Deep in the Living

Chapter 697 Philosophical Exchange
Because Mr. Question Mark is in seclusion, the school's morning runs are temporarily canceled for the time being. We've already tried before, but no one has been able to achieve the same results as the morning runs recommended by Mr. Question Mark.

Today's class is a philosophy class taught by Maximus, which is also the least practical and most boring class.

In other courses, the teacher would conduct some practical teaching, but this class was purely blackboard writing, which has never changed. Even the students' textbooks were purely philosophical theories.

The most terrible thing is,

This class absolutely forbids distraction; if you lose focus even slightly, misfortune will befall you.

However, today's class welcomed a special student, or rather, a person accompanying the student.

With Mr. Guo's special authorization, he is allowed to participate in various campus activities and enjoy the normal treatment of a student.

School gate.

A man and a woman are walking together.

The girl carried a leather backpack, wore a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and sported her signature white sneakers.

The man was wearing a white shirt and trousers, along with a pair of rather old-fashioned leather shoes.

His outfit always felt awkward, and there was an unusual sense of disharmony in how he walked, as if he hadn't dressed formally in a long time.

His face remained the same, devoid of any features. His black hair, however, was washed clean, neatly trimmed, and just past his ears.

"Brother, you can just sit in the last row. You're not a student, so it shouldn't matter whether you pay attention or not."

Your classmates and teachers are all good people. Some unexpected situations may occur during class, but please don't pay attention to them or try to get involved.

If you're interested in attending the class, I can sit next to you and we can look at the textbook together.

The faceless man simply nodded, offering no further response.

at this time,

Luo Di and Hua Yuan emerged from another path, pretending to bump into each other by chance.

When Wu Wen saw Hua Yuan linking arms with Luo Di, she frowned slightly. "Sister Hua, didn't you say you were going back to the comic book store today?"

"Yes, I'm going back this afternoon. Hello, Mr. Qu! I met you last night... Oh, right! This is Luo Di, he's with us and also studies here."

Roddy's consciousness seemed unclear, or perhaps he was being influenced by some kind of thought process.

He only snapped back to reality when he smelled the pungent, meaty odor, immediately distancing himself from Hua Yuan and staring directly at the faceless man before him.

"Hello, Mr. Qu!"

Mr. Qu naturally recognized the young man who had severed his arm, and he also knew very well that it was this young man who rushed up the moment Wu Wen was turned into an umbilical cord.

He accepted the union of his sister and Wu Wen, and he tried to accept the network of relationships that Wu Wen had built.

They thought the two had a close relationship, but seeing the scene before them, they seemed to have other ideas.

It was precisely because of Hua Yuan's interference that Wu Wen was unable to clarify the specific relationship and could only give an awkward smile before heading to the campus together.

Many students had already arrived in the classroom.

As Mr. Qu approached, a strange atmosphere immediately enveloped the entire classroom. Everyone stopped what they were doing, ceased their conversation, and looked towards the back door.

Many people, including Liberty and Domo, all saw the same illusory reality.

It was as if a torrent of flesh and blood had burst through the back door, pouring in and soon engulfing everyone inside the classroom.

despair!
But as a footstep stepped through the back door, these illusions vanished.

At a glance, the faceless man was already sitting in the empty seat in the last row, sitting upright, waiting for class to begin.

To ensure everything was stable, Wu Wen naturally sat next to Mr. Qu.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to this person... ring ring ring! The class bell rang.

Maximus, with his flowing blond hair, wheeled himself into the classroom.

After fighting abroad, he has maintained his youth. Although he still needs a wheelchair for daily activities, his control over misfortune has improved, and he can move freely in a small area.

click!
The wheelchair was parked in front of the podium.
He stood up.
When this action was made, the students present were somewhat wary, worried that the torrent of misfortune would get out of control.

He took off his gray suit and hung it on the coat rack to the side of the podium.

A gold chain hung from his striped vest, a dark gold tie tucked into the vest, and he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He placed a special hourglass on the upper right corner of the podium. The hourglass was the only timer for the class; the lesson would only end when the last grain of sand had rung away, and the outside bell would be completely blocked out.

Maximus's gaze naturally also fell upon the special student sitting in the last row.

However, his teaching rhythm was not disrupted, and he started writing directly on the blackboard.

"Today we will officially begin the first chapter of the 'Theory of Causality,' which is expected to take up the entire morning, so please pay attention! I may call on you to answer questions at any time."

Upon hearing the duration, many students showed unpleasant expressions, and Hua Yuan even regretted it, as she should have gone back this morning as an exchange student.

Wu Wen then raised her hand and asked, "Teacher Ma, Mr. Qu also wants to participate, but he doesn't have any teaching materials. Can I study them with him?"

"can."

Although it lacks facial features, No-Face seems to be able to obtain visual images through other means of perception.

Three hours passed.

Three students have already been punished by being made to stand in the corner for not answering questions correctly during class.

1. Hua Yuan's body was almost embedded in the wall, his brain exploded, and countless flowers bloomed.

2. Katayama's legs were broken, and he could only support himself on his arms in the triangular area to keep upright.

3. Song Huiwen lay on the ground, as if she had been cut in half at the waist, with blood continuously oozing out.

In comparison,

The faceless man, who was not fully conscious and had cognitive impairment, seemed unusually serious. He not only made various marks on the textbook with a pen, but also made detailed notes next to it in tiny, bright red blood.

Although he could not speak, he was invited to the podium many times to write on the blackboard.

Surprisingly, the faceless man was able to write very neat and beautiful Chinese characters, and his handwriting style was quite formal.

Maximus knew very well that Mr. Qu was the only monster ranked ahead of him, but he did not secretly compete with him, nor did he manipulate the calamity to influence him. Instead, he admired him even more.

The class continued until 1 p.m., when the last grain of sand finally fell.

As all the students breathed a sigh of relief,
Maximus wheeled himself to the last row and asked personally, "Mr. Qu, have you ever worked as a teacher?"

The faceless man neither nodded nor shook his head, nor did he respond with any words.

Wu Wen received a special mental signal and quickly translated it: "My brother doesn't remember much about the past, but he feels a sense of familiarity in the classroom and the blackboard looks familiar to him. Perhaps he has done related work before."

Maximus handed over a business card from the Invisible Manor.

"If you are interested, feel free to come to me anytime. I will offer some assistance within my capacity, and even if I cannot help you, we can still have some philosophical discussions."

This time, No-Face actually stood up and reached out his hand.

This scene surprised Wu Wen, as Mr. Qu had always been very passive and resistant to the outside world.

Even after coming to Whirlpool Town and becoming a member of it, it's the same; he didn't even respond to Teacher Guo's handshake back then.

When their palms clasp together,
It was as if two completely different torrents were converging.

The course is over.

The school cafeteria has just reopened today, and everyone is ready to go and have a good meal.

Wu Wen naturally led Mr. Qu over to sample the best food in Whirlpool Town, which could even be said to be the best in the entire corner.

Just as they were about to arrive at the cafeteria,
The sky, covered in ashes, emanated an unusual, crimson hue.
Mr. Qu also stopped walking. He hadn't said a word until now, but something strange was happening to him.

A vertical crack appeared on his smooth face, with tooth-like structures embedded inside, arranged strangely and of uneven size.

"similar……"

A mumbled, indistinct language came out of his mouth.

At the same time,

The cafeteria doors were wide open.

Hunter, still wearing an apron around his waist, stepped out and stared intently at the arriving diners, his eyes gleaming with a bloodshot glint. A completely different dish was already taking shape in his mind.

(End of this chapter)