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As soon as the bell rang and Ji Mo closed his lesson plan, he was surrounded by several students asking for his questions. Xia Yu, standing on the periphery of the crowd, had a resentment in his eyes that almost seemed to solidify.

He also realized, through the convenience of answering questions from students, that there was no oppression of students by teachers, and that there was no hostile or domineering relationship between them.

Apart from the strange teachers, it's a school that's no different from a normal school.

After patiently answering all the questions, a strong impulse surged into Ji Mo's heart without warning, and he had to go to the next classroom immediately.

This feeling was exactly the same as when he first put on his teacher's uniform ten minutes before the bell rang for the first class. Even the name on his temporary employee badge had long since been silently changed to "Ji Mo".

It was as if the rules of this area recognized his identity the moment he put on his uniform, automatically adjusted the class schedule, and drove him to arrive on time through this invisible intuition.

"get out of class has just ended..." Ji Mo thought helplessly.

According to the rules, there are five classes in the morning and four classes in the afternoon. Students must choose any six classes each day and take into account the different progress of each class. There are no rest days at all.

Students have a half-day holiday on Sundays, but teachers still have to face harsh assessments after students leave school.

He couldn't imagine how high a salary would be needed in the real world to make people accept such intense work.

The force of such a rule would be enough to drive an ordinary person crazy, but for Ji Mo, it was like an annoying itch—a little bothersome, but not a big deal. He only needed to concentrate for a moment to suppress and eliminate this restlessness.

He is one of the very few individuals with special abilities, possessing not only near-superhuman attack power but also an invulnerable physique.

To be precise, its resistance to magic, physical attacks, and various abnormal statuses is ridiculously high.

Subconsciously, she tugged at her teacher's uniform. The fabric clung to her body, requiring some effort to remove from her skin; on anyone else, it would probably be impossible to take it off.

The identity of a teacher is easily acquired, but shedding it may require paying a price.

The students' situation has been roughly investigated. Next, it's time to see if the teachers truly care about the students as the rules describe.

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The sky outside was overcast, with gray clouds foreshadowing an impending downpour. The playground was deserted; by the time students reached their senior year, physical education classes had long since become a mere formality.

The same applies to psychology classes and psychology clinics.

He had been wondering why the rules specifically mentioned the psychological room.

In his past educational experience, school counseling rooms were usually just for show, and few people really expected them to relieve their distress or provide guidance.

"Is someone inside?"

The door was ajar, and two people sat facing each other inside: one was a student wearing an ill-fitting school uniform, whose face clearly indicated he was an adult, presumably the rumored graduate; the other was a strange female teacher with long, straight black hair covering half her face, and a pretty face, whose name tag read "Kuroko".

"...Six months ago, my company went bankrupt, and I lost my job. My family was pressuring me, saying that at my age, I should settle down either a job or a marriage. As a result, my blind date turned his back on me on the spot when he heard that I didn't have a job. After that, all the resumes I sent out disappeared without a trace... They said that there are college graduates everywhere now, so why don't I lower my salary requirements? But I have already lowered them a lot, by a full third compared to my last salary."

The graduate's voice was filled with bitterness. He gripped his trouser leg tightly and whispered, "Mr. Kuroko, I thought the future held endless possibilities when I was in high school, but reality has taught me that hard work doesn't always guarantee a reward."

"That's not your fault." Ms. Kuroko leaned forward slightly and responded in her unique, calm yet clear and gentle voice, "In my eyes, you have never been a failure. The outside world is harsh, but here, your efforts and pain deserve to be seen and respected."

The conversation was filled with bitter reflections on reality, poured out without restraint, and word by word, it took nearly twenty minutes to build up a psychological counseling session.

The graduate's shoulders trembled slightly, and finally he let out a long sigh of relief, as if some burden had been lifted. He stood up, whispered "Thank you, teacher," and then hurriedly left the counseling room with his head down, unaware that Ji Mo had already hidden around the corner.

Ms. Kuroko stood at the door, watching the graduates leave. Her voice was as gentle as everyone's dream lover's. Without turning around, she asked, "Do you have any questions? The friend standing over there?"

Ji Mo walked out from around the corner, his brows furrowed slightly. He hadn't seen Teacher Kuroko since he started class, and he sensed that Teacher Kuroko was the most eerie person in the school, at the peak of the third tier, only one step away from the fourth tier.

Xia Yu is only at the fourth level.

He subtly changed the subject: "I'm a new math teacher, and I'm not familiar with this place yet."

Mr. Kuroko wasn't surprised. "Just call me Kuroko. I teach chemistry."

Ji Mo scrutinized her face, his tone somewhat subtle: "...It's probably only in this school that you can find a science teacher like you, Ms. Kuroko, who is both exceptionally beautiful and works so hard."

"Ms. Hime, you flatter me. A presentable appearance makes students feel relaxed, doesn't it?" Ms. Kuroko smiled slightly. "Unlike that teacher last time who was told by students that he was too old."

"Is the weekly test paper ready?"

"Wasn't it already prepared? It's in the office."

He quickly recalled the blank test paper he saw last night that said "Weekly Test". He had been somewhat suspicious that the test paper was so openly placed in the cabinet, and now he was completely certain of its authenticity.

Based on his knowledge, he judged that these questions were not particularly difficult.

What happens to students who fail the exam?

"Transfer to a regular class."

"It's that simple?"

"This is, after all, a place for teaching and nurturing," Mr. Kuroko countered with a smile, "What punishment could be more terrifying than this?"

After saying that, she turned and left calmly, completely exposing her back to Ji Mo, seemingly without any fear of being attacked.

If there were any doubts when observing the students and studying the rules, then after this conversation with Mr. Kuroko, the last trace of uncertainty completely disappeared.

Ji Mo stood still, gently pressing his brow, realizing that he and Xia Yu might have misunderstood the fundamental purpose of this alternate dimension from the very beginning.

Once all other possibilities are eliminated, the remaining answer, no matter how absurd it may sound, can only be the truth.

The creator of this space introduced countless bizarrely disguised humans, perhaps with the core purpose of simply... to better educate and nurture people?