Chapter 714: Chapter 694: Philosophical Exchange
Due to Mr. Question Mark being in seclusion, the school’s morning runs have been temporarily canceled. Previous attempts have shown that no one can achieve the same effect that Mr. Question Mark provides with the morning run.
Today’s course is Philosophy, taught by Maximus, known as the least practical and most tedious class.
In other courses, teachers will conduct some practical instruction, but this is purely a blackboard teaching class that has never changed. Even the students’ textbooks are purely philosophical theory.
The most crucial thing is,
This class absolutely does not allow daydreaming; if your attention is not focused, misfortune will come knocking.
However, today the class welcomed a special student, though strictly speaking, not a student, but an auditor.
With Teacher Guo’s special authorization, they were allowed to participate in all campus activities and enjoy regular student privileges.
A boy and a girl walked together.
The girl carried a leather backpack, wore a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and stepped in iconic white sneakers.
The man wore a white shirt and trousers paired with rather outdated leather shoes.
His attire always seemed awkward, giving a strange sense of discordance as he walked, as if he hadn’t dressed formally in a long time.
His face was as always, lacking any features. His black hair was washed clean, tidy, and just over his ears.
“Brother, you just sit in the back row when the time comes. You’re not a student, so whether you listen carefully shouldn’t matter.
Classmates and the teacher here are all good people. Some unexpected situations may occur during the class, but you must not mind them or intervene.
If you’re interested in the lesson, anyway, I’ll sit with you, and we can share a textbook.”
The Faceless Man only nodded, providing no extra response.
Luo Di and Hua Yuan emerged from another path, pretending to meet by chance.
Seeing Hua Yuan holding onto Luo Di’s arm, Wu Wen’s brow furrowed slightly, “Sister Hua, didn’t you say you were going back to the comic store today?”
“That’s right, I’ll return in the afternoon. Mr. Qu, hello! We met last night… Oh! This is student Luo Di, who studies with us here.”
Luo Di’s consciousness seemed unclear or possibly under some thought influence.
The smell of pungent raw meat suddenly awakened him, immediately distancing himself from Hua Yuan and focusing on the Faceless Man.
Mr. Qu naturally recognized the young man who severed his arm and knew well that when Wu Wen transformed into an umbilical cord, it was this young man who first rushed over.
His heart acknowledged the bond between his sister and Wu Wen, and he would try to accept the relationships Wu Wen established.
Thinking their connection was close, he reconsidered upon observing the scene before him.
Due to Hua Yuan’s intervention, Wu Wen was unable to clarify the specific relationship and only offered a shy smile as they headed to the campus together.
Many students were already in the classroom,
As Mr. Qu approached, a strange air immediately enveloped the entire classroom, stopping everyone from their actions and conversations, all turning to look at the back door.
Including Lebeite and Dormo, many saw the same real-world virtual image.
It was as if a tide of flesh broke through the back door, flooding in, with the individuals inside the classroom about to be completely engulfed.
However, with the sound of footsteps entering the back door, those virtual images disappeared.
A quick glance showed the Faceless Man already seated upright at the back row, waiting for class.
To ensure stability, Wu Wen naturally sat beside Mr. Qu.
Just as everyone’s attention was drawn to this person… ding ding ding! The class bell rang.
Maximus, with flowing golden hair, wheeled himself into the classroom.
After Outer Realm operations, he maintained this youthfulness, although his daily movements still required a wheelchair, his control over misfortune had enhanced, allowing him some free movement in smaller areas.
The wheelchair stopped in front of the podium,
Upon doing this, the students felt some apprehension, worried the tide of misfortune might get out of control.
He removed his gray suit, hanging it on the rack beside the podium.
A gold chain hung from his striped vest, an understated gold tie tucked into the vest, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt, setting a special hourglass at the upper right corner of the podium.
The hourglass was the only class timer; until the last grain of sand fell, class wouldn’t conclude, and the outside bell sound would be completely soundproofed.
Maximus’ eyes naturally noticed the special student sitting at the back row.
Yet his classroom pace wasn’t disrupted, immediately starting to write on the blackboard.
“Today, we’ll formally begin discussing the first chapter of ‘Causality’, expected to take the entire morning, everyone stay focused! I might call on you at any moment to answer questions.”
Upon hearing the duration, several students displayed unpleasant expressions, Hua Yuan regretted not returning this morning as an exchange student.
Wu Wen then raised her hand to ask: “Teacher Ma, Mr. Qu also wishes to join in, but doesn’t have a textbook. Can I share mine with him?”
Though lacking facial features, the Faceless Man seemed to use other perceptual means to obtain visual content.
Due to being inattentive, three “stand-up punishment students” failed to answer questions correctly.
1. Hua Yuan’s body nearly embedded in the wall, brain exploding, flourishing countless flowers.
2. Katayama’s legs broken, relying on arms to prop in the triangular zone to stay upright.
3. Song Huiwen fell to the ground, like being bisected, fresh blood constantly seeping out.
The Faceless Man, with incomplete consciousness and cognitive barriers, appeared exceptionally serious, not only marking various symbols on the textbook but also making detailed annotations in small blood-red characters alongside.
Unable to speak, yet often invited to the podium to write on the blackboard.
Surprisingly, the Faceless Man could write very structured, beautiful Chinese characters, a formal style of handwriting too.
Maximus knew Mr. Qu ranked as the sole monster ahead of him, yet harbored no secret rivalry nor manipulated disaster tides to affect him, instead fostering further admiration.
The course extended till one in the afternoon, as the last sand grain finally fell.
As all students breathed a sigh of relief,
Maximus wheeled over to the back row, personally inquiring, “Mr. Qu, have you ever worked as a teacher?”
The Faceless Man gave no nod or shake, nor any verbal response.
Wu Wen received a special spiritual signal, quickly translating, “Brother doesn’t remember past events well, but he feels a familiarity in the classroom and at the blackboard, perhaps having worked in related roles.”
Maximus directly handed over a business card for Invisible Manor.
“If interested, feel free to visit. I can offer whatever assistance I’m able, even if unable to help, we can have philosophical discussions.”
This time, the Faceless Man surprisingly stood up, proactively extending a hand.
This scene surprised Wu Wen somewhat, as Mr. Qu always remained very passive and resistant to the outside world.
Even upon coming to Vortex Town, becoming one of its residents, Teacher Guo’s handshake initially went unanswered.
Upon their handshake,
It was as if two entirely different tides merged together.
The school’s cafeteria happened to reopen today, everyone planned to enjoy a good meal.
Wu Wen naturally led Mr. Qu along, to sample Vortex Town’s top-tier cuisine, arguably the best in the Corner.
Just as they were approaching the cafeteria,
The sky covered with ashes seeped out a strange crimson,
Mr. Qu’s footsteps also paused, undergoing a peculiar alteration despite never uttering a word.
A vertical crack surprisingly appeared on his smooth face, embedded with tooth-like structures, oddly arranged and uneven in size.
A blurred, indistinct voice emerged from the mouth.
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Hunter, with an apron still tied at his waist, emerged, carefully observing the arriving diners, eyes tinted with crimson, a completely distinct dish forming within his mind.