Chapter 55: Teacher Chen’s Diary

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“The class monitor wants to obtain Teacher Chen’s spiritual energy?”
Huan Xiao summarized the freckled ghost’s intention.
So, the freckled ghost had not revealed any safe spots for the ghost final exam… it wanted to monopolize Teacher Chen’s spiritual energy.
The freckled ghost sneered proudly:
“Of course, but you won’t get it. Stay here obediently for a whole day, and tomorrow you’ll be out of our school.”
“Have you tried many times before? Since you didn’t find it earlier, why do you think you’ll find it this time?”
Huan Xiao asked mockingly.
Upon hearing this, the freckled ghost flew into a rage and said:
“None of your business. You were just lucky to find this place. Do you really think that after only three days here you can outpace me to get it? Wishful thinking!”
“I never planned to find it,”
Huan Xiao said with a smile.
Realizing Huan Xiao posed no threat, the freckled ghost calmed down instantly and said:
“…Then don’t get in my way.”
With that, it floated around the rooftop, seemingly convinced that Teacher Chen’s head was here.
However, after searching for three whole hours, the freckled ghost found nothing.
“Impossible… it must be here, there’s no mistake. Where could the problem be…”
The freckled ghost muttered to itself among piles of plastic scraps.
The rooftop was filled with trash—discarded textbooks, notebooks, homework books, plastic bags, paper bags, gift boxes—piled up like a mountain.
Looking for a head among all this stuff was neither simply easy nor impossibly difficult.
Huan Xiao sat on the ground and asked the freckled ghost:

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“Class monitor, is it possible that Teacher Chen’s head isn’t here?”
Once again denied by Huan Xiao, the freckled ghost’s spiritual energy flared fiercely as if wanting to tear Huan Xiao apart. It shouted:
“Impossible! This is exactly where that old man hid his head. He jumped to his death right here!”
“So Teacher Chen died here… but you didn’t find it.”
At that moment, Huan Xiao admitted she felt a bit gleeful.
There was no helping it—since the freckled ghost was hostile to her, she naturally harbored no goodwill toward it.
“…Did you hide it? You got here first, it has to be you!” The freckled ghost glared darkly at Huan Xiao.
Huan Xiao shook her head, her eyes shifting between the freckled ghost and the sea of fire, a strange glint flickering in her gaze.
This ghost was so annoying—should she throw it into the fire and race it with Teacher Chen?
Without hesitation, Huan Xiao used her spiritual energy to push the freckled ghost toward the edge of the rooftop.
“What are you doing?!”
The freckled ghost panicked, never expecting Huan Xiao to resort to violence so suddenly. Its burn-scarred face twisted in terror.
Huan Xiao said matter-of-factly:
“You’re too noisy. Go down and cool off.”
With that, she shoved the freckled ghost off the edge.
The freckled ghost caught sight of the headless corpse that had appeared downstairs without warning, its expression turning to one of horror as it pleaded with Huan Xiao:
“No, I won’t go down!”
But it was too late.
The freckled ghost was completely pushed off the rooftop by Huan Xiao, forced to play a game of tag with Teacher Chen.
Normally, ghosts can float, but since the exam began, ghosts couldn’t rise high anymore. Huan Xiao guessed this was related to Teacher Chen.

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With the obstructing clutter gone, Huan Xiao eagerly leaned on the rooftop railing and watched for a while as the freckled ghost panicked while being chased by Teacher Chen. Then she began wandering around the rooftop, observing.
There was a gap in the railing, as if broken by a heavy object. The broken metal was jagged, and a piece of charred clothing fabric was caught there.
This was likely the spot where Teacher Chen fell to his death.
Elsewhere, the rooftop was dominated by a vast array of books and notebooks, occupying two-thirds of the space.
“This makes no sense, it’s completely unreasonable. Why would so many books be on the rooftop? Students wouldn’t throw unwanted books so high up, would they? And none of these books show signs of burning—very unusual.”
Huan Xiao propped her chin on her hand, taking in everything on the rooftop.
Suddenly, a pure black notebook caught her attention.
Curious, she picked it up and opened it, finding it was a diary.
[Today, I was transferred to teach in the high school department, and my salary increased by half. Wanying was happy for me and prepared a table of my favorite dishes. Also today, I learned that Wanying is pregnant. I am very happy—I’m going to be a father! I wonder if Wanying will have a son or a daughter, and if the child will be like me or like her.]
This was… Teacher Chen’s diary?
[I was assigned to teach Class 2-4. I heard Class 2-4 is a notorious problem class. All teachers and students regard them cautiously, advising me to avoid them if possible. That’s exaggerated—how scary can students be?]
Huan Xiao had heard from others that six years ago, Class 2-4 at Ende Middle School was composed of the wealthiest and most influential students.
[The students in Class 2-4 are arrogant. Their gaze upon me isn’t like that toward a teacher but more like toward a servant. No one takes my words seriously. They are indeed hard to teach, but I will do my best. There are no students who cannot be taught—only teachers who do not know how!]
[Class monitor Quan Li is a smart student. He can skillfully apply all the knowledge after just one lesson—a natural genius! Though he always looks down on others, he’s not as difficult as people say... He seems to be dating Zhang Rui from the class. I plan to talk to him tomorrow; students should focus on studying and not waste their talents.]
Quan Li must be the freckled ghost. Unexpectedly, he was a genius in life.
Recalling the freckled ghost’s not-so-bright behavior earlier, Huan Xiao was convinced that intelligence diminishes after death.