It took Mono a good while before his heartbeat finally calmed down.
He glanced at Sixth Master and found that her expression hadn't changed in the slightest.
Little Six looked up, saw Mono observing her, and touched her cheek.
Seeing this, Mono felt secretly ashamed.
Sixth Master is indeed Sixth Master; with this calm demeanor, no wonder she could survive until the end in this perverted and twisted world.
"Let's go."
Mono crawled out of the cabinet.
Little Six also slowly walked out.
Mono walked forward, picked up the key that had just fallen from the rack, and hung it around his chest.
The key was still a bit heavy to pick up, but fortunately, it was much lighter than the hammer.
"Mono, over here..."
After hanging the key, Mono turned around and saw Sixth Master standing by the wall.
She pointed to the corner of the wall, where an opening was located.
Mono looked up at the door.
The door was already closed.
Moreover, the old doorway led straight to the classroom; opening it without alerting the Long-necked Monster Teacher would be difficult.
Mono had no choice but to walk over.
"Let's go..."
With that, he was the first to bend down and slowly crawl out through the opening.
He was already well-acquainted with this.
Little Six silently followed behind him.
Passing through the opening, the two returned to the classroom from the partition.
"Tap, tap, tap~"
The familiar sound came again.
The teacher had already returned to the podium and was tapping a piece of chalk.
Having such a dedicated teacher was truly a blessing for the students.
Mono and Sam were currently hiding under a Table in the corner of the classroom.
To safely return to the classroom door, he had to wait for the monster teacher on the podium to leave.
Mono waited patiently.
The previous incident with the hunter had taught him the value of waiting.
In his boredom, he began to idly survey his surroundings once more.
The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
These Ceramic Figurines, which were usually so "active," now appeared exceptionally well-behaved.
Each one was just as he had seen when he first entered; none dared to move carelessly in the presence of the monster teacher.
It was hard to believe these Ceramic Figurines were the same type as the ferocious Ceramic People who had been hunting them just moments ago.
Mono shifted his gaze to the podium.
The Female Teacher was still tapping her chalk up there.
What she was drawing with the chalk were a series of crooked, twisted lines.
Like a child's scribble.
The teacher hadn't finished her drawing yet.
Judging by the outline, it seemed to resemble an eye.
Mono was utterly perplexed.
She's been tapping away up there for so long, and this is all she draws?
What is this teacher even drawing?
Teaching the students to watch her draw these ghostly scribbles?
What a terrible way to educate.
No wonder these Ceramic Figurines are usually so wild; it must be because of her silent teaching methods and poor educational skills.
No wonder the Ceramic Figurine at the very back had extracurricular reading material hidden on its desk.
Just as he was thinking this,
"Aaaah~"
The teacher, who had been slowly pacing back and forth between the desks, suddenly let out a piercing shriek.
Mono was startled, goosebumps rising on his skin.
The teacher's scream was truly awful.
But?
What happened?
Mono quickly looked up.
He saw the teacher step down from the podium and slowly lean her head towards the last desk.
It was a "classmate" sitting in the very last row.
Precisely the Ceramic Figurine that had secretly placed extracurricular books on its desk.
A moment later, her body followed her head to stand before the desk.
She seemed to have been provoked by something.
The ruler in her hand suddenly rose high.
"Thud~"
A black shadow flashed as the one-meter-long ruler slammed directly onto the desktop.
A shockwave erupted from the impact between the ruler and the desk.
"Crack~"
The Table immediately split with several fissures.
What the...?
Witnessing the teacher's angry display, Mono felt speechless.
She's a poor teacher herself, yet she blames the student for self-studying?
At this moment, Mono actually felt sympathy for these Ceramic Figurines.
Being stuck with such a deranged teacher, their luck had truly run out.
"Hey, let's go..."
Seeing the teacher reprimanding the Ceramic Figurine, Mono didn't miss this rare opportunity.
He quickly grabbed Sixth Master's small hand and began moving cautiously toward the podium.
The other Ceramic Figurines were also intimidated by the monster teacher's display of anger, trembling incessantly in their seats.
No one noticed the two extra mice in the classroom.
Mono led Sixth Master onto the podium.
A large wooden Table was placed on it.
They stopped.
The Table blocked the line of sight of the monster teacher, who was still moving about below.
After disciplining the Ceramic Figurine, the Long-Necked Monster Teacher began slowly pacing between the desks once more.
From time to time, she would stretch her neck.
Seeing this, Mono fell silent again.
This teacher is definitely not right in the head.
Not speaking during class is one thing, drawing ghostly scribbles is another, but what's with all this stretching and swaying of the neck?
Trying to show off how "excellent" she is?
It seemed this teacher was usually a very proud monster, given how she always held her head so haughtily.
Soon, the monster teacher paced her way to the other side of the classroom.
Mono, holding Sixth Master's hand, crouched low and stealthily slipped out again.
All the Ceramic Figurines were now intimidated by the teacher, not daring to glance sideways.
No one noticed them.
Mono used the shadows in the corners under the lights to conceal their figures.
Finally, after some tension, they made it back to the door.
Only after pulling Sixth Master away from the classroom did Mono let out a sigh of relief.
The teacher's stern demeanor was unexpectedly intimidating.
Good thing she wasn't *his* teacher.
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