Card simulation, starting with the Goblin Deserter

The disgust and absurdity somewhat diluted the terrifying atmosphere in the academy.

Some people forced their heads up, trying to understand Hayes's intentions, but most people just stared at him with angry and puzzled looks.

One of the few surviving girls in the class glared angrily at Hayes.

"Even if you want to warn us, couldn't you have used a gentler method?!"

Among the people who were disgusted to the point of vomiting by Wu Wukai, she was the one who vomited the most.

Before Hayes could speak, Linda walked in with a cold expression.

She deliberately avoided looking at "Grace," crossed her arms, and spoke sternly to everyone.

"We've already met the real Professor Grace outside the classroom."

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, keep an eye on this stand-in and get training!"

The girl twitched her lips a few times but remained silent, and the other students who harbored resentment towards Hayes also temporarily held back.

Linda was more influential among the students than Hayes, and no one would want to offend a direct descendant of a top noble family.

With the example of Wu Wukai becoming a replica of Grace, coupled with Linda's formidable reputation, the situation was set.

The twenty or so students in the classroom finally accepted this reality in a short period of time.

They all forced themselves to stare at "Grace" despite their discomfort, but even so, Hayes was still not satisfied.

He walked through the aisles of the classroom, correcting the movements of each student.

"You, you, and you!"

"The smiles of the three of you are awful! Can't you even smile? Imagine this person on the stage is your first love, and now give me your most genuine smile..."

Many people laughed so hard their facial muscles were cramping. And that wasn't all. Just when most of them were finally able to see "Grace" smile...

At Hayes's behest, "Grace" began to flirt with everyone in the classroom, tossing her hair and making suggestive gestures...

In an instant, another vomiting sound rang out in the classroom.

Even Linda's eye twitched, and she quickened her pace to hide outside the classroom, afraid that Hayes would force her to practice as well...

Just as Linda reached the door, Hayes suddenly called out to her.

"Linda, where did Gentry go?"

Linda was startled.

"He probably threw up in the stairwell..."

Hayes frowned and called out, "Call him back for me."

"His mental fortitude is lacking; he needs to train even harder!"

Linda breathed a sigh of relief and ran out of the classroom as if fleeing, catching Gentry and bringing him back.

Within ten minutes, the "resistance training" in the classroom reached a fever pitch!

More and more people are able to resist "Grace's" offensive and show a passable smile.

But Hayes was making it even harder; he walked around the classroom, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"The whole class repeats!"

"Professor Grace, you looked absolutely perfect tonight!"

A few scattered voices of students repeating along immediately filled the classroom.

"Professor Grace...you were absolutely perfect tonight...ugh!"

This posture really does remind me a bit of Hayes's student days in his previous life, when they would read aloud together during morning self-study...

The "crash training" in the classroom is in full swing.

However, just as Hayes was giving intensive training to several underperforming students, a strange sound suddenly came over the classroom loudspeaker.

"Sizzle... classmates..."

Hayes fell silent instantly, listening intently to the sounds outside the classroom.

At the end of that corridor, what came from not just one pair, but countless pairs of metal heels stomping on the ground, a chilling combination of the clinking of jewels and the rubbing of fabric!

From afar to near, sometimes small, sometimes large!

Just as the others heard the commotion, Hayes and Linda returned to their seats.

They exchanged glances, both able to see the worry in each other's hearts.

Just how "perfect" is "Professor Grace"?

-

Meanwhile, without any unexpected incidents, Class 2, which was having class as usual, had already rung the bell to signal the end of get out of class.

With a stiff expression and mechanical movements, the "advanced mathematics teacher" walked out of the classroom carrying a briefcase.

Behind him, a dozen or so corpses lay sprawled on the classroom floor, blood everywhere, the stench overwhelming.

Even Page and Graham, who had previously been the target of public criticism, were among them.

This isn't bad news either; at least they won't have to be interrogated by their classmates anymore.

Soraka sat in a corner of the classroom, gently comforting several female classmates who were crying their eyes out. Several classmates who had been helped by her in class and had narrowly escaped a disaster also came to thank her.

The "Advanced Mathematics" class we just had was not complicated:

As long as you listen attentively in class and answer the teacher's questions correctly, you can survive.

But even so, it's not that easy to stay fully focused every minute of a 45-minute class.

Anyone who is momentarily distracted will be called out and asked a calculus question that is clearly beyond the scope of the curriculum.

If Soraka hadn't repeatedly reminded her classmates, risking being caught by the teacher, there probably wouldn't be many people standing in Class 2 right now.

Even so, thirteen people still died at the hands of their teacher. Soraka is not omniscient and omnipotent, and there are situations where she cannot offer warnings.

"Everyone, take a break. The announcement just said there will be no more classes scheduled for today."

Soraka got up to comfort her classmate, but she herself looked exhausted.

The continuous high-intensity problem-solving slowed down her thinking speed, and she even wanted to take a short nap on the table.

But she walked out of the classroom without hesitation, her heart filled with worry.

If the courses in Class 1 are the same as those in Class 2... what should Hayes do?

She had to go and see; perhaps she could offer Hayes some help with his problem outside the classroom.

All the students were trying to persuade Soraka not to go out, and some of the bolder boys even offered to leave with her.

This advanced mathematics class almost cemented Soraka's reputation and status within Class Two.

In their eyes, Jessie Soraka was not just a beautiful girl with outstanding looks and a wonderful personality, but a goddess who lent a helping hand in times of crisis and saved them from danger!

However, Soraka firmly shook her head and refused these offers.

"There might be danger outside, so you should stay in the classroom."

After saying that, she walked out of the classroom alone and closed the door.

Standing in the corridor outside the classroom, Soraka was enveloped by the cold wind and darkness.

She took out a light-based spell card to act as a light source and walked towards the classroom of Class 1.

However, before she could take a few steps, a strange feeling of palpitation washed over her, and she subconsciously turned back.

From the darkness at the end of the corridor, a figure that Soraka knew all too well slowly appeared.

His walking posture perfectly replicated Soraka's memory of it, with each step spaced precisely to the centimeter, without the slightest difference.

His face bore the familiar, fatherly smile that Soraka knew best.

But under the illumination of the magical light source, there was no reflection in those eyes.

"you?!"

Soraka's pupils contracted, and a surge of emotions welled up within her.

But she quickly calmed down and looked at the man with an unprecedentedly cold gaze.

The person who arrived was "Jesse Bob".