The Last Gentleman-Chapter 185: Teacher Fang

“Fuck! 11 points!” Yi Chen cursed vehemently.

Moon Scar felt the sudden environmental shift brought about by the dice points, adjusted the cloth covering his eyes, and stretched his body.

“Finally, some pressure. That’s what makes it interesting.”

Just as the two took a step forward,

a postman wearing a top hat suddenly walked sideways across the road ahead, leaning on his cane and glancing at the two in the corridor.

“This course is quite challenging. It’s necessary to remind you that if you die here, your journey will immediately end. Moreover, the side effects of death will reflect on your original bodies, so try not to die.”

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After these words, the postman disappeared at the crossroad, his aura dissipating with him.

Moon Scar was too eager, “William, hurry and lead the way. The show is about to start.”

“Yes.”

The two bypassed the final crossroad and arrived at the ultimate passage leading to the Art Hall, where a sinister undercurrent filled the air, even forming plastic model limbs and skulls.

They wouldn’t block the students,

instead, they might offer a helping hand or even a kick to the back. Even the eyeballs hanging between the skulls continuously signaled, urging the students to quickly head towards the Art Hall.

Stepping through the passage, a miasma-filled Art Hall unfolded before their eyes.

At the top of the Art Hall, numerous model heads were suspended by hooks, with eyesockets burning green candles, and even the sound of flesh charring could be heard,

the miasma in the Art Hall and the outer corridor emanated weirdly from between these plastic model heads.

The surrounding walls were covered with large mirrors, resembling a large dance studio.

The concentrated orphans, when looking at themselves through the mirror reflection, shockingly noticed their own faces, arms, and legs growing plastic structures like those of models.

Startled, they hurriedly touched their bodies only to find everything normal. It was merely an illusion caused by the miasma.

Many orphans took out the filter masks they had prepared beforehand, bought from the convenience store.

Yi Chen quickly crafted a plant mask at the first opportunity, filtering the oddly-smelling miasma, and handed one to Moon Scar as well.

The latter accepted it gratefully, even mimicking a gentleman’s pose to thank Yi Chen.

When the plant mask was placed on Moon Scar’s face, it immediately turned a silvery color, and a silver light in the shape of Moon Scar appeared on the upper right corner, further enhancing the effect. R̃áＮƟ฿Ɛş

The students gathered in the hall waited a full five minutes but saw no teacher coming for the class. They inevitably started to discuss among themselves, and their previously tense minds relaxed somewhat.

However,

just in the instant when their concentration dropped… Snap!

The smooth floor beneath everyone’s feet was instantly removed, and all the students began to fall vertically.

Because the miasma was too dense, it was impossible to see the specifics below, to ascertain the depth of the fall, or whether the ground below was smooth.

Buzz!

A limbless, soft-skinned, slightly smaller young grape immediately appeared on Yi Chen’s shoulder, just a tennis ball-sized black lump of flesh.

Vision amplification.

Yi Chen immediately spotted an iron chain hidden in the miasma, or rather, temporarily condensed by the miasma, connected to the top.

The tender vine roots in his hand immediately shot out! Even though the plants’ quantity, tenacity, and hardness had decreased, they still managed to barely pull eight-year-old Yi Chen along.

Clang!

He grabbed the iron chain and stopped falling.

Just as Yi Chen was about to warn Lorrian,

the latter’s innate ‘Moon Eyes’ also saw through the miasma. Using the surrounding orphans as human stepping stones, Lorrian easily grabbed another dangling iron chain.

Similarly,

among the group of orphans, there were also strong ones who reacted quickly and grabbed the nearest iron chain. Some even opened a gliding membrane under their armpits, gliding for a distance in the air before securely grabbing a far-off iron chain.

However, there were a very few who couldn’t react in time or were plotted against by others and failed to grab an iron chain.

Vertical fall.

Ah~ Piercing screams arose from below, with an estimated depth of about fifty meters.

After the miasma slowly dissipated, the situation below became fully visible.

Spikes of ten meters in length filled the bottom;, there was absolutely no space to dodge. Falling would almost certainly result in death… Besides the students impaled on the spikes, there were also various decaying skeletons of young individuals hanging on them.

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About five minutes after everyone hung onto the iron chains,

at the top of the Art Hall, where the miasma produced by the burning model’s head reassembled at the bottom, it perfectly covered the spiked area, forming a new floor structure.

The horizontal level of the Art Hall had dropped by about fifty meters.

Everyone still clung to the iron chains, no one letting go to fall.

At that moment,

the miasma gathered at the edge of the hall, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, a tall woman in a trailing red dress emerged from it.

The design of the deep-V neckline combined with a model-like stride further accentuated her figure.

Her impeccable facial features pushed her closer to perfection,

but… she had no hair.

Not just bald, but also devoid of eyebrows and eyelashes, such a hairless face though cleaner and more perfect, did not meet the aesthetic standards of regular humans.

Even Moon Scar squinted his eyes, muttering, “What an ugly creature.”

In addition, upon closer observation, one could also notice some details about this female teacher,

the red dress wasn’t worn on her body, but was fixed directly into her skin with hooks on her shoulders and back,

the high heels beneath her feet were more aptly termed “heel”, as there was only a thin metal root inserted between the soles of her feet, without an actual shoe component.

Her ten fingers were also sewn with numerous white lines, their purpose unknown.

Moving to the center.

She looked up at the students above and began her introduction:

“Tonight’s talent class is my responsibility, everyone can just call me Teacher Fang. It might take a long time, so prepare yourselves mentally.”

Teacher Fang’s surname and appearance pulled Yi Chen’s thoughts back to his life before.

In the orphanage where he once lived, there was also a Teacher Fang responsible for teaching dance and piano;, she was among the highest rated art teachers in the orphanage, only accessible to students with excellent ratings.

Due to alopecia, Teacher Fang naturally lacked hair, eyebrows, and other bodily hair.

At first glance, everyone was a bit scared, but after getting to know her, they would feel her inner kindness.

Teacher Fang never punished students, and although top students rarely made mistakes, there were times when unavoidable errors occurred; each time, they would receive her forgiveness without being reported to the orphanage.

As a top student, Yi Chen was naturally one of her favorites… but as they spent more time together, with her personally guiding Yi Chen in dance and piano, things started to get strange.

Every night on the way back from the art classroom, Yi Chen always felt like someone was following him,

and turning around, he would find Teacher Fang standing in the darkness, wearing just a strapped white dress, smiling and waving at him.

Even if Yi Chen waved back, Teacher Fang wouldn’t leave but would follow him until he reached his room.

With each art class, they would be forced physically closer, and the distance following him would also get progressively closer.

Until one day, feeling something was not right, Yi Chen reluctantly approached the last person he wanted to face, Director Cao, and told him he was being stalked by Teacher Fang.

The very next day, Yi Chen’s art class was changed; the protective Director Cao had even spoken privately with Teacher Fang.

After that, he no longer had to partake in physically close dance lessons, but instead, he started learning painting from a male teacher.

However, every night as Yi Chen walked back from the painting studio, he still felt someone behind him…

Though there was no one there when he looked back, he could always feel as if a bald woman was hiding behind the corner wall, even covering her mouth and snickering.

Such a ‘being trailed’ sensation was constantly present,

even on the night when Yi Chen planned his escape, he still felt watched from behind, yet the presence always maintained a distance.

At the moment.

Yi Chen, hanging from the iron chains, once again met eyes with the ‘plus version’ of Teacher Fang,

looking at her splitting grin, the uncomfortable, eerie feeling returned once again…