I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Class monitor, you're such a dog!"

Upon hearing this, a boy by the window suddenly stood up, pointing at the class monitor and couldn't help but curse.

Qin Nuo glanced at him. The student named Tang Xiaolong took a step back, looking at the blood-stained chainsaw with a face full of terror.

They weren't afraid of ordinary chainsaws, but this one was clearly a Ghost Creature, capable of inflicting real harm, truly able to cut them in half, with no way to stitch them back together.@@novelbin@@

Tang Xiaolong stared at Qin Nuo's chainsaw, his expression stern, but his words were defiant: "Teacher, my parents are investors in the school."

"And then?"

Qin Nuo asked calmly.

Seeing that Qin Nuo was unmoved, Tang Xiaolong continued, "If you touch a single hair on my head, my parents will definitely deal with you."

"This is my classroom, and it doesn't matter who you bring up. In class, a teacher teaches not only the knowledge in books but also the principles of being a person."

Tang Xiaolong, spoiled as he was, made a face at Qin Nuo.

The other students, though silent, looked at Qin Nuo with equal defiance.

A few words wouldn't scare them. Their class was unruly because they were united. They would all prank together, and other teachers couldn't single out the troublemakers, nor could they deal with the entire class, so they had to endure it, leading to their reckless behavior over time.

But they didn't know that while this worked on others, it wouldn't work on Qin Nuo.

"Teacher, you should just teach the class."

"If you use violence against us, you might not walk out of this classroom."

"Violence doesn't work on us. You can't possibly kill the whole class, can you?"

A few troublemaking students were becoming ghostly, staring at Qin Nuo with a menacing aura, their words carrying a clear threat.

Qin Nuo paused for a moment and suddenly put away the chainsaw.

The students, seeing this, secretly rejoiced, thinking they had intimidated him.

But soon, they saw Qin Nuo flip his hand, throwing something out. The next second, they heard Tang Xiaolong's piercing scream.

A white nail, about a finger long, was embedded in his forehead!

The nail was clearly imbued with terrifying Ghost Power, emitting thick black smoke, with black arcs of electricity flickering. As it pierced, his forehead cracked like porcelain.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much!!"

Tang Xiaolong fell to the ground, the cracks spreading across his face, tearing it apart, his entire head seemingly on the verge of exploding.

The other students were terrified, instinctively stepping back, staring in shock at Tang Xiaolong writhing in pain on the ground.

Qin Nuo, however, remained unhurried, taking a disposable cup, pouring some water, drinking two sips, then removing his glasses, exhaling hot air onto the lenses, wiping them twice, completely unconcerned about the screaming student. Ｒа₦ÒВĘ𝐒

Seeing that it was about time, Qin Nuo gestured, retrieving the bone nail.

Looking at Tang Xiaolong, who was already collapsed on the ground, barely alive, his face unrecognizable, it was hard to tell if he was scared or angry.

"Using violence to curb violence may not be good, but it serves as a warning, and that's enough," Qin Nuo thought to himself.

"Ding, congratulations to the Player for successfully playing the role, gaining a 5% performance score!"

Hearing the notification, Qin Nuo thought he had guessed correctly.

Liang Zisu didn't treat the kids in Class One kindly at all but used this extreme form of violence instead.

It was just that when he watched the public class, in front of many colleagues and leaders, he naturally had to appear more amiable.

In private classes, it was a completely different face.

This explained why Qin Nuo's performance score kept dropping since he entered the classroom.

Was the teaching method violent?

Yes, but as long as it was effective, it was fine. The main thing was to vent his anger!

Teaching unruly kids to mend their ways with violence was something Qin Nuo was all too familiar with.

Qin Nuo went over, lifted the violently trembling, half-dead Tang Xiaolong, placed him back in his seat, and thoughtfully tidied the dust on him.

With both hands on his shoulders, he said with heartfelt sincerity, "Tang Xiaolong, you mustn't be so naughty in the future. The teacher might have been a bit harsh on you, but it pains the teacher's heart more than it does you."

"This is to teach you a lesson, and I hope you understand the teacher's intentions."

The students behind were speechless, wanting to say something but not daring to speak up.

As Qin Nuo walked back, he suddenly drew out a Mountain-Cleaving Knife when passing by a seat. Before the student beside him could react, the knife flashed coldly, chopping off one of his arms.

Blood splattered onto the seat, dripping down, and the severed arm fell into the pool of blood.

The student screamed, with black smoke pouring from his facial orifices, seemingly a manifestation of pain.

Enduring the pain, he asked in shock and fear, "Teacher, why?"

Qin Nuo replied with a smile, "You were the one who tampered with my thermos, weren't you?"

"Don't be so mischievous in the future, okay? The teacher is really worried about educating you."

Qin Nuo's tone was in stark contrast to his violent actions, friendly and kind, as if he were a teacher who had exhausted himself worrying about his students, earnestly advising the unrepentant troublemakers.

The student looked miserable, picking up his severed arm and pressing it to the stump after Qin Nuo left, only for it to fall to the ground again.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"In my classroom, I don't like to hear other noises," Qin Nuo glanced back at him.

The student reflexively covered his mouth with both hands, immediately silencing himself.

At this moment, the other students finally looked at Qin Nuo with a different gaze.

It wasn't that Qin Nuo's performance was off, but that today's Liang Zisu was even more terrifying and ruthless than usual.

As long as the direction was right, the performance score wouldn't drop, so finding the right direction was crucial for playing the role.

"Did the teacher have a fever that fried his brain?" some students whispered.

"Now, I'll invite a few students to come up and solve problems. Those who answer correctly will get candy, and those who answer incorrectly will receive a small punishment."

Qin Nuo said expressionlessly. Since it was the evil side, it was much easier for him. Following Yan's methods wouldn't intimidate this group of unruly kids?

About ten minutes later, the bell rang through the teaching building, and Qin Nuo stood at the podium, closing the book.

There were a few bloodstains on his glasses, and with his gentle smile, it gave him a strangely morbid charm.

"Today's lesson ends here. I hope everyone completes the assigned homework and review content. I'll randomly ask questions in the next class."

After speaking, he paused, his gaze falling on the gift boxes, "Take back these gift boxes expressing your care for the teacher. It's the thought that counts, and I'm already very touched."

With that, Qin Nuo walked out of the door, and the students in the classroom felt a sense of relief.

On the bloodstained podium, even these extremely unruly kids felt a sense of horror, filled with a sense of crisis for the next class.

Then, they swarmed onto the podium, taking down all the prank gift boxes.

Tang Xiaolong, regaining some consciousness, touched his cracked forehead and couldn't help but cry out, "I'm going to tell my parents that Liang bullied me!"