Chapter 13: The Most Ferocious Female Serial Killer in History

  The politics teacher's mouth opened, and a stale breath that only the dead could emit suddenly wafted over. Ye Haodong recalled a sentence from a certain book where the protagonist was still a mischievous youth: "Those teachers look like they just crawled out of their coffins, how boring, so I skipped class."

  Such a class is indeed boring to the extreme. Ye Haodong, who has always maintained a strong curiosity and desire for knowledge towards the outside world, cannot support him from dozing off in class. Looking back at those few people, each with their own sleeping posture, they have been asleep for a long time. They are treating learning time as nap time. Looking again at the teacher in front of the blackboard, this guy is simply reading aloud from his notes, looking at his attitude, he intends to finish speaking nonsense and dismiss class.

  Ye Hao* suddenly raised his hand, and the middle-aged teacher didn't notice at first, but finally saw it and couldn't help but feel shocked. He had come here as a volunteer in order to get a permanent position, and in the blink of an eye, nearly three years had passed. In those three whole years, in this high-grade class he taught, he had never seen a student raise their hand to ask questions during class, nor had he even seen a student who didn't sleep during class.

  "Teacher, they're sleeping, why don't you care?"

  The middle-aged teacher seemed to hear the most unbelievable cold joke: "Don't you know the nickname of this class? Or are you asking knowingly?"

  Ye Haodong: "What nickname? I really don't know."

  The middle-aged teacher sneered: "Don't manage classroom discipline, don't manage academic performance, and sleeping in class is even more not to be managed. This is the 'Three Don't Manage' class, didn't you hear about it when you came?"

  Ye Haodong suddenly looked enlightened, remained silent for a while, and then said: "Teacher, I see that you have a copy of Water Margin under your textbook. Can I borrow it to take a look?"

  The middle-aged teacher's face suddenly turned bright red and quickly spread to his neck.

  He doesn't care if students sleep in class or even allows them to skip school, of course, he also knows these kids don't have the guts.

  But Ye Haodong's words indeed stimulated him. Not only because Ye Haodong's behavior was equivalent to denying the class he taught, but also that sentence represented a hidden meaning: you are not even qualified to be my teacher, and it would be better for me to watch TV than listen to your nonsense here. This is a student who wants to attend classes, but feels extremely disappointed due to his own performance. Precisely because Ye Haodong was different from those few students, his words made the middle-aged teacher feel particularly stimulated.

  You think you're something special, don't you? You think you can challenge the teacher's authority? You think you're above the teacher? Well, let me teach you a lesson today. No matter who you're relying on to get into this class, you should just stick to your place and either sleep or cause trouble like everyone else. And yet, you actually dare to try to study? I'll see what qualifications you have to be studying.

  "You've never heard the saying 'don't read Romance of the Three Kingdoms as an old man, and don't read Water Margin as a young man'? You kids are always thinking about fighting and romance all day long. Reading books like this without understanding the underlying principles is just going to lead you down the wrong path." The middle-aged teacher's tone was clearly disdainful. "You little brat only knows how to read about fighting, can you even understand the underlying principles of this book?"

  Ye Haodong: "So, Teacher, you can understand Water Margin?"

  The middle-aged teacher was unflappable: "I completely understand but dare not say it out loud, at least I'm not just here to watch Wu Song fight the tiger and cause a big commotion in Jiangzhou."

  Ye Haodong: "Teacher, what do you think of Mu Ye Niang and Zhang Qing from the vegetable garden?"

  The middle-aged teacher was taken aback, and then said smoothly: "Mu Ye's Mengzhou Road sells human flesh, Wu Du's Head Ten Character Slope meets Zhang Qing. This couple is quite righteous and has a good relationship with Wu Er Lang. They are naturally good people who would sacrifice themselves for their friends. Later, they joined the Liangshan Righteous Army and fought against the imperial court together with other heroes. Their active performance in the struggle against the oppressed class is commendable. Sun Er Niang even sacrificed herself in the battle of Zheng Fang's rebellion. In this book, they should be positive characters."

  Ye Haodong: "According to news reports, in a certain place in the northwest after the founding of New China, there was a 'black shop' not far from the police station. The shop owner and his wife murdered more than 30 travelers who carried money, used human flesh to make dishes and buns, and stored the skeletons in the cellar behind the shop. I also read a book called 'Old Stories of America', which mentioned that during the early development of Texas, there was a family who did similar business as Sun Erniang and her husband. In the end, they were sent to the gallows! It can be seen that whether it is ancient or modern, China or foreign countries, the behavior of Sun Erniang and her husband is intolerable in normal human society. Can you say that such a cruel and evil criminal is positive? Is he an object of unity and praise? Is this an active manifestation of the struggle of the oppressed class? Teacher, your understanding of 'Water Margin' is at this level?"

  The middle-aged teacher's face, which had turned red, was now a deep purple. Ye Haodong's words were sharp and even overturned his previous views on Water Margin, which he had formed by combining it with current politics. He had previously considered the idea that those who dared to kill people were heroes and those who advocated for righteousness were good men to be too extreme. However, he had never thought of denying the rebellious behavior of the Liangshan heroes. If he followed Ye Haodong's line of thinking, then not only Sun Erniang and her husband would not be considered heroes or good men. This made him think that in today's society, with its stable politics and rapid economic growth, what people needed was a stable social environment. If he could re-examine Water Margin from this angle and write some articles with this perspective, it was possible that they could be published in newspapers or magazines. If he was lucky, they might even be published in mainstream media. If he succeeded, becoming a formal teacher would be just around the corner, and he wouldn't have to come to this place every day to teach such students.

  At some point, the other four members in the classroom had woken up. They were all staring at Ye Haodong. Song Chao's gaze flickered with a hint of admiration. Chen Hong had already revealed his surprise and admiration, Zhang Shaowei was disdainful but also showed a hint of astonishment, while Yang Junhu looked puzzled, unable to understand what was going on.

  In the hearts of these four people, Ye Haodong had long been categorized as one of them, but they never expected that Ye Haodong would have such a move, and with just a few words, he actually made the teacher who looked down on him from the bone speak nonsense.

  The middle-aged teacher stopped arguing with Ye Haodong, he just quietly put the Water Margin on Ye Haodong's desk. Then walked to his own resting seat, took out a pen and scribbled down the insights from earlier on paper.

  The classroom fell silent once again, but several people's hearts could no longer be calmed.

  Ye Haodong is not as simple as he seems, is he really not one of us? Unconsciously, these people have already put Ye Haodong in the ranks of those excellent students that every class has when they were in school. At that time, their youthful hearts were pure and simple, and they had some jealousy towards those children who excelled in their studies and received praise from teachers and parents, but at least they maintained a certain degree of respect, and rarely showed off their strength on such students.