Chapter 897: Chapter 416: The Wound of Class Teacher-040_2
“Hiss…” She seed to take a sharp breath.
“Uh… What’s wrong?” Lin Yi looked a bit nervous too.
“You… Don’t be so clumsy. Be a little gentler…” Class Teacher-040’s tone was slightly unnatural.
“But I just touched it…”
“Anyway… Be gentler…” Class Teacher-040 instinctively bit her lip. “If you hurt , I’ll stab you.”
“Whoa, co on! You’re gonna stab for this?”
“Well, you can self-heal, can’t you?”
“But I’m not so stress ball! Besides, during the scuffle earlier, you didn’t even let out a peep!”
“Is that so?” Class Teacher-040’s tone carried a mix of feigned anger and coldness, and the Secret Rune Dagger seed to glint, still held firmly in her hand.
Lin Yi quickly shut his mouth, though he felt uncertain and said quietly, “Then… Next, I’ll place my hand on the wound on your back…”
“Just do it. Why are you explaining it to ?”
“I’m just worried that if I do it wrong, you’ll give a knife!” Lin Yi replied with grievance, thinking to himself how challenging it was to deal with won. If he acted directly, she said he was careless; if he explained beforehand, she complained he was long-winded…
Lady, you’re making this really tough for !
Suddenly, he missed the Boss. The Boss was soone cold and concise who could cut off any conversation with a single kick—never giving him any extra trouble.
“Just… Just do it!” Class Teacher-040 took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and sat upright with resolve.
“Alright.” Lin Yi nodded and gently placed his hand on the wound on Class Teacher-040’s back.
He had no choice; his perception couldn’t penetrate the mysterious, seamless bodysuit, so he could only start from the exposed wound.
And for that, he even needed Class Teacher-040’s cooperation.
“Don’t resist, okay? Otherwise, I’m afraid I might hurt you.”
“Got it.”
Lin Yi released his perception, and the surrounding light subtly dimd. Ripples slowly expanded from where he stood, spreading out like a scanning wave to envelop Class Teacher-040…
A delicate humanoid outline, as though 3D-printed, materialized in Lin Yi’s mind.
Bones, muscles, organs, skin, hair… Countless details, known and unknown, comprehensible and incomprehensible, interwove in his perception. Ultimately, these complex streams of information braided themselves together, forming a complete image of Class Teacher-040…
An exact replica of Class Teacher-040, identical down to the wound, was imprinted in Lin Yi’s mind.
Lin Yi withdrew his hand.
Class Teacher-040 could only feel a cool, invisible presence roaming across her body. That intangible yet tactile feedback sent shivers down her spine, filling her with a peculiar sensation that she couldn’t quite put into words. It gradually made her body temperature rise ever so slightly. Just as she began to feel a hint of resistance, Lin Yi removed his hand from her wound.
That indescribable feedback disappeared abruptly, leaving an inexplicable, faint sense of loss in her heart. Still, her tone remained entirely composed: “Hmm? That’s it? You’re done?”
“I’m just simulating…” Lin Yi replied chanically, then abruptly stood motionless, waving his hands as if operating so kind of invisible lab equipnt in the air.
In reality, Lin Yi had started dissecting the imprinted “Class Teacher-040” in his mind. The movents of his arms were purely subconscious—like leg shaking.
In his vision, Class Teacher-040 was continuously being deconstructed, separating the contaminated parts from the uncontaminated ones. It was like conducting a research experint, overlaying the contaminated sections with different types of aura he knew…
“No, this won’t work…”
Lin Yi muttered to himself. His first “simulation experint” had ended in failure. He tried simulating the healing of the wound with Sky Blue Aura, but the results caused Class Teacher-040’s flesh to turn into a texture resembling that of a Pseudo-Human, which eventually morphed grotesquely into a part of the Heretical Choir…
“Try again…”
A new “Class Teacher-040” appeared in his vision. The imprinted data existed as a permanent backup in his mind, allowing for infinite duplication.
He began another round of experintation. In Class Teacher-040’s view, Lin Yi stood rooted to the floor as if his feet had grown into it, while the rest of his body moved like a robot performing a chanical dance. His eyes were especially disturbing, spinning frantically as if completely unhinged.
Even more unsettling, she could hear Lin Yi murmuring to himself, as if in a half-asleep daze:
“Still wrong…”
“Try again…”
“Simulation #33…”
…
“Simulation #56…”
“Maybe… the Golden Aura?”
“Simulation possible…”
…
“Simulation #58…”
“How about trying ‘Primordial Pollution’…?”
…
Lin Yi’s simulations beca increasingly rapid. In his “virtual experints,” Class Teacher-040’s virtual body t increasingly tragic ends, yet Lin Yi grew only calr, exhibiting the cold detachnt of a mad scientist observing countless experintal rats.
Class Teacher-040 opened her mouth but hesitated to speak. The more she watched Lin Yi, the more convinced she beca that there was sothing deeply wrong with him. She couldn’t understand why Class Teacher-039 had decided to bring Lin Yi on board in the first place.
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
6:33.
Lin Yi’s simulations had already consud quite a bit of ti.
She decided to wait a little longer. If Lin Yi still continued like this, she’d have to change into her uniform and head to the classroom for roll call.
Yuan Lijian hadn’t seed to be sleeping in the dormitory since he joined the school. She had no idea if he’d spent last night stirring up more trouble.”
Just thinking about it gave her a headache… Class Teacher-040 let out a soft, resigned sigh and rubbed her temples lightly.
Suddenly, she heard Lin Yi exclaim, “I’ve got it!”
Lin Yi abruptly snapped out of his “daydream,” his face lighting up with excitent as he announced, “I’ve figured out how to restore you!”
“You said ‘restore’? Not heal?” Class Teacher-040 blinked in surprise. “Do you even know what ‘restore’ ans?”
Lin Yi scratched the back of his head, wondering—wasn’t restoring the sa as healing?
A sip of milk, and the wound heals—that’s treatnt, right?
“Wait, Teacher, did you think I was only going to patch you up or apply so basic dressing?”
Class Teacher-040: “Uh… I didn’t think it’d be that basic… I just didn’t expect it could be so… comprehensive.”
“…” Lin Yi covered his face with his palm. “Alright, Teacher, I get it… Sit properly—or, wait, maybe you should lie down? Leave the rest to .”
Class Teacher-040 chuckled sheepishly, then suddenly thought of sothing and pointed beyond the bookshelf. “There’s a small room back there. Teachers usually use it as a bedroom. Why don’t we go there?”
“Alright.” Lin Yi nodded decisively. A bed was obviously better—there wasn’t enough room to work on a couch.
Class Teacher-040 didn’t say much else, simply leading Lin Yi inside. Passing by a trash bin, Lin Yi glanced down.
A perfectly ordinary takeout box.
Behind the trash bin was the bookshelf. The last ti Lin Yi had been here, he’d looked behind it out of curiosity. While the space had seed unclear due to poor lighting or so other reason, he vaguely sensed it was a small room.
Now that he learned it was a private sleeping area for horoom teachers, his earlier confusion was resolved.
Class Teacher-040 opened the small room’s door. Behind it was a window with the curtains drawn down. However, from the wooden boards and nails visible through the curtains, it seed the window had been sealed shut—perhaps to prevent sothing from getting in or out.
The room wasn’t exactly tiny—about the size of a small study. It had a bathroom, a bed, a wardrobe, a clock on the wall, and that was about it.
Class Teacher-040 shook off any lingering fatigue and naturally lay belly-down on the bed. “No matter how long you take, this needs to be finished by 7:40.”
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