Chapter 3 — Making a Deal with the King of Hell

At that moment, the teacher walked out and saw me reading a book. He almost went crazy. "Co Du, what kind of attitude is that? I punished you for standing, but you're here reading! If you want to study well, don't you come early? Even if you're late, you're still pretending!" "First of all, it's not a serious attitude towards studying, and more serious is that you don't have the least amount of respect for teachers!" I, as always, quietly listened to the teacher's scolding, I was used to it, and after a little patience, it would pass. But suddenly there were warm hands covering my ears. Looking up, I was surprised to see the King of Hell standing in front of me, his hand glowing, his mouth still muttering: "Don't listen, don't listen, turtle chanting." The teacher continued to yell and scold, his lips moving like a machine gun, but I could no longer hear anything. For the first time in my life, I found this world funny. The teacher angrily roared: "Co Du, do you still know how to be ashamed, you're late and still smiling? Do you still have this teacher in your eyes? Get out of the teaching room!" On the way to the office, the King of Hell kept chattering and consoling: "It's okay, this counts for two things, you only have ten left!" Looking at his excited expression, I smiled faintly and said softly: "Thank you." King of Hell's cheeks immediately turned red and stuttered. corn: "No... no need to thank me." Pushing open the office door, the bald homeroom teacher quickly welcomed me in, invited me to sit, and graciously made me a cup of tea. King of Hell nodded: "Finally, there is a normal person." He did not realize that my body was gradually stiffening, my instinct was to avoid this man. Suddenly, the homeroom teacher covered his nose and said: "Tieu Du, your body is so dirty, let me take you to wash it." He roughly pulled me up and forced me towards the washroom. The King of Hell was immediately alert, shouting loudly: "What is he planning to do? What is he planning to do!!!" In the washroom, the man's greasy hand gently brushed my skin. "If you want to bathe, you have to take off your clothes. Don't worry, there are no cameras here. Teacher, help me undress." My body stiffened, my eyes were blank, letting that dirty hand rummage around. In my ears, I heard the throat-tearing scream of the King of Hell: "Run, Co Du! Run!!!" I woke up, dodged from that dirty hand, grabbed the water hose and sprayed it straight at him. Next, I poured it all over my body, trying to rub the place he had touched, hoping to wash away the stench. But that feeling is not only on the skin, but seems to be imprinted deep into the bones, the more you rub, the more useless it becomes. A heavy slap landed on my face, my whole body fell down, my head hit the corner of the water tank, blood immediately poured out. The homeroom teacher's whole body was soaked, the ice-cold water made him unbearable. "You bastard, you dare pour water on me, you're tired of living, aren't you!" He was about to kick some more, I weakly spoke: "Teacher... time is almost up. You also don't want others to see you with female students in here... right?" Finally he stopped, cursed "bitch" under his breath, then dragged his chubby body back to the office. "Co Du, are you okay?" Why not, Co Du!” The King of Hell flew around me, constantly worried. Strangely, I felt a bit warm, slowly propped myself up, smiling: "I'm okay." The King of Hell's eyes were red, muttering: "Just counting three things, you only have seven more left, don't worry, very fast!" After saying this, he realized that this sentence sounded like he was hoping for something to happen to me, so he quickly closed his mouth. The end of class bell rang. I dragged myself back to the classroom and saw that my desk was full of graffiti marks, full of curse words like "idiot", "bitch", "bitch". I calmly sat down. The King of Hell whispered: "This counts as one thing." The desk drawer was stuffed with waste paper, and there were also rotting mouse corpses. I still calmly cleaned it up. King of Hell continued: “Of course

It's the same thing." The person at the table behind me drew graffiti on my uniform, the person in front pointed straight and cursed: "You're just an illegitimate child, still acting arrogant. Are you comparable to the goddess Dao Dao?" The King of Hell was stunned, then angrily muttered: "This counts as three things." I asked in surprise: "Isn't it just two things?"