There’s no denying it, the ’chicken soup’ the chef sent over is truly effective, or perhaps it’s Han Dong himself that makes the soup seem so effective.
After all, the surveillance clearly saw Han Dong drink the whole big bowl of greenish chicken soup.
The next day at noon,
the doctor was astonished after conducting a full-body examination on Han Dong.
"It seems that the bowl of chicken soup you had yesterday has had great effects on your recovery. I suggest you continue with the sa diet for the next three days.
Your body has basically recovered, but I would still recomnd you stay in..."
Before he could finish speaking,
a red balloon had already been stuffed into the doctor’s brain.
"Here is your discharge permit for both of you. Go enjoy your happy ti at school."
"Thank you, Doctor."
When Han Dong and Mr. Newton exited the infirmary,
the doctor and nurses behind them all waved goodbye in unison, their smiles arcing in a near identical manner.
...
Having just been discharged, according to the regulations, there were no classes for the rest of the day.
"Nicholas, I’m heading back to the dormitory to rest..."
Newton had to take this half-day to have a good rest alone in the dormitory.
Since the day Han Dong drank that bowl of chicken soup, he hadn’t eaten a single grain of rice. After these days of brief school life, the ’cleanliness obsession’ rooted deep in his soul had almost been completely torn apart.
Han Dong didn’t force Mr. Newton to follow him,
returning to peak condition was the most important,
and once war starts, Mr. Newton would be an indispensable force.
Han Dong went back to the teaching building alone,
walking along the dim corridor deep into the building.
There was also a sign at the dark "corner" with a pile of kerosene lamps, indicating a safe zone.
Han Dong didn’t sit down to rest, he picked up a kerosene lamp directly,
and headed towards the [Integrated Office] indicated by the signpost,
The long corridor was completely enveloped by shadows, and the light from the kerosene lamp barely reached half a ter,
until a closed wrought iron gate blocked the way,
As the "Warden", Han Dong stuck close to the door, clearly feeling a sense of imprisonnt.
’Could it be that if teachers have no classes scheduled, they are forcibly confined to the office? Only during the night study are they free to move?’
As Han Dong was pondering,
the shadows in the corridor behind him congealed into form, and an arm with no tangible touch laid upon Han Dong’s shoulder.
Lips blew out black mist, speaking by Han Dong’s ear:
"The teachers’ office is a forbidden land for students,
unless brought by a teacher or for so special reason, entry is strictly forbidden... Moreover, it’s class ti now, you shouldn’t be here.
If there’s no reasonable explanation, you will be taken to the administrative building for punishnt."
Han Dong naturally ca prepared,
directly presenting today’s discharge permit, along with the eye left in the cup by the class teacher.
"I just got discharged and ca here to return the [Eye] to Lady Ayesha Sepulveda."
The shadow did a simple check, then nodded.
"When you need to leave, just knock on the door three tis."
Having said that,
the arm on Han Dong’s shoulder turned into a thin layer of shadow, quickly covering his whole body.
"A gentle push"
and Han Dong’s body crossed through the iron gate, entering a quiet and bright office.
A space resembling a large open office.
The majority of teachers were in their own relatively small office spaces grading papers, or giving ’special education’ to so students.
Only a very few teachers with a certain status had their own private compartnts.
This naturally included the class teacher,
as well as the particularly special mathematics teacher, Mr. Hermis.
As Han Dong approached the wooden door with the naplate "Ayesha Sepulveda", suddenly a crack as wide as two fingers opened.
A pale eye without pupils stared fixedly at Han Dong from the crack,
"Mind Peek"
checking if Han Dong carried any malicious items or thoughts.
Of course,
such probing naturally couldn’t truly see through Han Dong’s ’mind’.
Verification passed.
Click, click~
The class teacher turned back to their middle-aged face,
"Co in!"
Upon stepping into the compartnt,
click, click~ the door was locked in various ways, plus the closing of the Venetian blinds,
simultaneously,
the "second face" at the back of the class teacher’s head remained exposed, supporting a ntal field to isolate any connection with the outside,
"Discharged so quickly... And you ca straight to , not just to return the eye, right?
The eye that’s been out there for so long is of no use to now.
Keep it as a nto instead.
So, what’s the matter?"
Han Dong flashed a simple, pure smile without any impurities,
"I just ca to thank the class teacher for taking care of ... I learned from the doctor that you stayed by my side throughout my surgery.
And, as I see it,
you’re a teacher worth confiding in, so I ca to chat about what’s on my mind, hoping it won’t interfere with your work."
"Psychology doesn’t require assigning howork, I have it easy, just reading to pass the ti in the office every day.
When I ca to this school,
all connections with the outside world were severed.
For , the only reliable relationship is ’teacher and student’. As long as they are my students, I will care for them responsibly.
If there’s any psychological issue, I’m willing to chat about it with you anyti."
"Then I’ll get straight to the point ~ Ayesha, do you really wish to stay at this school forever?"
As soon as these words were asked,
Ayesha’s finger was already hovering over Han Dong’s temple,
her gaze imbued with a sense of murder, though it was only ant to threaten.
"If this word gets out, it’s highly likely you’ll be suspected of having rebellious tendencies, with severe consequences.
Everyone who ca to this school is a ’defeated’,
If defeated by others, death is the end.
But Mr. Teacher gave us, the defeated, the right to continue living, the excellent ones even enjoy pretty good treatnt in school, like and these teachers.
To , that’s enough.
I accepted the fact of defeat long ago and am willing to pay a permanent price for it."
"The ideology of winners and losers, huh? The class teacher’s principles are indeed strong."
Suddenly, Han Dong snapped his fingers.
Snap!
It sounded more like the explosion of a balloon.
A clown holding a balloon materialized directly in physical form, floating behind Han Dong like so sort of ’stand-in’.
The sense of threat made the class teacher sweat profusely,
imdiately taking a combat stance and placing one hand on the alarm under the table.
"It was you all along!
When your group of freshn first ca to class, I sensed so strange concealed entity tagging along,
the gym incident that night also felt like that.
You’re clearly a [Student], how can you bring your abilities onto campus under preaching influence?"
"Class teacher,
there are a few things I’d like to confess to you.
First, I didn’t co to this school as a ’defeated’, that’s just what Mr. Teacher and you think.
Second, with the ’ans’ I’ve set up in the school, I have confidence in overthrowing the current managent regi.
Third, I sought you out because I consider you a sensible good teacher.
Since you follow the ideology of winners and losers, I hope to use the remaining ti today to play a "psychological ga" with you, just like you do in class.
This should be your forte,
If I win the ga, I hope you’ll calmly listen to my overall layout and the dilemma Mr. Teacher faces.
If I lose,
I will unveil all the ans hidden in the dark for you to report to the principal, punish as the heinous ’offender’.
How about it?"
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