My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 180 F-Rank Manager Task - Patrol Teacher

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 F-Rank Manager Task - Patrol Teacher

The actors have already been chosen?!

In the waiting room, the remaining actors looked at each other in dismay. As professional actors, many of them didn’t know what kind of expression they should have at this time.

After struggling to memorize the script for an entire hour, fueled by nervous excitement and two cans of energy drink, the staff was now saying the actors had already been determined?

"Is it over?" Acheng, standing at the very front of the queue, stared dumbfounded at the staff at the door, almost swallowing his gum: "We haven’t even started, how can it be over? No one has taken the stage yet!"

Many people, when struck with such sudden news, go through three stages: disbelief, frantic questioning, and slowly coming to terms with it.

Acheng was currently in the first stage. He took a few steps forward and frightened the staff member so much that they dared not enter the room.

"The actor chosen was Han Fei, the first to audition. Actually, Director Zhang was quite fond of him from the start, and his visit to Xinhu City was partly because of Han Fei," the staff member tried to console Acheng, hoping he would come to terms with it.

But to his surprise, after hearing his words of comfort, Acheng’s face turned red with frustration.

"Didn’t you just say that whoever got chosen, you’d all be genuinely happy for them?" noticing the odd expressions on everyone’s faces, the staff member didn’t dare to talk recklessly anymore: "Well... the lights in the theater will be turned off soon, if there’s nothing else, you should leave now, we’re about to clean up."

"Impossible! There must be some mistake, why would it be him? A supporting role? A supporting role I wouldn’t even deign to glance at." Acheng clenched the script in his hand. He did not turn to look at the other actors in the room, his face a ghastly purple, as if he had been viciously slapped several times.

"Acheng, there will be other opportunities..." Wu Li felt a bit sorry for Acheng and wanted to comfort him, but as soon as he started to speak, Acheng left abruptly, clutching the script.

The actors in the waiting room looked at each other, staying there was only adding to the awkwardness, so they each found excuses to leave the theater.

...

Han Fei walked home alone, completely indifferent to what the other young actors in the waiting room might think. He was just trying to walk his own path.

"The salary for a movie in cinemas is indeed extraordinary, once Director Zhang and the others pay a part of the salary in advance, I’ll be able to buy a Game Box."

The acting business is like a narrow bridge crossed by thousands of troops. Before making a name for oneself, all earnings put together don’t amount to what one could earn from a part-time job, and you face the most disdain and hardship. All that effort often yields little in return, and ultimately, ninety percent of actors choose to give up and leave the industry.

But it’s different once you make a name. Once you become a known actor, the income multiplies by folds.

Han Fei was now starting to make it; from the moment he climbed up the actor ranking list, his life had begun to change.

Being able to star in a film by Director Zhang, especially as one of the key roles, Han Fei too felt a surge of excitement.

However, all the excitement evaporated the moment he stepped through his home’s door.

Looking at the gaming helmet on the table, Han Fei showed a bitter smile: "For all I know, I might end up in the newspaper tomorrow, ’Rising actor found dead after all-night gaming.’"

No matter how promising the future seems, it’s only good if you live to see it.

Han Fei found after acquiring the gaming helmet that his life had really changed dramatically; he now looked forward to the next day, to the future, started putting effort into surviving.

"Humans really are peculiar creatures. When they haven’t lost something, they don’t cherish it, living aimlessly, wasting time. But when life comes with a deadline, people will do everything possible just to live another twenty-four hours."

Touching the healing-type label on the game helmet, Han Fei felt his life was now intertwined with this game.

"Does a perfect life really exist?"

The electronic clock on the wall ticked away, and Han Fei, getting into the right mindset, had found the layout of Yimin Private Academy’s infirmary online and memorized every detail of the room.

Ma Manjiang might stay to guard the corpse, so the moment Han Fei logged into the game, he needed to enter the infirmary, open the cupboard, and then escape through the window with Jin Sheng.

He rehearsed in his mind several times, each step precise to the second.

As the seconds ticked by, it finally reached midnight.

After connecting all the wires and making full preparations, Han Fei donned his gaming helmet.

Blood descended!

The moment the system notification sounded, Han Fei’s body moved to the right.

There was a pungent stench of decay, a chilling curse in the air, and a cold that nearly froze his fingers—multiple sensations flooded him at once!

Without any hesitation, Han Fei did as he had rehearsed in his mind and kicked open the door to the infirmary.

He charged towards the cabinet where the medicines were stored; since many drugs can’t be exposed to sunlight, the cabinet was placed in the deepest corner of the room.

Almost simultaneously with Han Fei’s surge into the infirmary, several blood-red arms slammed down hard where he had appeared, creating several loud booms.

Blood spattered everywhere, and although Han Fei knew something was behind him, he didn’t dare turn his head.

For him at that moment, every single second was incredibly precious!

His body shot out like an arrow, and by the time the antagonist launched a second attack, Han Fei reached the medicine cabinet at the very back of the infirmary.

He grabbed the cabinet door and flung it open with force!

"Jin Sheng!"

Han Fei was now risking his life; he had no other choice.

The pitch-black cabinet door swung open, and as Han Fei looked inside, the system’s voice rang out in his mind.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have obtained a Grade G Curse Item—Jin Sheng’s Homework Notebook, successfully triggering a Grade F Manager task—Yimin Private Academy Patrol Teacher."

"Yimin Private Academy Patrol Teacher (Grade F Manager Task): In the school, teachers are the parents of their students. You must care for and love all students, respect their personalities, and facilitate their comprehensive development in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labour. While fulfilling your educational duties, kill everyone who wishes to harm the students."

"Attention! Due to the player’s level being far below the task’s, an additional task hint is appended!"

"Each Manager task is formed based on the memory of the previous Manager. You will enter the memory of the Manager, where dying does not incur a death penalty, but you will lose part of your memory."

"Attention! Completing all Kaidan in the school can greatly reduce the difficulty of the Manager task. Your current Kaidan completion progress is four-sevenths!"

As the notification rang out in his mind, a scarred arm reached out from the cabinet.

Han Fei instinctively grabbed the hand, and then his body was pulled towards the cabinet.

As he lost his balance, Han Fei turned to take one last look before falling.

Dragging along untold malice, Ma Manjiang had completely lost its mind. It was in the hallway with gashes all over its body, roaring as it rushed toward the wardrobe.

Only by taking Jin Sheng’s homework notebook could one trigger the secret inside the wardrobe. Ma Manjiang’s expression was utterly twisted; its chest ripped open and blood poured down like rain.

As the cabinet door was about to close, an endless malevolence wrapped around a blue butterfly that flew out of Ma Manjiang’s chest. It followed Han Fei and squeezed into the cabinet with him.