Capítulo 10: Chapter 9 Black Pupil, White Pupil
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In his past life, Yan Junze did not like staring at people, considering it rather impolite, even when looking at the teacher during class.
But now, he found himself really enjoying the USA language courses. Teacher Zhang Tiantian was under 1.6 meters tall, petite, with a head full of wavy curls, and looked as sweet as her name suggested.
Most importantly, she had a very pleasant voice. Yan Junze became somewhat obsessed with that sweet voice.
That morning, there were two consecutive USA language classes taught by Zhang Tiantian. Almost all the students in the class were focused, which goes to show that a teacher's appearance does indeed play a role in stimulating the desire to learn.
Zhou Dali had already pulled back his Popeye arms and hadn't absorbed much of the lesson, his gaze frequently sweeping back and forth between Zhang Tiantian and his classmate Bao Jie.
Yan Junze understood his dilemma; from the first day of this reborn world's classes, he knew the guy had a crush on Bao Jie. But now, because it was Zhang Tiantian's class, Zhou Dali also wanted to steal a few extra glances at her, a typical teenage boy syndrome.
However, it seemed Bao Jie didn't like the muscular dumbbell type, nor did she like the weak and skinny type like Yan Junze. Instead, she preferred sun-kissed, athletic guys, like Zhou Jiajie, sitting in the third row.
Since the class had started, Ke'er was no longer as well-behaved as she had been the night before, moving every few minutes. Although she was nearly weightless, Yan Junze could distinctly feel her constant fidgeting.
After the first class, Yan Junze went to the men's restroom downstairs.
Zhou Dali followed him excitedly, muttering under his breath as they walked, "What's so great about that Zhou Jiajie? Just a pretty boy. If it wasn't for the fear of his dad, who is the deputy director of the Shuntian City Municipal Office, I would have found an opportunity to punch him a long time ago."
"You're quite the honest person," Yan Junze laughed.
Zhou Dali also chuckled along but became frozen when he glanced at the wide mirror on the bathroom wall and stared at it silently.
Yan Junze was startled and quickly looked behind himself through the mirror.
Ke'er was lying obediently on his back. Although she wasn't moving, he could clearly see the red-clothed little girl.
Yan Junze turned to look at Zhou Dali again; the guy was still staring into the mirror, not only unblinking but even stepped forward to take a closer look.
"You..." Yan Junze's heart pounded, unsure whether Zhou Dali could see Ke'er through the mirror just like he could.
"I..." Zhou Dali stared at the mirror, leaning in close after a long while and said, "There's... another pimple popped up?"
"Go to your grandma!" Yan Junze couldn't help but curse, feeling like his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
Zhou Dali seemed oblivious, trying to squeeze the newly discovered pimple and occasionally rubbing the few strands of beard that had just appeared on his chin.
Yan Junze was a bit concerned but took the opportunity, as other classmates entered the restroom, to stand in front of the mirror and observe the comings and goings.
Nobody noticed anything unusual about his back.
It seemed he had been overthinking it.
Back in the classroom, for the second USA language class, Yan Junze was still very focused.
But shortly after sitting down, Ke'er started squirming again, which gave Yan Junze the impression that she did not like to listen to the lesson, as she hadn't moved once during the ten minutes break.
It appeared he had to figure out a way to deal with it, as this was beginning to affect his life.
While Yan Junze pondered, his gaze was fixed on Zhang Tiantian, who was teaching at the podium in her black striped teacher's outfit.
Zhang Tiantian was explaining the structure of a USA language sentence pattern very seriously, her sweet voice and those clear eyes capturing most of the students' attention.
"This sentence pattern is important and will definitely appear in the college entrance exam, so please take careful notes on what I just said," she prompted, and most of the students, including Zhou Dali, began to jot down notes.
Yan Junze, engrossed in thoughts concerning Ke'er, did not take notes and was staring at Zhang Tiantian, his mind racing.
However, Zhang Tiantian suddenly grew still, her action of pointing at the blackboard froze, and she looked beneath the podium with a fixed gaze.
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At that moment, Yan Junze clearly saw that the clear black pupils in Zhang Tiantian's eyes had disappeared, replaced by entirely white pupils that filled her eye sockets.
These white pupils made Zhang Tiantian's whole person undergo a drastic change in demeanor, the sweet and cute feeling vanished, replaced by a chilling eeriness that surged suddenly.
This process lasted only about three seconds; the white pupils quickly flipped over, revealing the black pupils once more.
At this time, Zhang Tiantian, who had previously been pointing at the blackboard, started moving again, lowered her hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Did everyone get that? Does anyone need me to go over it again?"
"Teacher..." Sitting in the third row, Zhou Jiajie suddenly raised his hand, "You just now... What was... What was..."
Clearly, it wasn't only Yan Junze who had noticed something odd about Zhang Tiantian; Zhou Jiajie, who was sitting closer, seemed to have seen it even more clearly.
"What's up?" Zhang Tiantian asked, looking surprised. She seemed to have no awareness of her abnormal behavior just moments before.
"It's... It's nothing." Zhou Jiajie's face showed terror as he shook his head.
The class continued.
Yan Junze didn't say anything, but he was certain that something had happened to Zhang Tiantian.
During the moment her white pupils appeared, Ke'er on Yan Junze's back squirmed even more frequently; now he was starting to understand the reason for Ke'er's restlessness.
Looking at Zhou Jiajie, it was apparent that he was completely distracted, unable to conceal his terror.
The other students didn't notice anything, and Zhang Tiantian herself continued teaching very normally, with no other strange behaviors.
About five or six minutes later, Zhou Jiajie raised his hand again.
Zhang Tiantian stopped lecturing and turned her head to look at him.
"Teacher, I suddenly have a horrible stomach ache, please... may I be excused?" Zhou Jiajie seemed to be in so much pain that his face was contorted, and he got to his feet as he spoke.
"Hmm," Zhang Tiantian nodded, "Did you eat something wrong? Tian Hao, go with him to the infirmary and have a look."
Tian Hao, who shared a desk with Zhou Jiajie, also stood up, ready to help him.
Zhou Jiajie waved him off: "No need, I can go by myself."
With those words, he quickened his pace and nearly ran out of the classroom while clutching his stomach.
"This guy." Yan Junze smiled bitterly.
Zhou Jiajie clearly realized that something abnormal had happened to Teacher Zhang Tiantian and feared that it might involve him; he found an excuse and slipped away.
In terms of cleverness, this guy had plenty of wits, but when it came to courage, he was quite disappointing to Yan Junze.
It seemed like if Bao Jie really ended up with this kind of man, her hard days were still ahead.
Zhou Jiajie's departure didn't raise any suspicions among the other students, except Zhou Dali who cursed his relative under his breath, "Stomach ache? I curse you to go 30 times a day, until you get a prolapse!"
Yan Junze rolled his eyes at him.
"Please watch the shape of my mouth, and listen carefully," Zhang Tiantian instructed. "In this sentence from the text, the pronunciation features a connected speech. If you can't produce it, you won't be able to understand it clearly."
As Zhang Tiantian spoke, she opened her mouth, about to make the sound, when suddenly she froze completely.
Her mouth slightly open, her right hand just beginning to lift, and on her pale cheeks, the black pupils within her eyes suddenly flipped, turning into white pupils once more, and she remained motionless.
This eerie scene, this time, was clearly seen by everyone in the classroom.
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