Is He a Teacher

"Not the duty student?" The homeroom teacher's expression was extremely awkward, all the reprimanding words he had prepared stuck in his throat, forced back down.

"Um... well... uh... right... even if she's not the duty student... keeping the environment clean... is everyone's responsibility..." He even started rambling nonsense due to this inexplicable awkwardness.

Looking at the girl standing in the distance, the homeroom teacher suddenly pulled out his phone. "Oh right, what? A meeting?"

With that, he walked out of the classroom and didn’t return until several minutes later.

He cleared his throat lightly, acting as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Bai Yuyou still standing, he said, "Bai Yuyou, sit down first."

"Okay."

Bai Yuyou sat back down. The homeroom teacher scanned the students below and asked, "Who was on duty yesterday?"

"Wu Ya," one of the students answered.

Instantly, the teacher’s gaze locked onto Wu Ya, his tone laced with anger. "Since it was your duty, why did you blame Bai Yuyou for it?!"

"I—I, it’s Bai Yuyou’s fault, I told her to clean..." Wu Ya stammered under the sudden pressure.

"Stand up!" The teacher slammed the desk, and Wu Ya immediately shot to her feet. "Who do you think you are, ordering classmates to do your duty for you? Since when are you so important?!"

Wu Ya was left speechless. Standing there under the teacher’s interrogation, she could only lower her head—meanwhile, the gazes of her classmates felt like needles pricking her skin.

It’s all that stupid girl’s fault. Why her?

If it weren’t for her...

Wu Ya thought bitterly before turning her head to glare at Bai Yuyou.

But Bai Yuyou was just looking at a small booklet in her hands, her eyes never once drifting toward Wu Ya.

It was like punching cotton—completely ineffective, only making Wu Ya even more frustrated.

"Where are you looking?!"

"Starting today, you’ll be on duty for the next month. Don’t even think about slacking off—if you fail to meet standards even once, I’ll add another week!"

"Huh?!"

At that moment, Ye Shuang walked past Class A with a teaching plan in hand. He had clearly witnessed everything that happened in the classroom. His gaze lingered on the girl sitting in the corner, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Just a single day had passed, yet the girl’s demeanor was completely different.

Once the seed of confidence was planted, many of the hardships from before no longer seemed so daunting.

Adjusting the fake glasses on his nose, Ye Shuang didn’t linger. After all, he was just passing by—standing there too long would only arouse suspicion.

Besides, in a few more days, this game of pretending to be a teacher would have to end.

"Bai—Bai Laoshi!" A voice suddenly called out as he reached the stairwell.

Ye Shuang paused and turned to see a familiar face.

"Oh, Chen Laoshi." It was Chen Yue, the teacher he had once stood in line with to recharge their meal cards. They had chatted briefly before.

"Bai Laoshi, do you have a class second period?" Chen Yue asked hurriedly.

"No..." Ye Shuang thought for a moment before answering.

Chen Yue’s eyes lit up. "Ah, well, something urgent came up at home, and I need to go back to deal with it."

"It’s really last-minute, and I can’t find anyone to cover for me. Could you take over my class? Just let them study on their own."

Ye Shuang immediately regretted saying he was free.

But it was just a self-study session...

How bad could it be?

"Sure, Chen Laoshi. Which class is it?"

"Class B. Thank you, Bai Laoshi!"

With another hurried word of gratitude, Chen Yue rushed off, likely trying to catch a high-speed train.

"What kind of situation is this? I’m pretending to be a teacher, and now I actually have to teach?" Ye Shuang thought to himself.

Maybe he had some talent for being a spy after all.

Half an hour later, as the second-period bell rang—

Ye Shuang walked into Class B with the teaching plan in hand. The noisy classroom instantly fell silent as all eyes turned toward him.

"Your teacher, Chen Laoshi, had an emergency and had to go home, so this period is self-study." Facing dozens of pairs of eyes, Ye Shuang remained completely unfazed. After delivering the message, he sat at the teacher’s desk and pulled out his phone.

Well, more accurately, he pretended to write lesson plans while actually playing on his phone.

The students, now aware that their homeroom teacher was gone, turned into wild horses let loose. The classroom quickly became as noisy as a marketplace, none of them taking this substitute teacher seriously.

After all, he was just here for one self-study period—who cared?

Ye Shuang sighed at the sight. If they kept this up, the grade supervisor would surely come, and his cover as a fake teacher would be blown.

Next time, it wouldn’t be so easy to come back and check on Bai Yuyou.

Thinking quickly, Ye Shuang’s gaze landed on a boy sitting on a desk, chatting loudly with his classmates.

"Xu Hao, return to your seat," he said calmly.

The classroom quieted for a moment—no one expected this unfamiliar teacher to know a student’s name.

But Xu Hao just smirked arrogantly, thinking he looked cool as he curled his lips. He was one of the troublemakers in class and assumed he was infamous among the teachers.

So, hearing his name called didn’t faze him at all.

But the next second, Ye Shuang’s words made his face pale.

"If you don’t go back to your seat, I’ll have a nice chat with your grandmother about your outstanding performance at school."

[Character: Xu Hao

Raised by his grandmother, rebellious but extremely obedient to her. Even lies about being a scholarship student to make her happy.]

Xu Hao was completely baffled. His grandmother didn’t even own a phone, had never attended a single parent-teacher meeting, and the emergency contact listed was his divorced parents. How did this teacher know?

Still, Xu Hao immediately stopped fooling around and obediently returned to his seat, staying quiet.

The class grew quieter, but one girl remained unfazed, casually applying foundation with a compact mirror while giggling with the student behind her.

Ye Shuang took out his phone and snapped a few photos of her.

"Zhang Shuyi, I’ve recorded your excellent behavior and will send it to your father at the hospital. Let’s see if he still gives you extra allowance next month."

The girl’s face instantly drained of color.

Now, the classroom was dead silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop. They realized this substitute teacher might be even scarier than their homeroom teacher.

Unlike their usual teacher, who relied on yelling to maintain order, this man only needed a few well-placed words to shut everyone up.

All the students lowered their heads and started studying—except for one girl with shoulder-length hair.

An Shiyu twirled a pen between her fingers and muttered to herself,

"He... is a teacher?"