Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

Even more terrifying than Hiratsuka Shizuka? Are you kidding me? Is this school a concentration camp for villains?

Duan Zilian hadn't even had a chance to ask who "Teacher Diye" was—

boom! ! !

The classroom sliding door was suddenly pushed open, making a noise as if the door panel was about to be torn off and used as a weapon.

The loud noise instantly silenced the previously whispering classroom. Yui Yuigahama, who was about to drink water in the front row, was so startled that she almost dropped her water bottle.

A man strode in.

For a moment, Duan Zilian even had a strange feeling, as if the person who walked in wasn't a teacher, but a rock star with his own background music.

Chapter 6 Teacher Susumu Teino

He was ridiculously tall, wearing a flashy dark yellow shirt with the collar open, revealing his muscular chest.

His golden hair was combed back meticulously, and although he was wearing sunglasses, he still exuded an extremely arrogant aura.

"Today's traffic lights... are also a kind of trial!"

The man suddenly spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, with an exaggerated, aria-like tone.

"On my way here, the red light at that intersection tried to stop me. Who did it think it was? Did it think it could control my time?"

The man suddenly waved his arm, pointing at Hu Buxiang, who was trembling in the first row:

"If it were you, Ministry of Revenue! What would you do? Would you just stand there like a coward and wait for it to turn green?!"

"Huh? I... I'll probably wait, right?" The Ministry of Revenue looked completely bewildered.

"poor and weak!"

The man strode onto the podium, his leather shoes making a heavy thud on the floor.

"I didn't stop! I seized the fleeting moment before the red light turned on and rushed across the road before the cars started moving! This is going against the tide of fate! This is the human will to survive in the torrent of steel!"

The entire class fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at him with the impression that "the teacher's condition has worsened since he came back," but no one dared to laugh.

Duan Zilian stared in disbelief at the scene.

"What's wrong with this guy? Did he just escape from some mental hospital?"

He lowered his voice and asked the snow beside him.

Yukino calmly flipped through her world history textbook, as if she were already immune to everything that was happening before her eyes:

"Diye Jin, our world history teacher. Although he is eccentric, he used to be a famous archaeologist."

"I heard he had some kind of accident while excavating ruins in Egypt, and his personality changed after he came back. You'll get used to it."

"Diye... Jin?" Duan Zilian's lips twitched; the name sounded as wild as he was.

Just then, the school bell rang.

—Ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Di Yejin suddenly turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk.

Swish swish swish swish—!

The chalk sparked like dust as it rubbed against the blackboard, and he wrote two huge Chinese characters on it:

【history】.

Good morning, everyone!

Di Yejin took off his glasses, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. He placed his hands on the lectern and leaned forward, his posture resembling that of a vampire ready to hunt its prey.

His piercing gaze swept across the entire class: "Some people think that history is just dry years and the names of dead people, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Completely wrong! History is a torrent! It is a reflection of human existence! What we should learn is not the past, but the will to survive in this cruel world!"

His gaze swept across the classroom like a searchlight, finally settling on a completely unfamiliar face—Duan Zilian.

"Oh! Is this the new face from the mysterious East?"

Suddenly, Di Ye Jin stepped down from the podium, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, and walked straight to Duan Zi Lian's desk.

Duan Zilian swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to shrink back, but there was a chair behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Di Yejin looked down at him, his eyes, which seemed to see through his soul, swept over Duan Zilian and finally landed on his stiff shoulders and pale face.

"Transfer student...you look like you're in pain."

Suddenly, Di Yejin reached out and pressed heavily on Duan Zilian's shoulder, which was covered with a plaster.

"—Aww!"

Duan Zilian couldn't help but scream, "Teacher! Be gentle! I'm hurt there!"

Di Yejin did not let go; instead, he slightly increased the pressure.

He leaned closer to Duan Zilian, a wicked and arrogant smile playing on his lips:

"Will it hurt? Good."

His voice suddenly became low and serious, as if stating some kind of truth:

"Then savor this pain. Because at least it proves you're still alive, not just a cold corpse."

Duan Zilian was stunned.

Those words struck him like a heavy hammer blow, hitting his heart, which had been filled with fear of death the night before.

"Only the dead feel no pain."

Di Ye Jin suddenly straightened up, released his grip, turned his back to Duan Zi Lian, and raised his hands high, as if embracing the sun:

"In this world, only those who control suffering can control destiny! Even if the body is broken and battered, as long as the soul still burns, this is the hymn to human courage!"

"Alright! Turn to page 45! We're going to talk about the great pyramids. Anyone who dares to daydream will have to stand in this classroom until time stops!"

Duan Zilian slumped into a chair, panting heavily, the cold sweat on her back soaking through the plaster.

He looked at the passionate figure on the podium, his emotions churning for a long time.

"Prove I'm still alive...?"

Duan Zilian rubbed her aching shoulder and gave a wry smile.

Although this teacher seemed like a madman, his words were surprisingly pleasant to hear.

Yukinoshita, standing nearby, glanced at him but, unusually, refrained from making any sarcastic remarks.

This was definitely the longest and noisiest history lesson Duan Zilian had ever taken in his life.

The teacher, Mr. Diye Jin, on the podium didn't seem to be giving a lecture at all; it was more like he was performing a one-man show without a script.

He wielded the pointer in his hand like a rapier, making a "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

"Listen up! Some people say the pyramids are the blood and tears of slaves? NO! NO! NO!"

He raised his index finger and shook it from side to side, a fanatical mockery on his face: "The ancient Egyptians mummified their bodies, hoping for a future resurrection. That was humanity's greed for eternity! It was the ambition to conquer time! Hayama! What do you think?"

The chalk stub was tossed precisely at the first row.

Hayato Hayama caught the chalk with a wry smile and stood up.

As the central figure in the class, he was clearly used to dealing with all sorts of unexpected situations.

"Uh... I think the pyramids reflect the pharaoh's absolute power as a god-king, and the ancient Egyptians' strong belief in immortality..."

"Too textbook! It has no soul!"

Di Yejin exaggeratedly covered his face, "What I want to hear is your roar! Your imagination of that era!"

"...Isn't that asking for too much?"

Sitting next to Hayama, Tobe muttered to himself, then turned to Miura Yumiko behind him and said, "Yumiko, is this guy still asleep?"

"Huh? It's so noisy."

Yumiko Miura, her dazzling blonde hair curled, rested her chin on her hand with a bored expression, secretly tapping her phone under the table with her other hand. "Anyway, as long as they don't call me, it's fine. Teachers who are too enthusiastic are the most troublesome."

At this moment, Duan Zilian, a transfer student, is on the verge of life and death.

Di Yejin's penetrating voice made his eardrums buzz, and the plaster on his back began to heat up, the burning sensation making him restless.

"Hey, Azusagawa."

While Diye Jin was turning around to write on the blackboard, Duanzi Lian nudged Azusagawa Sakuta on her right and said, "Is this teacher really not a vampire? And isn't he a little too hot-blooded?"

Sakuta twirled his pen, responding in a low voice without turning his head:

"They say it happened after she went to Egypt for archaeological work, probably possessed by some ancient vengeful spirit. She went again recently, so it seems her condition has worsened. But more than that, what I'm concerned about is..."

Sakuta's gaze shifted slightly to the right, looking at Ebina Hina, who was curled up in a ball.

At this moment, Ebina was staring at the open collar and muscular chest of the man on the podium, his glasses reflecting an eerie light, and he was muttering dangerous words like "strong top... younger bottom..."

"...Is this class really okay?"

Duan Zilian's lips twitched.

"Alright! Focus your attention here!"

Suddenly, Di Yejin on the podium shouted, interrupting all the whispers below.

He drew a huge, somewhat abstract pattern on the blackboard. It looked like a glowing giant inside a pyramid.

"In that extremely barren ancient era."

Di Yejin's voice suddenly deepened, becoming magnetic, as if he were telling a story he had personally experienced:

"Humans are weak. Faced with natural disasters, man-made calamities, and even threats from outer space... how did our ancestors survive?"

The whole class fell silent.

Is it courage?

Ayaka Totsuka, who was in the front row and had a pretty face like a girl, timidly raised her hand and asked.

"Excellent! Totsuka!"

Di Ye Jin snapped his fingers. "Courage! The courage to raise your fist even when physically weak, even when facing invincible darkness! This is the hymn of humanity!"

--boom.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

When Diye Jin uttered the word "darkness," the sky outside the window suddenly darkened. Thick rain clouds obscured the sun, and the classroom instantly dimmed.

Duan Zilian's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously looked out the window.

A spiraling cloud was forming in the sky, turning the sky gray.

"...Am I the only one feeling uncomfortable?"

Duan Zilian muttered to herself in a low voice.

"The air pressure has dropped."

Yukino Yukinoshita, who was standing next to her, suddenly spoke up.

Her gaze also turned to the window. "It seems the weather agency's forecast was right; the airflow has been very unstable these past few days."

"It's not just airflow, is it?" Duan Zilian rubbed his chest, the palpitation making it hard to breathe. "I have a feeling... something is coming."

"For example?" Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow.

"Like...the end of the world or something?"

"If the end of the world could exempt me from afternoon PE class, I wouldn't mind."

Yukinoshita calmly withdrew her gaze and returned it to her notebook. "But before that, you should worry about yourself first. Teacher Teino is looking over here."

"What?!"

Duan Zilian suddenly turned around.

It was noticed that Di Yejin on the podium had stopped his speech at some point.