He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Lin Yue turned her head sharply, searching through the stream of memories for the figure of that young homeroom teacher.

But the young man who once handed her iodine, stood up for her, and let her sit in a folding chair to do her homework disappeared completely when she needed him most.

Lin Yue felt a tightness and pain in her chest.

She knew better than anyone what this meant.

Once you peel away that veneer of warmth and affection, what remains is the stark truth.

An adult male abused his position to harm a minor student.

After the truth came out, they chose the most despicable method.

Ran.

They threw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, along with her unborn child, into the midst of that pack of vicious dogs.

The screen jumps for the last time.

late at night.

The fourth floor of the dormitory building.

Room 404.

The girl sat on the bed near the door.

His hair was disheveled, and there were two dark circles under his eyes.

The school uniform was covered in dirt and tears, and it could no longer cover the abdomen.

The three roommates were unusually quiet today, climbing into bed early and each pulling the covers over their heads to sleep.

The corridor was deathly silent.

The girl slowly pulled a box of matches from under her pillow.

She polished one.

The orange flames danced on her fingertips, illuminating her clean-looking face.

But those eyes were completely empty.

No tears.

There was no fear.

There was not even hatred.

There is only one kind of utterly empty, deathly ashes, quiet to the extreme.

She lowered her head and looked at her slightly protruding belly.

His lips moved slightly.

Lin Yue didn't hear what she said.

But next second.

The girl threw the burning match into the pile of old newspapers and scraps of paper under the bed.

The fire spread much faster than Lin Yue had imagined.

The dry paper and the old wooden bed frame were instantly set ablaze.

Orange flames climbed up the bed sheet, licked the mosquito net, and ignited the curtains.

The entire room transformed into a furnace within seconds.

The three roommates were awakened by the thick smoke, screamed and jumped out of bed, frantically squeezed past the girl, pushed open the door and escaped into the hallway.

Not a single person turned around and pulled her up.

The screams and running sounds in the corridor were deafening.

The entire building was in a frantic escape.

The girl remained seated on the bed, which was now completely engulfed in flames.

Not moving at all.

The flames engulfed her school uniform.

They burned her hair.

It burned her skin.

She finally moved.

He slowly turned his head.

Through the rolling flames and thick smoke, those empty eyes were precisely locked on a certain direction in the doorway.

A young man who had just run up from downstairs was standing in that direction.

He stood at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, swept backward by the flow of people.

The two people stared at each other across the entire corridor.

The girl's lips slowly opened and closed in the flames.

This time, Lin Yue heard it clearly.

"teacher."

Why didn't you come to save me?

The young homeroom teacher was trembling violently.

He took half a step forward.

A large group of students fleeing for their lives rushed past him, knocking him backward.

He did not go any further.

Turning around, I followed the flow of people and disappeared around the corner of the stairs, while the flames completely engulfed dormitory 404.

Lin Yue stood in the middle of the corridor, and her whole world shattered.

All the images, all the sounds, all the temperatures collapsed and disintegrated in the same instant.

The whole world turned into darkness.

Just then, she suddenly felt someone holding her hand.

"Don't panic."

"I'll take you away!"

That familiar force, without any restraint.

The way she pulled him was like dragging a suitcase, but Lin Yue's lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

It's Yang Guang!

Yang Guang's voice rang out again in the darkness, still in that extremely annoying tone: "Lift your feet higher."

Don't step on things you shouldn't step on.

"There might be nails or something in the memory fragments of this thing."

"I don't know if stepping on your police boots will qualify for a workers' compensation claim, but it certainly won't work on the soles of your feet."

For the first time ever, Lin Yue did not refute.

She gripped that hand tightly and followed Yang Guang step by step forward.

Darkness peeled away around them, layer by layer, until the blinding incandescent light suddenly burst into their field of vision.

Lin Yue narrowed her eyes slightly.

When her eyes readjusted to the light, she froze on the spot.

It's still dormitory 404.

It was still that charred iron bed frame.

The lingering acrid smell in the air was still pungent.

The white paint on the walls is still there, and the aluminum alloy window frames are still there.

Everything was exactly the same as before they came in.

But everyone's situation has completely changed.

The principal slumped to the ground by the door, two buttons on his suit jacket popped open, and his already sparse hair was now standing on end.

It looks like he's been struck by lightning.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

And the head of teaching.

This fat pig usually walks sideways.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner of the dormitory, his whole body shrunk into a two-hundred-pound ball of flesh.

That normally shiny, reflective braised egg was now completely soaked in cold sweat.

A large patch of sweat had seeped into the back of his suit.

He was wailing and crying.

His face was covered in snot and tears, and he was crying so hard it was heartbreaking.

He looked like a 200-pound giant baby who had suffered a great injustice.

But Lin Yue had no desire to laugh this time.

Her hands clenched tightly.

Those images were still swirling in her mind.

A girl in a patched school uniform, a centipede stuffed under a pillow, iodine solution that no one came to pick up, and a young man who turned and ran away.

Every frame made her chest burn.

Lin Yue stepped forward and kicked the headmaster's fat belly.

But the kick didn't land.

Yang Guang quickly pulled her aside, saying, "No, no, no! He weighs over 100 kilograms. If you kick him, you'll be the one who breaks a bone."

"Not worth it."

Lin Yue suddenly turned her head and glared at him, the veins in her neck bulging.

Yang Guang did not dodge.

He simply met her gaze and shook his head slightly.

Lin Yue slowly withdrew her foot.

She took half a step back.

He gripped his belt buckle tightly with both hands, feeling an overwhelming surge of energy with nowhere to go.

She gritted her teeth, staring at the heap of flesh slumped on the ground, and said, word by word, "What else do you have to say?"

The head of student affairs huddled in the corner, covering his shiny head with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I was wrong……"

"I was really wrong..."

"I shouldn't have run away back then..."

"I shouldn't have run away!"

His voice was completely hoarse, and every word was muffled by phlegm and snot.

But everyone understood it perfectly.

Lin Yue clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles cracked.

"Twenty years."

"You have absolutely no idea what's going on after twenty years?"

"You're still here every day as the dean of students at this school, going in and out of the building where she died?"

"You didn't have any nightmares?"

The head of the teaching department buried his head in his knees, not daring to look up.

He was shaking like a leaf.

The principal got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

He didn't speak, but stared at the back of the dean's head for a long time before saying irritably, "You've known all these years."

"The case report from back then stated that the fire was an accident and caused by aging electrical circuits."

"You know perfectly well that it's not true!"