Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"Teacher, you… you're doing what?!" He asked with concern, "You'll be in danger if you continue like this!"

The homeroom teacher turned a deaf ear to Lin Yi's words. She silently put on her leather boots, tightened her pants, and then focused her attention on her suit jacket.

"Idiot," she began to unbutton her suit jacket, "If I don't do this, all of you will be in danger."

"I reiterate, this is not something you need to worry about."

"You just need to watch me take off my clothes."

Her suit only had one button, but it took her a long time to undo it.

After unbuttoning it, she seemed to think of something and suddenly fell silent.

Then, she let out a long breath and said, "Lin Yi."

"Hmm?" Lin Yi said, "Teacher, what is it?"

The homeroom teacher kicked a cabinet beside her and suddenly said, "There's a dictionary in here. If… I mean, if you're still outside the classroom at 10 PM one day, come into the office and take this dictionary."

"When you open the door, you must be quiet and try not to wake up your new homeroom teacher."

"Once you get the dictionary, you'll know what to do."

Lin Yi: "Huh? Why don't you just give it to me now?"

The homeroom teacher glanced at him: "You can only get it under that circumstance."

Lin Yi's expression turned serious, and he couldn't help but look at the cabinet: "Not on the same layer?"

The homeroom teacher looked at him with a smile: "You understand quickly… but it's not enough."

Lin Yi scratched his nose in embarrassment, and then immediately checked his "identity" with the homeroom teacher.

After speaking, the homeroom teacher added, "Of course, I hope that day never comes."

She then took a deep breath and put on an extremely serious expression, saying, "Alright, Lin Yi, next, do as I say."

"Okay."

"First, I need you to firmly believe in your heart that 'Outside the door is Class 2 of Group B', and then hold the doorknob."

"Okay."

Lin Yi still focused his attention on the homeroom teacher, then reached out and groped for the doorknob, and then, following the homeroom teacher's instructions, placed his hand on the doorknob.

The doorknob felt very cold, as if he could feel the cold wind outside the door through the doorknob.

"Very good…" The homeroom teacher nodded, "Next, from now on, I need you to continuously ask about my 'identity' until I answer incorrectly, or I tell you to run. Then, without any hesitation, open the door and leave the office as quickly as you can."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Then let's begin."

"Who are you?"

"I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B2-039'."

A sharp glint flashed in the homeroom teacher's eyes. She reached out and grabbed the acrylic name tag on her chest and took it off…

[Whoosh—]

As the name tag was removed, a trace of flowing air actually appeared in the closed office.

A cold golden light still flickered in the depths of the homeroom teacher's eyes, like the broken reflection of the moon on the water's surface under the moonlight.

"Who are you?"

"I am… the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B… 2-03… 9'."

She clenched the name tag tightly in her hand and took off her suit jacket.

[Crack… crack… ]

The cold air, centered on her, slowly spread to the surroundings, and a faint layer of frost quietly spread out.

"Who are you?"

"I am… White… I am…" A look of doubt floated in the homeroom teacher's eyes. Lin Yi's hand slowly pressed down on the doorknob, but just then, he heard the homeroom teacher say again, "No, I am… I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B2-039'."

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief for the homeroom teacher.

Immediately afterwards, the homeroom teacher tore off her shirt, revealing a black tank top that should definitely not be worn under a teacher's uniform.

The homeroom teacher in this state, combined with those jeans and leather boots, actually gave people a feeling of being very capable, like a battle-hardened ace agent—if one ignored the strong look of confusion in the homeroom teacher's eyes at this moment.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The homeroom teacher's eyes were gradually occupied by gold, and her breathing began to become rapid.

She clenched the name tag, constantly adjusting her breathing, and slowly opened her mouth to say: "I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B2-039'…"

She bent down, picked up the clothes she had taken off from the ground one by one, folded them, and put them on the desk.

During this period, she muttered to herself: "I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B2-039'…"

"I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2 of Group B. My number is 'Homeroom Teacher - B2-039'…"

"I… am… White… Fang…"

"Not good!"

Her eyes flickered rapidly, and a cold golden light surged from the depths of her eyes like water mist. Her breathing became extremely rapid, and white steam mixed with ice crystals began to spew from her mouth and nose…

"Lin Yi… Go quickly!"

Lin Yi watched helplessly as the homeroom teacher began to undergo this indescribable and incomprehensible strange change. He was very anxious, but completely powerless.

And the muscles all over his body had already been tensed under the homeroom teacher's instructions, like a sharp arrow ready to be fired. With the homeroom teacher's order, he slammed down on the doorknob!

[Click—]

The cold evening wind, mixed with thin white mist, poured into the office from outside the door.

Lin Yi quickly pushed open the door, rushed out like a nimble cheetah, and then slammed the door shut behind him!

Just as he flashed out, the corner of his eye happened to catch the homeroom teacher's figure—at some point, the homeroom teacher had appeared in his original position like a ghost!

[Bang!]

The door slammed shut!

He leaned against the door and first looked up to the right.

The classroom doorplate clearly read Class 2 of Group B.

[Phew…] He let out a long breath and then patted his chest and gasped deeply.

[She really didn't eat the tomato meat sauce spaghetti!]

He reacted. When he saw the homeroom teacher at this time yesterday, the homeroom teacher asked through the office door if he was there to deliver food!

[In other words, the homeroom teacher did receive the tomato meat sauce spaghetti delivered by the green hat, but she didn't eat it and threw the tomato meat sauce spaghetti into the trash can.]

[After that, she has been waiting for the normal blue bib chef to deliver food… But she has never waited!]

[Because the cafeteria… is very likely to have problems too!]

[Then her pollution… is it from food or mental?]

Lin Yi thought of the homeroom teacher's will…

[With her will, there should be no mental pollution, so… the pollution comes from the physiological level!]

[Is it… from the ketchup?]

"The boss also said, 'Not eating it doesn't mean it's harmless'… … So, things containing tomato elements, even if you don't eat them, can still pollute the human body?"

The cafeteria rules say:

【After leaving the cafeteria, please take off your clothes immediately and check for tomato sauce stains. If there are any, throw the clothes into the nearest trash can!】

Moreover, there is a highlighted note indicating that it must be thrown into the trash can, and not littered!

"So… … tomato elements should be like some kind of radioactive pollutant. As long as you get close to it, you will be subtly polluted?"

And the homeroom teacher… …

"She's staying with a trash can full of spaghetti with tomato meat sauce, and the spaghetti with tomato meat sauce in the trash can even comes from a long time ago!"

"Why doesn't she dispose of the trash? Could it be that the process of disposing of the trash… … has also gone wrong?"

"Damn it… … what the hell is this!"

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

19:43.

"Almost half an hour has passed."

He supported himself to stand up and walked over to grasp the doorknob.

"Huff… …"

Just as he grasped the doorknob, a slight chill ran down his back, and a feeling of being watched crept silently over him.

It seemed that something was casting its gaze upon him from the unknown darkness.

He didn't turn his head, the corner of his eye slightly tilted.

He saw the fog gradually spreading outside the teaching building, spreading like a tide under the moonlight.

"20:30, huh… …" he murmured.

"There's still three quarters of an hour… …"

He pressed down on the doorknob and pushed open the classroom door.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of hubbub mixed with wisps of human presence permeated from within.

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Hubbub, noise, but perhaps this is the breath of life.

Just like the atmosphere during a normal evening self-study break.

He walked into the classroom and closed the door.

"Bang!"

The classroom door, like a knife, cut off the thin white fog that had seeped into the classroom with him.

… …

Office.

“Huff… … huff… …”

The homeroom teacher stood in Lin Yiyuan's original position, raising her hand to support the heavy fire door of the isolation room, bending over and lowering her head, silently adjusting her breathing.

Her hair fell down naturally, and under the fluctuating incandescent light in the office, the ends of her hair seemed to be covered with some glittering snowflakes… …

“Huff… … ”

“Huff… … ”

Her breathing gradually stabilized, and she slowly straightened her body.

She gently adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and behind the lenses, golden pupils flickered with a cold brilliance.

“I am the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Group B, my number is… … 'Homeroom Teacher-B2-039'… … ”

She glanced at the white acrylic name tag in her palm, and her gaze flickered slightly.

“Is this 'pollution'? At this stage, I still seem to be able to maintain some sanity… … ”

She walked back to her desk and opened the drawer.

In the drawer with messy files, there was a neatly placed envelope.

She slowly picked up the envelope, looking at this brilliantly colorful and strange envelope, with colors gradually changing between blue and green, like a color-changing card, and fell into silence.

“Heh… … ”

A mocking look appeared on her vermilion lips.

“I still overestimated myself too much… … ”

She took a deep breath and put the name tag on the table.

Her movements were cautious and careful, as if feeling every minute and every second of change in the process of "removing" the name tag.

Then, she looked at the envelope in her hand.

The dark green envelope, like the unbridled and rampant smile of a clown, mocked her insignificance and overestimation of her own abilities.

“Green… … ”

“Heh.”

“Green… … then green it is.”

She bent down, carefully folded the uniform she had taken off, neatly placed it on the table, and put the name tag on top.

She looked at the damaged stockings, thought for a while, and put them in her pocket.

After doing all this, she glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall.

19:50.

“Fifty minutes… … it seems it's almost time.”

She walked to the side of the trash can and looked down at the trash can, which was like an abyss.

The spaghetti with tomato meat sauce in the trash can wriggled like disgusting flesh, emitting a nauseating and fishy smell.

“Disgusting.” She said coldly, then picked up the trash bag, tied a knot, and held it in her hand.

Then, holding the trash bag in one hand and the green envelope in the other, she came to the door of the office.

She stood there, silently counting the time in her heart, using her ears to capture the sound from the pendulum clock.

「Tick! Tick! Tick… … 」

Time passed by second by second.

Finally, a knock on the door rang outside.

「Dong! Dong! Dong… … 」

The sound was heavy, like a war drum.

“Is… … is it the delivery person?” The homeroom teacher's expression was calm, but when she spoke, her tone was hurried and flustered.

The voice outside the door was slightly silent, and then said: "See for yourself."

The homeroom teacher swiped open the peephole and looked out, then she silently opened the door.

A chef wearing a blue apron, carrying a lunch box, stood at the door of the office.

The chef in the blue apron seemed to have anticipated something, and looked at the homeroom teacher's face.

Their eyes met, and the homeroom teacher's cold golden pupils, like the fragmented moonlight, were so clear that people felt pity.

The chef in the blue apron clenched the hand holding the lunch box, lowered his head slightly, and squeezed out an apologetic voice between his teeth: "I'm sorry… … the cafeteria is also… …"

“It's okay.” The homeroom teacher interrupted him and asked calmly, “Where's the security guard?”

“I'm here.” A deep voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, rang from the darkness outside the teaching building.

A figure like an iron tower, holding an old kerosene lamp, broke through the darkness and fog and came to the door of the office.

The appearance of the old kerosene lamp made the homeroom teacher squint her eyes subconsciously, and the golden light in her eyes quietly dissipated a little.

The security guard looked down at the homeroom teacher, waiting for her next words.

The homeroom teacher handed over the green envelope and the folded A4 paper with the chef's number written on it.

The eyes of the chef in the blue apron twitched fiercely.

The security guard took the green envelope and the paper.

“Let's go.”

He turned and entered the dark mist, and the thick iron chain dragging on the ground rubbed out sparks with a "clang clang clang… …" sound.

The old kerosene lamp, which seemed to be extinguished at any time, split open the chaotic world like an unparalleled weapon.

Outside the light and shadow, countless ghostly figures trembled among the trees.

The homeroom teacher handed the trash bag to the chef in the blue apron.

The chef in the blue apron took it smoothly, and said in a low voice at the same time: "People will remember your dedication and sacrifice."

The homeroom teacher nodded and followed the security guard's pace.

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