's textbook and comparing it with his own, he finally determined the seating order in the classroom.

Hidden rule of Yucai Middle School: in most classrooms, the arrangement of seats corresponded to students' academic performance.

He Fei and Yun Jin came over to Yang Fan's side. With a few hand signals, he indicated which seats they should take. Both immediately sat down in their assigned positions, reaching into their desks to retrieve textbooks and quietly began reading.

Only a few minutes passed before the first class bell rang.

Outside, the clicking of high heels echoed sharply down the corridor. A teacher appeared at the doorway, clutching textbooks, but she did not immediately enter the room.

At the same time, two students sprinted down the corridor, out of breath and attempting to enter the classroom. However, the teacher blocked the door.

Shortly afterward, the second bell rang. The teacher turned her head toward the students waiting outside, her expression dark and chilling. Pressing her lips together, she coldly uttered, "Late."

Normally, the first bell served merely as a warning. Students arriving before the second bell were not considered late. It was clear that the teacher had deliberately let them be marked as tardy.

"You two, go to the office and write self-criticism reports," she said, her voice as icy as her expression.

The two students immediately turned pale. Meanwhile, the teacher paid no attention to them and walked to the podium, opening her textbook.

"Today, we will review Lesson Four..."

The content being reviewed was all high school-level material. Because it was the third year, the focus was primarily on review rather than teaching new material.

From time to time, the teacher would call on students to answer questions. This posed a particular challenge for Yang Fan, Yun Jin, and He Fei.

Yun Jin, who was already working, and He Fei, who had only attended school for a few years, were already at a disadvantage. Even Yang Fan, the youngest of the three, was a second-year university student by now and had long forgotten most of what he had learned in high school.

"Next question: I'll call on a student to answer," the teacher announced, her pale face devoid of expression as her gaze swept across the classroom. Finally, it landed on Yang Fan.

"Yang Fan, please come up and answer: what are Newton's three laws of motion?"

Even if he wished to avoid it, Yang Fan had no choice but to stand. He tried desperately to recall Newton's three laws—the high school knowledge now reduced to fragmented memories, barely enough to form coherent sentences.

Failing to answer correctly would likely result in him being sent to the office to write a self-criticism report, just like the two students who had been marked late.

At that precise moment, a knock sounded at the classroom door.