My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 826 Model Teacher-Student Relationship

Chapter 826: Chapter 826 Model Teacher-Student Relationship

Han Fei used master-level acting, but some of the words were genuine outpourings of emotion. Unfortunately, the impression Gao Cheng left on Yan Lan before was too poor, and it would take a long time to change that image.

The two sides confronted each other on the second floor of the inn. Han Fei had just awakened his greed personality, so he wasn’t too afraid of Yan Lan. If things went south, he could just run into the Deceit Building. Yan Lan, wanting to protect the students of her class, would probably not risk her life to chase him inside.

The cold wind stirred the paper money on the ground. Yan Lan scanned Han Fei up and down, seemingly wanting to see through his true intentions, but she couldn’t smell the scent of lies on him.

"A coward afraid to die, a madman willing to sacrifice a whole building of living people for himself, yet he wants to protect his own students?" Yan Lan initially thought Han Fei was using Class Seven’s students as a bargaining chip, but upon deeper understanding, she realized that might not be the case.

"There are three days left until the assessment. I don’t need your help; all I ask is that you don’t interfere when the time comes." Han Fei was very confident, as if he had already thought of a way to deal with the school. In reality, he had no plan. If he couldn’t protect all the students in three days, he might never leave this world, so he had to be "confident."

"I’ll give you two days. If by the day before the assessment you don’t show me any change, I’ll still take away your class’s survivor spots." Yan Lan ultimately chose not to make a move against Han Fei.

"Thugs rush around recklessly within the rules, and madmen overturn the table to create new rules." Han Fei showed his trademark warm smile: "Two days is enough for me."

"The school is connected to the Black Building. I don’t know where your confidence comes from?" Yan Lan turned around, and the special metal on her back slowly dissolved: "There are indeed many people in the school who dislike the current rules, but most of them only help the winners. How much do you really stand to win?"

Leaping from the second floor, Yan Lan quickly disappeared into the night.

Various negative emotions surged into Han Fei’s brain sea, and the whispers of demons from the abyss began to unsettle him.

Picking up the shattered wooden boards on the floor, Han Fei roughly repaired the partition. He didn’t dare return to the school and stayed there until dawn.

The city was shrouded in clouds that never dispersed, making sunrise invisible, and daytime much shorter. Most of the time, survivors hid at home, not venturing out until noon.

After having a hearty meal, Han Fei headed for the school. As he arrived at the school gate, he noticed the atmosphere on campus felt off.

Thorns entwined the high walls, and two security guards stood by the iron gate, inspecting all living beings entering the campus.

"Has something happened?" Han Fei, looking gravely ill, spoke weakly and haltingly.

"Teacher Gao?" The security guards, aware of Gao Cheng’s condition and knowing he was not long for this world, stepped back: "Last night, Teacher Xu Hui, the head of Class Six, was murdered. There seems to be an unknown ghost monster around the school, possibly possessing teachers and students to infiltrate the campus."

"The teacher was killed?" Han Fei was shocked. The homeroom teachers at the school were all quite powerful; killing them would be very difficult.

Taking a sharp breath, Han Fei couldn’t shake the feeling that this had something to do with the thirty students in his class. They had just awakened one night, and a teacher at the academy was murdered. It was too coincidental.

"If you have any leads, please notify us immediately. The principal has issued a reward. We must catch the culprit before the assessment begins to ensure the semi-annual exam proceeds smoothly!" After questioning Han Fei for some information, the security guards let him enter the campus.

They didn’t think Han Fei had the capability to commit the crime. Someone with mental pollution as high as thirty-nine finding it difficult to even stay coherent.

Entering the teaching building, Han Fei was "weakly" climbing the stairs when Teacher Ma Jing, with glasses, suddenly appeared behind him: "Why are you only coming to class now? I almost thought you met the same fate yesterday."

Ma Jing made a poor joke, reaching out to hook Han Fei’s shoulder: "Director Crow has been looking for you for a long time. Let’s go together."

"What does he want from me?"

"Probably wants to confirm whether you’re still alive."

Han Fei entered the office with Ma Jing, the head of Class Three. Director Crow sat by the office desk, and another person was in the room—Yan Lan.

"Is everyone here?" Director Crow didn’t look well. He tossed the files on the desk in front of the teachers: "Xu Hui was murdered last night on his way home. The killer used extremely brutal methods and destroyed all evidence and clues. It must be a repeat offender."

"Xu Hui had a research-type personality, adept at investigation, thinking, observing, and analyzing, and loved intellectual games. Among the eight teachers, he was the smartest and most perceptive." Director Crow propped his chin with both hands: "Why would he be the one killed?"

"Could the killer be targeting our school? Taking out the smartest intellectual personality holder first?" Ma Jing recognized the problem. Normally, Xu Hui wouldn’t be so easily killed unless he encountered a situation far beyond his imagination, leaving him no time to react.

"In two and a half days, it’s the assessment. Every year, various mishaps occur during the assessments; teachers being killed is not unheard of." Yan Lan was indifferent to Xu Hui’s death. Apart from her students, she didn’t care about many people in the school.

"The killer seems to know our school quite well." Director Crow hinted: "You three weren’t in the school last night. Can you tell me where you were?"

"My apartment got robbed; all the furniture inside was destroyed. In my current state, I dare not continue staying on the school ground." Han Fei chuckled coldly: "I don’t have the capability or motive to kill. In fact, I might be the next target."

Director Crow nodded; he didn’t suspect Han Fei as the killer either.

"I was out checking the assessment route last night. This was an assignment from the principal, and I had no time to run to the other side of the school to kill anyone." Ma Jing adjusted his glasses, giving a faint glance at Yan Lan, the terrifying woman he had in mind as a suspect.

"Yan Lan, what were you doing last night?" Director Crow’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice subtly changing.

"Out hunting, killing ghosts." Yan Lan’s reply was succinct.

"Is that so?" Director Crow opened the file, revealing photos of Xu Hui’s corpse: "Xu Hui was killed by someone punching through his chest from behind. Only you in the school could do it, Yan Lan."

"If it were me, the first to shatter wouldn’t be the spine, but the ribs." Yan Lan’s voice carried no emotion: "I strike only from the front."

"You have a point." Director Crow casually tossed the file folder into the trash can. "The main reason I called you all here is to issue a warning: do not let any more incidents occur. Since Xu Hui is dead, I can redistribute his class’s quota to other classes, but I hope you understand to act within limits."

"Understood." Ma Jing bowed his head respectfully.

"All of you should stay at the school today. The principal should return this afternoon, and then I will gather all the teachers to draw lots to select the assessment locations for each class." Director Crow indicated for the three to leave, but Yan Lan stayed rooted to the spot. "Do you have anything else?"

"If Xu Hui is dead, do we still need to draw lots?"

"Of course." Director Crow stated firmly. "Go back to your classes. Cherish your last moments together."

The three walked out of the office, and after Ma Jing left, Han Fei quietly asked Yan Lan, "What does drawing lots mean?"

Yan Lan gave Han Fei a puzzled look and slowly explained, "The assessment locations for the eight classes are different. There is one White Building, one Black Building, and six Red Mansions. If you draw the White Building, the whole class can practically survive, but if you draw the Black Building, even the teacher might not make it out alive."

"I heard Director Crow say these locations were chosen by the principal?"

"That’s right. The principal has a special connection with the Black Building. The so-called assessment is in fact a trade." Yan Lan felt troubled. She was not the one who killed Xu Hui, nor was it Han Fei, because they were together last night. But apart from them, who else would dare to kill a teacher at school?

"I see." Han Fei followed Yan Lan, showing no intention of returning to his class.

"Are you planning to follow me indefinitely?" If it weren’t for being at school, Yan Lan might have already punched him. She knew Han Fei was acting, but she was in a bind over confronting him.

"Um... could I borrow your courseware for my students? Is that convenient?"

Clutching a thick stack of materials, Han Fei returned satisfied to Class Seven, where thirty students focused diligently on absorbing all the knowledge without needing his attention.

"Today will be self-study as usual. Just ignore my presence." Han Fei placed all the materials on the podium. "If you feel I’m a distraction, I can stay in the corridor."

Kids as self-disciplined as those in Class Seven are rare, and teachers as conscientious as Han Fei are even rarer. A special understanding existed between them, needing no words; a single glance could convey much.

"These are materials I got from other classes. You’ll have to judge their authenticity on your own. I’ll just leave them here and hope they help you."

Han Fei’s memory was excellent, skimming through pages rapidly. After writing "self-study" in large characters on the blackboard, he began reading quickly, handing each finished piece of courseware to the students in the front row.

Class time ended swiftly, and Han Fei filled the blackboard with what he considered key points.

When the bell rang, Han Fei picked up a small chair and stepped down from the podium. "Today’s class is over. I won’t disturb you any longer."

Under the students’ gaze, Han Fei "struggled" to carry the chair out of Class Seven’s classroom.

To minimize disturbance for the children, Han Fei sat alone at the stairwell, and when the bell rang again, he picked up his chair and stealthily sat by the back door of another classroom.

Possessing art appreciation skills and skilled at observing strangers through micro-facial expressions, Han Fei wanted to see how the other teachers on campus were.

Initially embarrassed, he gradually freed himself, making no attempts at concealment, pressing his face against the rear window like a supervising headmaster.

"The general educational direction of this school is not wrong, helping students develop the power of their personalities and then training each student differently."

On the surface, the school indeed seemed to be nurturing talents in Xinhu to counter ghosts and monsters.

"Strange, something feels odd..."

"Hey!" The classroom door was flung open, and Wang Chuqing, the head of Class Five, stormed out with a stern expression. "Do you have any business here?"

"I just wanted to listen to you teach." Han Fei picked up the chair behind him, ready to switch to the next classroom.

"Why are you, a teacher, sneaking around other classes during lesson time?" Wang Chuqing’s scarred face twisted incongruously with his menacing appearance, a stark contrast to his gentle name.

"Alright, the truth is I wanted to ask you something." Han Fei lowered his voice. "Do you still have any ghost blood? Name your price."

"Do your students know you’re trading their lives?" Wang Chuqing had no respect for such individuals. He held Gao Cheng in contempt. "I gave you my last bottle of ghost blood. Leave, and don’t get any ideas."

"Could you tell me if you got that ghost blood from that building?" Han Fei sneered, showing a sinister grin. "I’m living on borrowed time, and a madman will go to any lengths."

"B4 District Red Mansion—Taste Pavilion." Wang Chuqing shut the classroom door. "There’s more than one grudge there. You’re courting death going now."

After Wang Chuqing’s warning, a system prompt echoed in Han Fei’s brain.

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have triggered the Shrine Random Task—Blood Banquet."

"Blood Banquet: Enter the Taste Pavilion, participate in the blood banquet, and survive until the end of the feast."