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Chapter 80: I can no longer bring myself to say such things.

Chapter 81: I can no longer bring myself to say such things.

"Mocking? How could that be?"

Ye Wen opened his eyes wide: "You are my beloved teacher!"

Nangong Chiyue retorted, "I don't think I've even officially started teaching you yet, have I? Where did this respect and affection come from?"

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

Ye Wen said in a matter-of-fact tone, "To be able to put on such a dignified expression with such a cute face and such a small body."

"Doesn't this deserve my respect?"

Nangong Chiyue: "————"

"Are you really not here to mock me?"

"Teacher Nangong, you're so adorable, how could I bear to mock you?"

Ye Wen pulled up a chair and sat down next to Nangong Chiyue.

Nangong Chiyue sighed, took out a paper fan hidden in her sleeve, and gently patted Ye Wen's forehead: "How many times have I told you, don't use 'cute' to refer to your teacher."

The next second, Nangong Chiyue watched as Ye Wen tore open the packaging of the tiger-skin chicken feet and brazenly began eating them in her office.

Nangong Chiyue: "?"

Wasn't that the gift you bought for me as an apology? How did you end up eating it?

Seemingly noticing Nangong Chiyue's gaze, Ye Wen looked up and asked, "Teacher, do you want some too?"

"I won't eat it."

Nangong Chiyue shook her head: "You know, that's not what I want."

"Fingers, Jashin Scarlet's fingers, I want those."

She stared intently at Ye Wen's stomach: "We finally found one, and you ate it—no, how could you eat that?"

Nangong Chiyue thought about it all night, not because she figured it out, but because dawn broke.

Is it some kind of smokescreen?

Thinking of this, Nangong Chiyue's gaze towards Ye Wen's stomach became increasingly strange.

"Hey, teacher, your gaze is weird." Ye Wen used the packaging of the tiger-skin chicken feet to cover his body. "Let's talk."

"Teacher, what do you need that finger for?"

Nangong Chiyue said listlessly, "Do you think I would tell someone I've only known for one day something so important?"

Why not?

Ye Wen smiled and said, "Maybe after hearing about your experience, I'll be moved to tears and determined to help you find your second finger."

Snapped.

The paper fan pressed down the ahoge (cowlick) on Ye Wen's head.

"Don't flirt with the teacher."

Nangong Chiyue glared at Ye Wen, but her expression quickly turned melancholy.

"If it were you, explaining it briefly shouldn't be a problem."

"Of course, that's assuming that sneaky twin tails stop peeping."

After saying that, Nangong Chiyue snapped her fingers.

Ye Wen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if something enormous had swept past him in that instant, without a sound.

A second later, he heard an "ah" from the treetop outside the window, and then nothing more.

Let's observe 2.5 seconds of silence for Corday, whose fate remains unknown.

"Okay, let's continue."

Nangong Chiyue raised her delicate, snow-white arm, letting it bask in the sunlight. For a moment, it even had a transparent, crystal-like quality.

"She should have told you that I am one of the thirteen True Ancestors of the Vampire Clan, right?"

Ye Wen nodded: "Yes, she talked a lot about heaven, hell, and the Witcher."

Nangong Chiyue asked, "So what are your thoughts?"

Ye Wen said bluntly, "I think you're very cute, teacher."

Nangong Chiyue: "

Just when she thought she would be shocked by Ye Wen's remarks again, she was surprised to find that she had gotten used to it and was even too lazy to correct him.

She was shocked by her own transformation, and in a way, she was also shocked by Ye Wen.

"Thanks."

Now that things had come to this, Nangong Chiyue could only accept Ye Wen's praise. She gently tapped the table with her paper fan, making a rhythmic sound.

"Logically speaking, there should only be twelve ancestors among the vampires."

Nangong Chiyue began to explain her own background: "My existence is a kind of variable outside of fate, a miracle born from hell."

She gave a self-deprecating laugh: "But what good can a miracle obtained from hell possibly be?"

"I am incomplete."

Nangong Chiyue placed her hand on her chest: "It's incomplete."

"I see."

Ye Wen pondered: "Teacher Nangong should have been a 1.8-meter-tall mature woman, but because of her disability, she became a 1.4-meter-tall loli? — Ah."

Ye Wen touched his forehead: "I got hit by Teacher Nangong again."

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Nangong Chiyue gracefully fanned herself with her open paper fan, calming herself down: "The incompleteness I'm referring to isn't physical, it's spiritual."

Teacher Nangong even went out of her way to explain to Ye Wen, "She really made me cry."

"Because of the lack and incompleteness of my soul, I am ridiculously weak compared to other True Ancestors, and I have also been affected in many other aspects."

"I want to get back the part of me that I lost, and the body of the evil god Fei is one way to do that."

"I don't know if you, as a human being, can understand this feeling. It's as if I, as an individual, am a huge jigsaw puzzle. It's already pieced together in many places, but it's missing in a few key areas."

"You know you're missing something, and you want to get it back, but you're powerless to do anything about it. You can only watch this emptiness exist in your soul, forever and ever."

Nangong Chiyue chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I've said so much, but you still wouldn't understand, right? — Hmm?"

She gasped in surprise as Ye Wen suddenly grabbed her hand.

"I know it all too well."

Ye Wen almost burst into tears for Nangong Chiyue on the spot. This was practically a description of himself. Who could understand? The two years of blank space were impossible to trace. He finally found a shortcut, but Li Li blocked it.

Ye Wen could totally understand the feeling Nangong Chiyue was describing.

"You—"

Looking at Ye Wen's expression, Nangong Chiyue knew he was serious. Ye Wen could truly understand her feelings, and for some reason, she felt a sense of closeness, a feeling of shared suffering.

Although she didn't know what Ye Wen had lost, seeing his sad expression, Nangong Chiyue still got up and reached out to pat Ye Wen's head.

"Let's cheer each other on!"

"To find what we've lost."

The next second, the preparation bell rang.

Ye Wen's expression changed instantly, reverting to his usual deadpan demeanor: "You're right, Teacher Nangong, let's work hard together."

"But it seems like the next class is yours. As it's your first class since you came to school, it looks like you haven't prepared any materials. Is that really okay?"

It was visibly obvious that Teacher Nangong's expression froze.

broken.

Her original plan was to take the finger and leave; the art teacher was just a fake identity she had prepared to infiltrate the school.

As a result, she lost her finger and still didn't know why she was still in school. Classes were about to start, and she hadn't even prepared any teaching materials.

the most important is.

Now that things have come to this, it's probably too embarrassing to admit that you, as an art teacher, can't draw at all, right?

Nangong Chiyue fell into a long silence.

Ye Wen tilted his head in confusion: "Teacher, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Is it the network card?"

Nangong Chiyue: "————"

She grasped Ye Wen's hand in return.

"Ye Wen, can you do me a favor?"

She blinked, as if she was trying to look cute.

"Can you draw?"

Ye Wen puffed out his chest and said confidently, "Of course."

"When I was in Hawaii—"