72: Chapter 72 Teacher, I'm dead too! Why does he get exempted from homework while I have to do double?

Gu Lang's words, "You are already dead," were not loud.

But Class 1, Grade 3 went quiet.

The sound of reading during morning study stopped all at once.

Li Hao was the first to turn around, his expression complex: "Buddy, you curse my Brother Yun on your first day as a transfer student? Your way of socializing is quite ghostly."

Several girls in the class also looked at Gu Lang.

The inexplicable chill from just a moment ago hadn't dissipated yet, and now, hearing such a sentence, everyone felt their hearts go cold.

Chu Youwei frowned: "Classmate Gu Lang, what do you mean?"

Gu Lang did not look at them.

His gaze was nailed firmly onto Su Yun's face.

That was not a guess.

Corpse Peering would not lie to him.

A person can hide their Psionic User abilities, disguise their aura, and deceive the High Command's screening.

But death does not lie.

Su Yun has died before.

He died at the hands of a D-rank Strange Tales.

But the problem was, the thing that died at the hands of the Slit-Mouthed Woman was currently sitting next to him, holding a black gel pen, writing multiple-choice questions in a physics workbook.

This was even more outrageous than a semi-king-level Strange Tales.

No matter how strong a semi-king is, at least it is still alive.

Su Yun looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly nodded: "Mm."

Gu Lang was stunned.

Su Yun capped his pen, his tone steady: "I died."

The whole class: "???"

Li Hao was completely dumbfounded: "Brother Yun, don't play along with him! This joke is unlucky!"

Su Yun looked up at the Homeroom Teacher: "Teacher, he said I died. According to school regulations, can dead people stop turning in homework from now on?"

The new Homeroom Teacher stood on the podium, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He had just taken over this class and originally only wanted a smooth transition.

Now a transfer student said his deskmate died, and the deskmate took the opportunity to apply for homework exemption.

What was even more outrageous was that he actually felt this child's question was quite logical.

The Homeroom Teacher was silent for two seconds, recalling the high praise from the various subject teachers in the office regarding Su Yun's grades.

This child, Su Yun, his grades were indeed outrageously good.

Except for foreign languages.

For him, homework in other subjects was less of a consolidation exercise and more of a waste of time.

The Homeroom Teacher adjusted his glasses, forcibly maintaining his dignity as a teacher: "Su Yun."

The whole class instantly pricked up their ears.

The Homeroom Teacher said solemnly: "You don't have to turn in homework anymore."

The classroom was quiet for a second.

The next second, everyone's expressions completely shattered.

"???"

Seriously?

This works too?!

You can get exempt from homework just by dying once?

There's such a hidden school rule?

The Homeroom Teacher paused and added another sentence: "Except for foreign languages."

Su Yun nodded: "Okay."

Li Hao's eyes instantly lit up.

He seemed to have discovered a new continent in life at this moment and suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher! I'm dead too! I was scared to death by Classmate Gu Lang's words just now! According to the regulations, can I also stop turning in homework?"

The kindness on the Homeroom Teacher's face instantly vanished.

He looked coldly at Li Hao: "You?"

Li Hao puffed out his chest, trying to make his death seem more convincing: "Yes, I died very peacefully."

The Homeroom Teacher expressionlessly opened the roll book: "Li Hao, starting today, your homework is doubled."

The smile on Li Hao's face stiffened on the spot: "Huh?"

The Homeroom Teacher pushed up his glasses: "Since you've already died once, it shows that your stress resistance is stronger than ordinary classmates. Writing one extra set of homework shouldn't be a problem."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Li Hao clutched his chest, his face full of grief and indignation: "Teacher, I'm really going to die now!"

The Homeroom Teacher sneered: "That's perfect, I'll burn double for you tomorrow!"

Li Hao: "..."

This small interlude ended.

Su Yun lowered his head and continued writing questions.

But Gu Lang did not let him off.

He lowered his voice: "You know what I saw."

"The Slit-Mouthed Woman?" Su Yun said casually.

Gu Lang's fingertips trembled.

As soon as these three words came out, the Corpse-eating Dog inside him shrank directly into the deepest part of his sequence core.

It didn't even dare to make a sound.

Gu Lang stared at Su Yun: "You admitted it."

"Admitted what?"

"You died at the hands of the Slit-Mouthed Woman."

Su Yun turned his head to look at him, his tone very serious: "Classmate Gu Lang, one must be rigorous. To be accurate, it was that I almost died at the hands of the Slit-Mouthed Woman in the past."

"What Corpse Peering sees is a predetermined death."

"That just means you're not skilled at your job."

"Not skilled at my job?"

Gu Lang stared at Su Yun.

These four words were more painful than being slapped directly in the face.

Since entering the High Command's Archive Zero, he had undergone 376 spiritual tests and participated in 21 high-risk Strange Tales induction experiments.

Corpse Peering had never been wrong.

The dead are dead.

The living are living.

But Su Yun was sitting here, breathing steadily, his pen-holding posture standard, and he even drew a small cross next to a foreign language word.

Gu Lang said in a low voice: "Corpse Peering cannot be wrong."

Su Yun flipped the workbook to the next page: "Then that means your comprehension ability has a problem."

"I saw you killed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman."

"Mm."

"Your heartbeat stopped, your pupils dilated, your Soul left your body."

"And then?"

Gu Lang got stuck.

And then?

Then he didn't know.

That death record ended right there.

There was no corpse rotting afterward, no Strange Tales devouring the remains, nor any spiritual dissipation.

It was as if someone had cut a whole roll of videotape from the most critical position.

Su Yun looked up: "Are you done? I need to memorize words."

Gu Lang looked at the foreign language dictionary in front of him.

The first page.

Abandon.

It had been circled three times by Su Yun with a red pen.

He was almost able to recite this word from memory.

Gu Lang was silent for two seconds: "Are you really a student?"

Su Yun: "Otherwise, am I the principal?"

Chu Youwei turned around from the front row, her tone faint: "If he were the principal, the first thing he should do is abolish foreign languages."

Su Yun glanced at her: "You understand me."

Chu Youwei: "..."

Just at this moment, the classroom's back door was knocked.

Knock, knock.

The new Homeroom Teacher walked over as if he had seen a savior.

Two men in plain clothes were standing outside the door.

One was tall and sturdy with a cold, hard face.

The other was wearing black-rimmed glasses and holding a folder in his hand.

"We are the Municipal Education Safety Inspection Team." The man wearing glasses showed his credentials, "Routine check on the placement of transfer students."

The Homeroom Teacher was stunned and quickly stepped aside.

Su Yun looked up.

Education Safety Inspection Team?

These credentials were made quite realistically.

It's a pity the Psionic User scent is wrong.

These people are all Psionic Users, hiding a compressed psionic lock in their cuffs.

People from the Investigation Bureau.

Gu Lang also saw them.

His eyes sank.

They came too fast.

The man wearing glasses walked into the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the whole class, finally landing on Gu Lang.

"Classmate Gu Lang, how are you adapting?"

Gu Lang said coldly: "It's okay."

The tall man looked at Su Yun.

His gaze paused for half a second.

Half a second later, his pupils contracted slightly.

Not because he saw through Su Yun's identity.

But because Su Yun was too normal.

After Gu Lang deliberately released his sequence aura, the surrounding students all had more or less mental fluctuations.

Only Su Yun.

He was as clean as a freshly printed piece of white paper.

The tall man spoke: "This classmate, sitting next to Gu Lang, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Su Yun nodded: "Yes."

The tall man's expression tightened: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

"He affects my studying."

The whole class was quiet.

The tall man: "..."

The man wearing glasses coughed: "Besides that? For example, feeling cold, hallucinations, nausea, hearing strange sounds?"

Su Yun thought seriously: "I heard some."

Both of them tensed up simultaneously.

Gu Lang also turned his face.

Su Yun pointed to the front row: "Li Hao just said he died very peacefully."

Li Hao instantly looked up: "Brother Yun! Don't sell me out!"

The Homeroom Teacher looked over coldly: "Li Hao, hand in the doubled homework before evening self-study."

Li Hao slumped on the desk on the spot: "I might as well just die."

The tall man's face twitched.

The style of this class is wrong.

They received orders from Executive Jiang Xu to secretly monitor the Lone Wolf.

Theoretically, after the Lone Wolf releases his sequence aura, the surrounding ordinary students should experience fear, vomiting, and brief loss of consciousness.

But the core reaction of this class is homework.

The man wearing glasses opened the folder: "Classmate Su Yun, right?"

Su Yun looked up.

"According to the files, you were previously involved in the Pseudo-Human Examination Room incident."

The sound in the classroom dropped instantly.

Chu Youwei sat up straight.

Li Hao also stopped playing dead.

That day's event was the nightmare of the whole class.

The man wearing glasses continued: "Can you tell us how you survived back then?"

Su Yun hadn't spoken yet.

Li Hao suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher, I report! Brother Yun, in order to save me at that time, fought wits and bravery with the Strange Tales and almost lost his life!"

Chu Youwei also spoke: "He indeed saved many people."

Several students in the class nodded along.

The atmosphere changed.

The students who were just watching the fun were now all looking at the two strangers.

That look was very clear.

You can investigate, but don't wrong him.

Su Yun was a bit surprised.

This bunch of leeks is quite loyal.

The tall man looked at this scene, his brows furrowed.

The files said that Su Yun is suspected of having abnormal psychological qualities.

But looking at it now, his reputation in the class is outrageously high.

This is not an ordinary survivor.

This is a spiritual anchor after a disaster.

The man wearing glasses changed his way of asking: "Classmate Su Yun, what is your view on Strange Tales?"

Su Yun put down his pen: "I don't view them any way."

"What if a Strange Tales appeared in front of you?"