pjbooks Chapter 41 Major Teaching Accident, Grade 15? A Thief?
Chapter 41 Major Teaching Accident, Grade 15? A Thief?
"Bang."
A dull thud as it landed.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the figure lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, their minds completely blank.
A full three seconds passed.
Suddenly, a terrifying light burst forth from Fatty Wang's unfocused eyes.
He pointed at the figure as if he had seen a ghost, squeezing out broken and shrill sounds from his throat.
"Fan...Fanzi?"
"It's Fanzi! He's not dead! He's not dead!!!"
The roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in the deathly silent crowd and instantly shattering everyone's understanding!
Chen Yifan?
Chen Yifan, who was sentenced by Li Wei and smashed into mincemeat by a level 10 elite monster?
He's still alive?!
How is that possible!
Everyone's gaze was twisted in disbelief, fixed on the fallen figure.
Including Li Wei.
The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving it even more pale than the white powder on a dead person's face.
A bone-chilling cold exploded from the soles of his feet, rushing wildly up his spine to the top of his head!
How...how could he still be alive?!
[Teleportation initiated.]
Just then, the teleportation array shone brightly, engulfing everyone.
……
The dizzying sensation disappeared.
Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, playground.
The blinding sunlight poured down.
The surviving students felt no warmth whatsoever; instead, they felt as if they had been thrown naked into an ice cave.
The atmosphere on the playground was a million times more oppressive than in the dungeon.
The head of teaching stood in the center of the field with his hands behind his back and his face ashen, trying his best to maintain the composure that a leader should have.
Just then, a young female teacher in charge of counting the number of students ran over, her face pale.
The electronic recording tablet in my hand made a soft "click-click" sound due to the violent shaking.
"Director...Director..." her voice trembled with tears, "The final headcount...is complete..."
The head of the teaching department took a deep breath and snatched the record board.
His gaze fell directly on the bottom row of blood-red statistics.
Total number of participants in the assessment: 458
[Number of people who successfully returned: 241]
[Number of missing/confirmed dead: 217]
Two hundred and seventeen people!
The moment the number came into view, the head of the teaching department felt like his world had collapsed.
His grim face, which he had been forcibly maintaining a stern expression, lost all color in an instant.
The recorder in my hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and the screen shattered.
Nearly half of the students were trapped inside forever!
This is not a simple accident; it is a major teaching incident of the highest level.
It was the end of his career, and the nightmare of the rest of his life!
He's finished!
"Quickly! Stretchers! Medical team!"
Just as the dean of students was about to be completely overwhelmed by this number, a commotion broke out in the crowd.
He looked up abruptly and saw the blood-covered figure being carried out by several teachers.
Chen Yifan!
That F-class thief!
The person who should have died first.
He's still alive!
At this moment, Chen Yifan's appearance was like a strange lightning bolt, splitting open the dean's mind, which was filled with despair and fear!
Why?!
Why are students with D-level, C-level, and even A-level professions all dead?
But he survived!
This most illogical survivor, like the only red light shining in the pitch-black depths of the sea, became his escape route from the abyss...
The only clue!
"Quick! Get him to the medical room! Get the best therapists here immediately!"
The head of the teaching department's voice finally lost control at this moment, becoming hoarse and shrill.
He rushed over like a madman, pushing through the crowd.
That look in his eyes was less about caring for a student and more about showing concern for him.
Rather than saying he was guarding a unique piece of evidence that could determine his life or death!
"Fanzi! Fanzi, wake up!"
At this moment, Wang Pangzi ignored the obstruction, rushed to the stretcher, grabbed Chen Yifan's hand, and cried like a 300-pound child.
Lin Xiaoyu was also beside her, sobbing softly, her eyes swollen like two walnuts.
Su Qingxue did not step forward, but simply stood still.
The wiry hand, which had been gripping the staff tightly with white knuckles, loosened silently.
On the other side, Li Wei's face was extremely grim.
He stared intently at the "unconscious" figure on the stretcher, his eyes filled not only with resentment and horror, but also with a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
He's not dead?
How could he not be dead?
Why shouldn't he die!
No, we absolutely cannot let him live to tell the truth.
The image of Li Biao's incredulous gaze before his death flashed through Li Wei's mind, and he shuddered.
Just then, a figure walked through the chaotic crowd and reached the stretcher.
It's the principal.
The moment Li Wei saw the principal, his pupils contracted sharply.
He knew that things were completely out of control.
We have to go!
You must contact your family before you are controlled.
The next second, taking advantage of everyone's attention being on the principal, Li Wei retreated into the crowd at top speed and disappeared.
The principal acted as if he hadn't heard of Li Wei's departure.
He ignored everyone.
He simply asked the female teacher who was performing a healing spell in a completely emotionless tone:
"Condition."
"Principal, they're all superficial wounds, but there's been excessive blood loss, plus..."
The green light in the female teacher's hand suddenly stopped, as if she had been struck by an electric current.
An expression of utter astonishment appeared on her delicate face.
"What's wrong?"
The principal pressed for an answer, his voice remaining eerily calm.
"strangeness……"
The female teacher frowned, and her voice even changed slightly.
She even withdrew the healing spell and repeatedly probed with her mental power, fearing that her perception might be wrong.
"Chen Yifan's psionic energy... his life magnetic field... something's not right, this strength... let me double-check!"
The female teacher closed her eyes, concentrating intensely. A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face filled with horror!
"His psionic fluctuations and life magnetic field strength... clearly indicate that he is now... Lv.15!"
Lv.15?!
These three words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded on the deathly silent playground!
The entire venue erupted instantly!
"What the hell did I just hear? Level 15?! That double-F war god has reached level 15?!"
"What a joke! I, a C-rank warrior, fought tooth and nail to reach level 6, how could he, a mere F-rank thief, possibly do that?!"
"Wasn't he buried in the rubble? Could it be... that experience points automatically increase in rubble?"
"This is unscientific! This is a miracle!"
Everyone's worldview was shattered at that moment.
Even Fatty Wang stopped crying, his mouth agape, looking completely bewildered.
Fanzi... is he level 15 already?
But didn't he die at level 1 while trying to save us?
However, amidst the uproar, only the principal remained calm.
He remained silent for a full ten seconds.
Those ten seconds felt like an eternity.
He finally spoke again.
His voice carried an undeniable decisiveness.
He issued a series of short and clear instructions to the dean of students who had already lost his mind.
"Immediately activate the highest level of emergency response plan."
"Send him to isolation ward number 01 on the top floor of the medical department, physically sealed off, and signal blocked."
"All personnel who come into contact with me must have my written authorization."
"24-hour vital signs monitoring; all data is encrypted and transmitted directly to my office."
"All teachers and students present are prohibited from leaving. Remain where you are and await questioning by the enforcement team!"
He paused.
The last gaze fell on the boy on the stretcher with his eyes closed.
He added the last sentence in an extremely solemn tone.
"Notify me as soon as he wakes up."