Rules of the Strange: I Became a God in a Bizarre World Through Taoist Arts

Strangely, when the people of Tianxia Kingdom looked at the teacher's face in the sky, not a single one of them seemed puzzled that she had Hua Jiuyue's face.

Even when everyone was anxious about whether Shen Xingzhu could answer the teacher's question correctly, they overlooked the most crucial point—no one knew what the teacher had said before.

In the sky, Shen Xingzhuo met the gaze of the teacher version of Hua Jiuyue.

A line of text appeared rapidly behind her.

[I am your new math teacher, September Flower. Starting this semester, I will be teaching your classes. Today is our first meeting, and I will conduct a diagnostic test based on your level. Afterwards, I will provide differentiated instruction according to each student's individual foundation.]

This line of text appeared extremely quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

"It only lasted three seconds, were you afraid I'd finish reading?"

"You've already forgotten what I just said?"

"Why are you staring at me? Do I have an answer on my face? Speak!"

An overwhelming sense of oppression washed over them, and all the students in the classroom instantly lowered their heads.

But Shen Xingzhuo had never experienced this kind of "oppression" before, and indeed, she couldn't handle such pressure.

Therefore, even in such a tense atmosphere, she was still able to think rationally.

That line of text was probably a false message.

"They said it was their first meeting, yet she was able to conduct a diagnostic test based on the students' levels. How did she know the students' previous grades? Even if a teacher handed over the information to her, that information itself already reflected the students' academic performance; why would she need to conduct a diagnostic test?"

"Furthermore, even if this school is a private secondary school, it's impossible for it to provide differentiated instruction based on each student's individual academic level."

Shen Xingzhu smiled to himself.

"Could it be that they're taking advantage of me because I never went to school?"

"Even though I've never been to school, I know that schools group students into classes based on their grades. Even if there are big differences between students in the same class, how bad can the differences be?"

Shen Xingzhuo lowered her eyes, convinced that the hint she had just seen was just a hoax.

Since a textbook answer isn't feasible, we need to come up with a universal response...

"Teacher...what you said is all correct! I completely agree with what you said!"

Shen Xingzhu put on a fawning expression and looked at the teacher with a careful smile.

Teacher Hua Jiuyue stared at Shen Xingzhuo for two seconds, as if confirming the truth of her words. She didn't respond immediately, but instead shifted her gaze from Shen Xingzhuo's face and swept it around the other students in the classroom. The students who had their heads down lowered them even further.

"Sit down." The teacher version of Hua Jiuyue finally spoke, her tone a little calmer than before. "Next time you daydream, it won't be as simple as just standing up to answer a question."

As Shen Xingzhuo sat down, she glanced around. Several students in the front row were secretly looking at her, their eyes filled with surprise and something else unreadable. The girl sitting next to her even turned slightly and whispered, "How dare you say that?"

Shen Xingzhuo did not answer. She turned her textbook to face her, as if she were seriously preparing for class, but in her mind she continued to ponder the logic she had just heard.

That crossed-out "free" time, that afternoon marked as a practical training class, that teaching building called "Juxun Building," and the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the teacher in front of her, disguised as "differentiated teaching" and "diagnostic exams," made her increasingly certain of one thing: the school's rule system itself was built on the premise that "you are not good enough."