Rules of the Strange: I Became a God in a Bizarre World Through Taoist Arts

The original characters were broken down into strokes of Chinese characters, turning into a bunch of symbols without any rules or logic.

Shen Xingzhuo stopped writing and squinted at the contents of the notebook.

Is it the same riddle as the one in "The Brocade of Guanyin"?

Shen Xingzhuo tried to rearrange the strokes to form normal characters, but no matter how he tried, the characters he formed were always "missing parts".

Moreover, after looking at these words for a long time, Shen Xingzhuo suddenly felt some tinnitus.

The continuous low-frequency sound irritated her.

Just then, Teacher September Flower tapped her arm with her pointer.

Immediately afterwards, a commanding tone came out of her mouth.

"Xiao Shen, come up here and help me clean the blackboard."

Shen Xingzhuo looked up.

The blackboard originally had the three large characters "September Flower" written on it.

The teacher probably erased it once, but didn't master the technique and ended up smudged the blackboard.

You should not refuse any requests made by the teacher in class.

Shen Xingzhuo had no choice but to resign herself to getting up and doing the blackboard-wiping work.

But before leaving her seat, she carefully closed her notebook.

Since the rules specifically mention taking careful notes, it means that notes will play a crucial role in these classes.

Or perhaps it's because teachers or classmates pay special attention to the contents of Shen Xing's notes.

Her notebook is currently filled with "garbled text," so to be on the safe side, it's best not to let anyone see it.

Shen Xingzhu strode onto the podium and discovered that the only tool available to wipe the blackboard was a blackboard eraser that was already wet.

The black floor is now covered in white powder marks after wiping.

Shen Xingzhuo's lips pressed into a straight line...

"It definitely won't get clean."

After thinking for a moment, Shen Xingzhu remembered seeing someone using a mop to wipe a blackboard in a short video.

"Hurry up, don't delay the students' class!" September Flower urged.

Shen Xingzhu nodded quickly, "Okay, teacher."

She quickly walked down from the podium, went to the back of the classroom, and picked up the mop leaning against the wall.

September Flower frowned, her gaze toward Shen Xingzhuo becoming unusually displeased.

"Whoosh—"

It suddenly started raining in the classroom.

The rain avoided the students and their desks, and only fell on the ground.

But it quickly stirred up a puddle of rainwater on the ground.

Shen Xingzhuo suddenly drifted off into a daze, recalling the great flood he and Hua Jiuyue had witnessed in the corridor.

Before she could think any further, the next second, September Flower's pointer lashed out at her.

Shen Xingzhuo was wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt when the pointer struck her arm mercilessly, leaving a red mark.

Shen Xingzhu gritted her teeth and smiled at the September Flower.

He dipped the mop in his hand into the water on the ground, wrung it out, and then shoved it directly onto the blackboard that had been wiped white.

Shen Xingzhu quietly lit a heat talisman behind the podium.

The moisture on the blackboard evaporated quickly, leaving it clean and new.

"Teacher, I'm done wiping."

Shen Xingzhuo stood aside waiting for September Flower's review.

A rustling sound came from below the stage.

Despite the short distance, Shen Xingzhuo couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Alright, go back and sit down. That's the only thing you can be clever about."

September Flower's tone was full of disdain.

Shen Xingzhu smiled sheepishly and sat back down in his seat.

But that's not what I was really thinking—

"A normal teacher wouldn't suddenly call a student up to erase the blackboard in the middle of class... Shen Xing's status at school is even lower than I imagined."

"It seems this bullying is more like a conspiracy between teachers and students."