Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 187 - 187 2 They are in class_3

187: Chapter 2: They are in class_3 187: Chapter 2: They are in class_3 “Of course, respected teacher!

As you can see, I’m sitting right next to Gongsun Ce—” she picked up her phone from the desk, placing it on her head, “Look, my top hat is right here.”

Gongsun Ce almost burst out laughing.

Onowell hesitated slightly before nodding, “Alright…

I believe the teaching assistant would have covered the Yong Guang Empire’s grand expansion period starting from the year 199 of the Yong Guang Calendar.

Do you remember the reason why the Yong Guang Empire and the precursor to Ustus initially shifted from hostility to friendly negotiations?”

Qiluo really didn’t know this time; she hadn’t attended class last week.

The pink-haired girl looked helplessly at her deskmate, and Gongsun Ce mouthed, “Check your phone.”

So, pretending to remove a hat, Qiluo took down her phone from her head and, while searching for information, said, “Oh, this, I think the teaching assistant mentioned it last class… Sorry, teacher, please give me a moment to recall… I’ve got it!”

She tried her best to mimic Kaldesia’s tone, pretending as if she had just remembered, “It was…

they encountered the Dragon Disaster midway through the battle, right?

After the Dragon Disaster, commanders from both sides got swept into each other’s camps, so they had to negotiate peace!”

“I hope you use more technical vocabulary next time you answer a question,” Onowell sighed, “Overall, you are correct, thank you, Miss Spencer.”

Qiluo continued her earnest act, “You see, my usual grades…”

“Today’s class Q&A has nothing to do with regular grades.” “Thank you, Principal Sir!”

The pink-haired girl pressed down her skirt and sat down, while Gongsun Ce struggled to hold back his laughter.

At this moment, Onowell realized something else.

He frowned and asked, “Wait a second, Miss Spencer just reminded me.

Why haven’t I seen Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi today?”

In half a second, Gongsun Ce experienced a mix of great joy and great sorrow.

Before he could make a suggestion, Qiluo whispered, “It’s too discordant, they’ll figure it out!”

In desperation, Gongsun Ce pointed at himself.

Qiluo’s powers activated once again, and he stood up with immense psychological pressure, putting on Mr.

Shiyu’s effortlessly charming smile, “I’m right here, teacher.”

Onowell rubbed his eyes hard.

“Okay, okay.”

He turned towards the blackboard, about to continue the lesson, then turned back to “Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi.”

“I remember…” Onowell said uncertainly, “Wasn’t that Mr.

Gongsun’s seat?”

The classroom erupted in whispers, and the students were also feeling puzzled.

The bald teacher spoke for everyone, “Then, where did Mr.

Gongsun Ce go?”

“…”

Gongsun Ce was tempted to bolt for the back door, but with Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi’s face on, he couldn’t just do that!

Now he was left with only two choices: come clean or keep up the act!

What to do?

What would be best?

In a critical moment, Gongsun Ce made a decision!

·

Apart from Qiluo who kept muttering, “What to do, what to do,” the entire classroom now focused on the suddenly appeared “Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi.” Everyone was curious if this person could come up with an excuse that would even convince the principal, explaining the mid-session absence of Gongsun Ce.

“Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi” stood up calmly, chuckling lightly:

“I believe he went to save the City of the Sky, Mr.

Onowell.”

The expressions of the classmates were akin to moles just popping out from under the ground, filled with admiration and astonishment, almost blurting out, “How could you come up with that?”

Onowell frowned, “This is the first time I’ve learned that Mr.

Gongsun Ce also moonlights as a superhero during class.

I thought he only did that in his spare time.”

You flatter me, Principal Sir.

I don’t engage in heroics in my spare time either; at most, I help with some official volunteer work.

“Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi” kept his composure, “Sometimes, unforeseen incidents do not follow our class schedules.

Like, say…”

Gongsun Ce was sure he had thought of a whole set of logically sound justifications—if only he had half a minute more, he could convince the entire class and the principal.

But as he said, sometimes unforeseen events truly are unexpected—as he was about to deliver his speech, the classroom’s back door was pushed open.

The person who was late for class, bent over, sneaking in like a little mouse, trying to slip into the classroom while the teacher was speaking.

Unfortunately, she chose the wrong moment, and everyone was looking at Gongsun Ce standing in the back row, while her slowly approaching top hat seemed even more conspicuous than a cardboard box.

Gongsun Ce’s words stuck in his throat, as Onowell’s brows furrowed tightly, “Miss Kaldesia Spencer?”

The slowly moving hat “clicked” and froze mid-air.

The hat slowly rose, bringing up golden locks and a face not showing the slightest embarrassment.

Kaldesia beamed, “Good morning, Principal Sir!

Sorry I’m late!”

Onowell snapped a piece of chalk.

“I understand.

I guess you also went to save our city, right?”

“…Ah?”

Gongsun Ce (in the appearance of Mr.

Shiyu) slapped his hand over his face.

The students couldn’t hold back anymore; laughter surged wave after wave in the classroom, and the jovial atmosphere reached its peak when a young man in a suit walked in.

Shiyu Lianyi was holding two large shopping bags; it was evident why the two were late.

Before he could speak, Onowell said in an almost gentle tone, “Mr.

Shiyu Lianyi, I presume you’re the third member of the city’s hero squad?”

Mr.

Shiyu looked confused.

“I’m sorry, Mr.

Onowell, I don’t quite understand…”

As he said this, he happened to look out the window and made eye contact with another version of himself.

Shiyu Lianyi stared at the other highly embarrassed self and blankly said, “…I don’t quite understand what’s happening.”

“I thought so too,” Onowell walked down from the podium, “I still don’t understand where Mr.

Gongsun Ce went!”

Now everyone eagerly looked towards the back of the classroom, where two identical pairs of individuals were present, everyone curious about who was real and who was fake.

Miss Qiluo (in the appearance of Kardesia) nudged the half-collapsed Gongsun Ce (in the appearance of Mr.

Shiyu), whispering, “Do you want to try harder?”

Gongsun Ce shook his head in despair, moving extraordinarily slowly.

Then, after a burst of purple smoke, the two individuals in the seats reverted to their original forms.

The crowd clapped their hands for the remarkable magic and the courage of the four to joke with the principal, and the classroom erupted in applause.

Onowell, looking at the pink-haired girl, drawled, “Oh… a four-member team.

It reminds me of a serialized manga I watched in my childhood, truly fascinating!”

Miss Qiluo tried to hide under the desk, to little avail.

Gongsun Ce gazed out the window morosely, anticipating what today’s hottest topic on the school forum would be.

“Uh, sorry, Mr.

Principal…?” Kardesia waved, “I didn’t mean to…”

The bald teacher smiled even more warmly.

“I understand, you’re busy protecting the peace of the city.

As Mr.

Gongsun said, accidents are everywhere.

Now I’m assigning our four-member team an urgent task.”

He stiffened his face and spoke gravely.

“By next Friday, each of you must submit an essay on last month’s curriculum, over six thousand words, all handwritten.

Or forfeit your semester’s continuous assessment marks.”

·

In the afternoon, the club room.

Miss Qin crunched on her fries while the other four were heads down, furiously writing at the long table.

“Look, look, this is the face of shock.

Ah Ce clearly said today’s class would be easy.”

Gongsun Ce yelled with a fierce expression, “It’s all Kardesia’s fault!!”

“Who turned a minor issue of being a few minutes late into this mess!” Kardesia screamed back.

The two quickly started another round of arguing and bickering, while Shiyu Lianyi grimaced and said, “Miss Qiluo…”

Miss Qiluo thumped her face down on the table, crying,

“Wah wah wah.”

“Look what you’ve done, you made Miss Qiluo regress!”

“Is that my fault too?!”

The lady commented with an observer’s objective view:

“You reap what you sow.”