I traveled through Genshin Impact, and there was a chat group.

Himeko immediately stood up straight and hurriedly walked towards the principal's office.

"I'm going to check on the children."

See you later.

Ryusuke was startled.

"So urgent?"

"OK…"

Before Ryusuke could finish speaking, Himeko hurriedly rushed out of the principal's office.

Only Ryusuke remained, sitting on the sofa.

"Guiji" let out a long sigh.

Indeed, he was not Himeko's biological father.

But the love is real.

Destruction is also real.

Gui Ji raised his head, his gaze falling on the void above the Hui Shi Academy.

A robot lurked in the shadows, its sights fixed on him.

The robot raised its hand, and a faint yellow light gathered in its palm. Gui Ji felt a sense of crisis, as if his scalp was about to explode, spread throughout his body.

Haha.

It seems some things don't really welcome me.

However, it's understandable.

Clearly, the guy named Sivir had a backup plan for these children.

Gui Ji's expression became quite complex.

Confirming Himeko's authenticity...

No rush.

As for now…

Let him play the role of a father properly first.

Ryusuke stood up, his face beaming with excitement.

He ran out of the Painting World Academy excitedly, like a child who had received his favorite toy.

……

Two chapters. Sorry, I've finally succumbed to depravity.

I've been thinking about a new book so much lately that I'm almost having a mental breakdown. This part is a bit stuck, and I need to clear my head.

Chapter 416: March 7's gaze reminded Yang of an old friend.

"Ugh."

Inside the corridor.

On Sunday, I held my student ID and sighed.

Being late for the very first class, that's really...

unbelievable.

But Sunday really didn't expect that this place would lead him into a painting.

It took me a while to figure out the principle behind the painting, and I finally broke free from it on Sunday.

But just as I came out, the school bell rang, and my classroom was on the other side.

He had to run all the way to the classroom.

It's even worse than gold dust.

On Sunday, he put away his student ID and muttered something to himself.

"Hopefully, the rules of this game don't mean you lose if you're late."

"Sunday?"

A surprised voice suddenly rang out from behind the old man. Sunday turned around and saw Himeko.

"Himeko?"

On Sunday, she looked at the other person in surprise, a look of joy flashing in her eyes.

I've finally found a friend!

"What are you doing...?"

Himeko looked at Sunday and asked in surprise.

"I'm late."

On Sunday, he was quite straightforward and didn't hide anything, telling everyone what had happened.

Himeko covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Let's go, this game probably doesn't have the rules you're thinking of."

"Because the person playing the teacher in the classroom now is Walter Young."

"And the school's principal..."

"He is my father."

At least on the surface, he is still his father.

Himeko silently added to herself, without saying it aloud.

She didn't completely trust Ryusuke, who was sitting in his office.

Sunday paused for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.

what is this?

Openly and legitimately using back channels?

The two immediately headed toward the classroom occupied by the others.

Himeko stood by the classroom window, peering inside.

On March 7th, Xing was seen scratching his head and looking at an exam paper.

Haha.

Walter Young still teaches history.

And just like with Kiana, Welt Yang found a problem...

There are still no multiple-choice questions.

Of course, he only looked for major events related to the collapse of the Ironclad, such as the fall of the Immortal Ship Cangcheng.

Looking at the vast expanse of the stars, it should be relatively simple.

Unfortunately.

Walter Young encountered the stars and March 7th.

Xing was alright; he learned a lot from the Black Tower when he played the simulated universe game, but it all ended on March 7th.

Her mind went blank.

Fireworks and sparks were secretly competing, but no one caused trouble in class.

A knock sounded at the door, and Walter Young immediately looked up to see Sunday giving Old Yang an awkward smile.

"Sorry, something went wrong. It took me a lot of effort to escape from the painting."

"In the painting?"

Walter Young paused, turned his head, and saw the machine standing by the window.

Himeko smiled and waved to Old Yang.

Yang pondered for a moment, then looked back at Sunday.

On Sunday, I stood at the door, at attention, ramrod straight.

He seemed to genuinely consider himself a late student.

"Please sit wherever you like, as long as it's safe."

A Sunday laugh.

Spark immediately raised her head, staring wide-eyed at the two of them in astonishment.

"Teacher, doesn't he have to stand as punishment?"

I was just threatened by Lao Yang with being made to stand as punishment!

Before Walter Young could respond, Sunday gave a casual reply and then smiled at Spark.

"I'll stand; it won't take much effort."

After all, he'd already walked for almost two hours, so a little more wouldn't make a difference.

Walter Young simply nodded. Spark was about to speak when Star, standing nearby, looked directly at Sunday and brazenly pressed for an answer.

"Old Rahman, Old Rahman, where is that painting that's trapping you?"

Sunday, having casually found a spot to stand, gave a wry smile.

He looked up and, sure enough, Walter Young's face was full of black lines.

Sunday promptly shut her mouth. Old Yang darted over to Xing's side in two quick steps and tapped her on the head!

"Go stand outside the door!"

Xing smiled sheepishly, didn't resist, and immediately ran out.