757: Chapter 350 Horoom Teacher-039 “Bai Fangshuo” (Extra 1000 words) 757: Chapter 350 Horoom Teacher-039 “Bai Fangshuo” (Extra 1000 words) “Just dropping by.” Old Mo tossed one of the big eyeballs he was holding onto the ground, “And conveniently bringing you a gift.”
“Gift?
Looks more like spoils of war to .” The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, looked over, “‘Yu Tong’?
So many?!”
With a hint of surprise, he took another sniff, “This fresh?
You couldn’t have slaughtered the ‘gift’ right before coming to visit, could you?”
“Are you touched?”
“Not touched, I don’t dare to be touched again.” The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, shook his head repeatedly, thinking back to one ti when he carelessly expressed his touch, which was t with your snappy response of “If you’re touched, give a little gift in return,” and just like that he got sheared of a significant amount of wool.
This ti he was steadfast, unshakable as a rock in the face of thunder.
Old Mo curled his lip, “I won’t fleece you this ti, just go find Mu Daxian for , I’ll leave as soon as you find him.”
“Mu Daxian?” The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, was slightly startled, “He is probably near the Watchtower…”
“I obviously know that, but it’s too much trouble to look for him one by one, just help with the location.”
Seeing Old Mo’s solemn expression, the Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, imdiately nodded his head, removed the pipe from his mouth and placed it back on the table, then picked up the string of big eyeballs, “Give a few minutes.”
“No problem.”
The Art Teacher, Big Golden Fur, grabbed his protective leather jacket and ‘tat-tat-tat’ ascended the stairs.
Lin Yi slowly retracted his gaze from behind the bookshelf, “The place going up there, is that the watchtower equipped with searchlights?”
“Yes.” Old Mo didn’t bother to look around further, just wandering aimlessly in the Art Office, acting like a natural as if the Horoom teacher-039 was just a reserved visitor.
Lin Yi, on the other hand, wasn’t so relaxed, stiffly observing his surroundings with undeniable curiosity, clearly restrained in his movents.
Every now and then Lin Yi glanced at Horoom teacher-039, and she seed not much different than the day they parted, except her eyes had turned a distinct gold color.
That kind of cold moonlight, sowhat similar to the eerie art female teacher, but her deanor was still closer to that of a “human.” He could still sense the surging green breath within Horoom teacher-039, but on the surface, there was not much abnormality.
Horoom teacher-039’s attire had changed to a British dark-green long gown similar to that of Art Students, the hem reaching to the calves, beneath which were black stockings paired with glossy black leather shoes, like a female teacher straight out of a Magic Academy.
It was then Lin Yi understood that won teachers in the Art Departnt don’t wear uniforms at all, and he also marveled—the woman with the “iron will” effortlessly transitioned from horoom teacher to art teacher.
Compared to her ti as “Horoom teacher”, Horoom teacher-039 now radiated a cool and sophisticated air, the cold undertone behind her eyes utterly impossible to hide.
However, this kind of deanor surprisingly evoked a sense of familiarity in Lin Yi, as if he had experienced it from Boss before.
Sensing Lin Yi’s occasional glancing over, Horoom teacher-039 said, “Are you looking for an Identity Credential?
I am no longer ‘Horoom teacher,’ but ‘Art Teacher,’ and Art Teachers don’t have Identity Credentials.”
“It’s exactly because of that, ordinary people find it hard to gauge the threat posed by Art Teachers.
When I told you ‘be careful if you encounter again,’ it was for this reason.”
Despite her chilling change, Horoom teacher-039 patiently explained to Lin Yi—unaware that Lin Yi had already learned so characteristics of Art Teachers.
Hesitating for a mont, Lin Yi asked, “How…
should I address you now?”
“You can call ‘Mr.
Bai,'” said Horoom teacher-039.
“Mr.
Bai?” Lin Yi muttered to himself.
He imdiately rembered the words “Bai Fang” ntioned by “Horoom teacher-039” when taking off the uniform, “Is that your na?
It seems I’ve heard you say it…”
Horoom teacher-039’s eyes held a hint of confusion as she continued, “I’m not sure…
After being contaminated by the ‘Angel,’ and before my complete downfall, apart from anchoring the identity of ‘Horoom teacher,’ the na ‘Bai Fangshuo’ also surfaced in my mind…”
Horoom teacher-039 looked into Lin Yi’s face and slowly uttered three words:
“‘Bai Fangshuo.'”
Lin Yi’s pupils violently dilated.
‘Indeed, Bai Fangshuo!’
“But…” His confusion returned in an instant.
“I know what you’re puzzled about,” said the Art Teacher, “Bai Fangshuo,” apparently having perceived his bewildernt, “I don’t know what this is all about either; logically speaking, Bai Fangshuo should be a student, his na even appeared on my signing list, yet bizarrely…
it popped into my mind.”
“And oddly, this Bai Fangshuo disappeared on the second day of school…”
“His Student ID card turned up in my office desk drawer, right under that envelope, as if it was deliberately placed there.”
“I can assure you I was always in the office, there is no way soone could have placed Bai Fangshuo’s Student ID card under my nose; the only explanation is that I lost the mory related to it…
the mory of that night!”
“That night?!” Lin Yi shuddered within.
Had Wei Liang been here, he surely would have fantasized so inappropriate comic scenarios, but Lin Yi’s first thought was of the night of May 6th.
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