Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

Yu Fuli walked down the stairs until Lin Xun's figure was completely swallowed up by the corner at the end of her vision.

He sighed almost inaudibly, shook his head, but a hint of indulgence, unnoticed even by himself, played on the corners of his lips.

This child is becoming more and more affectionate.

Even though she's almost as tall as me, she still instinctively snuggles into someone's arms whenever there's any noise.

But that fleeting glimpse—the almost empty expression on the boy's pale face—was like a tiny thorn, piercing his heart.

That wasn't fear, at least not entirely.

Yu Fuli paused slightly, silently calling out from the depths of her mind: "System, retrieve Lin Xun's recent behavioral data and emotional fluctuation records."

[Command received. Monitoring in progress... Core target Lin Xun's emotional curve shows normal stress fluctuations, and his behavioral logic conforms to the original work's pattern of restrained yet explosive outbursts. No key character setting deviations detected. World stability parameters: Normal. No abnormal alerts.]

The system's feedback was clear and swift. Yu Fuli's brow furrowed slightly.

There was no alarm.

This actually made the strange feeling in his heart clearer.

Lin Xun is the core of this small world; his behavior and emotional reactions directly affect the stability of the world.

But if that almost broken expression just now had truly shattered her original persona, the world wouldn't be so peaceful, and the system wouldn't be silent.

Could it be... that I'm just overthinking things?

Perhaps the child was simply startled by the sudden thunder, revealing a side of himself that he himself was unaware of—his most authentic and vulnerable side.

After all, no matter how precocious and patient he was, he was still just a teenager.

Yu Fuli looked up at the leaden sky outside the window. The thunder was fading and the rain was getting heavier.

He temporarily suppressed his doubts, attributing it to the normal range that the system had not issued any alarms.

Yu Fuli gently set aside her last remaining doubts.

Ultimately, with the system acting as a 24/7 monitor, any anomalies that exceed the framework of the plot will have nowhere to hide.

If the alarm doesn't sound, that's normal.

unless……

An almost absurd thought flashed through his mind—unless Lin Xun's acting skills were so superb that he could simultaneously deceive his own instincts, the world's perception, and even the monitoring of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

[Host, according to the rules of this world, this situation does not hold true.] The system's voice sounded at the opportune moment. [Assuming that the core character Lin Xun's underlying code is set to 'goodness,' then the starting point and ending point of all her behavioral logic must revolve around this core trait. Any persistent non-good behavior that contradicts this will be judged as a character breakdown, directly causing the underlying logical chain of this small world to break, i.e., collapse.]

"It sounds like your little world is quite fragile, prone to collapsing at the drop of a hat."

This was Yu Fuli's only feeling after hearing it.

[...] The system paused slightly. [This small world has indeed experienced several abnormal crashes and is currently in an observation and repair period following a forced restart. A certain degree of reasonable deviation in the plotline is permissible, but the core essence of the characters must not be shaken. Unless—]

"Unless what?" Yu Fuli asked curiously.

[Unless the target has broken free from the constraints of the small world's rules, achieved self-awakening, and gained partial world access, enabling them to rewrite or overwrite their original settings from the ground up. However, the probability of this is infinitesimally close to zero. Even if it occurs, there is absolutely no way to bypass the Quick Transmigration Bureau's monitoring.]

Yu Fuli did not respond further, but instead gazed thoughtfully out the window.

Raindrops began to tap intermittently on the glass, meandering down and blurring the exquisite college scenery outside the window.

The world is governed by such strict rules, and surveillance is so pervasive.

So, that momentary sense of unease was probably just an illusion caused by the light before the storm, and a child's unintentional slip of a genuine emotion due to a lack of security.

When Yu Fuli pushed open the door and returned to the office, she immediately saw the figure standing quietly by the desk by the window.

The young man stood tall and straight, dressed in a neat college uniform. His profile was gentle, and he was looking down at the lesson plan spread out on the table.

"Wen is here?" Yu Fuli closed the door behind her. "Have you been waiting long?"

The young man by the window turned around at the sound, revealing his usual gentle smile: "Teacher Yu. No, I just arrived too."

He paused, his smile deepening, his tone natural yet perfectly warm: "Teacher, just call me Qiao'an."

"Qiao'an." Yu Fuli readily agreed, walked to the table, and without much small talk, took out a not-too-thin document from the drawer and handed it to her. "Perfect, take a look at this first. What do you think?"

Wen Qiaoan took the paper with some doubt, pausing slightly when her fingertips touched it.

He looked down and flipped through the pages, his eyes quickly scanning the titles and the outline before them, and a look of surprise gradually appeared in his gentle eyes.

"This is?"

He turned the pages, slowing down as he read more carefully.

However, the more he looked, the more shocked he became; the content here did not seem to have been created overnight.