gossipy!"Dad not only didn't criticize me, but he nodded repeatedly and said, 'Good thing, good thing. Don't get yourself too stressed out. Let things take their course, welcome it with joy. Although..."Yeah, anything goes! Collecting homework, grading papers, taking attendance, making spreadsheets…"

“These are things a teacher should handle. If I give them to you, then what's the point of having a teacher”

What He's so professional

Teacher Ou tilted her head and thought for a moment, then whispered, "You reminded me, there are indeed some things I can delegate to you. A student club contacted me before about an event, but I was too lazy to attend. They hounded me for a whole week. You go in my place."

"Huh Someone's looking for you. With your good looks and charm, they must want to take advantage of your influence! I wouldn't go even if they asked me!" I waved my hand dismissively.

"Teacher Ou chuckled lightly, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Yin Luo, this name has been consistently ranking in the top three of the school beauty list for years. Your influence isn't any less than mine. Finding you is just right."

...I, **

What kind of school flower ranking list is this I don't even know when I got on the list.

My sister, that ethereal beauty, is actually ranked below me. And one of the reasons I made the list was: "She's so beautiful, but she looks scary."

"Very fierce Who wrote this reason, some sadist"

I was scrolling through the school forum on my phone, muttering about these idle college students.

Mr. Ou accompanied me for a short distance. He said very directly, "The student union wants to conduct research on autism and Asperger's syndrome, and they insist on involving me. I refuse to discuss academic issues with these students who only want to show their kindness, so you go in my place."

"Academic questions" I asked cautiously, "Are you here to substitute teach I haven't yet had the chance to ask what your field of expertise is—"

"... Harvard Uy Life Sciences and Medicine, are you interested" He looked at me with a smirk.

I was taken aback. How could this school still use English I couldn't hear clearly anyway, but it definitely felt high-class.

"Too powerful, too powerful! I'm leaving!" I saw the silver thread spat out by Feng Hun touch my finger. It must have finished casting the spell.

Feng Hun followed him, and on my end, I just needed to hold the thread, Mu Wan Chen could find his location.

I was about to make a run for it, afraid that other classmates would see me and think I had ulterior motives towards Mr. Ou, who was ridiculously popular. I couldn't withstand the onslaught of fangirls.

Teacher Ou didn't try to keep me. She pushed up her glasses and reminded me coldly, “Remember to do your work at the Student Council and just say I sent you.”

I...

To be honest, as a complete academic failure, I've never participated in student council activities. But last time we filmed a promotional video, I took Wang, the president, and his crew to our family park behind the house. The student council heard about it, and when I went to them, they were surprisingly enthusiastic.

"He probably thinks another laborer has arrived."

A vice president, a senior from the third year, said that the student council would conduct a survey and contacted a special hospital.

The hospital is located on the outskirts of town, very remote. The patients here tend to be those with tendencies towards autism and loneliness.

Because the Student Union heard that Professor Ou studied life sciences and medicine, they "naturally" invited him to be their advisor.

Probably Teacher Ou thought these students didn't understand anything, and they naturally treated him like a psychologist or something, so he wasn't willing to come.

"Well... what can I do" I awkwardly smiled, "I'm here to help Mr. Ou with his work, so please don't assign me anything too difficult."

The Vice President nodded and said, “You’re the school flower, just stand there and let the newspaper club take your picture. We wouldn't dare ask you to do any work! Just promote a bit, spread some positive energy, and appeal to our classmates to show their love.”

Sweat...

“Okay then When do we go”

If you're good, then tomorrow!

I simply thought it was just going to a special hospital to deliver some things and fill out some questionnaires, but when I got off the car, I realized that things weren't that simple.

The rusty iron gate, along with the serpentine barbed wire curving along the surrounding wall, sent chills down my spine.

This special hospital, which specializes in housing and treating autism and social anxiety disorders, emanates a faint sense of gloom.

I am now very suspicious. As soon as I got off the car, I felt something was wrong, so I immediately contacted Mu Wanchen to report it.

Other classmates didn't feel that way at all. The security guard took them to the hospital conference room and moved all the love-giving items inside, ready for distribution.

I snuck out and hid in the window of the hallway.

"Mu Wanchen..." I lowered my head and whispered softly to myself inside my collar.

His paper man replied softly, "Hmm, what is it"

I whispered, "... I think the atmosphere here is a bit off."

"How strange Hospitals are places of birth, aging, sickness, and death. It's normal for the energy to be chaotic. What you need to watch out for are the Dragon King's minions and the ancient monsters hiding in other realms. These two are one light and one dark. If you feel any danger, call me immediately." Mu Wanchen said.

"Well... I just feel like there's a strange aura here... kind of like what I felt when you were around."

"...What"

"I can't say for sure, I just feel like there's something here... maybe a Guiling or a ghost" I whispered.

"...I'll take care of things here and be right over. Don't run around."

"Mhm." I tucked the pouch back into my chest.

As soon as I turned around, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat stood a few steps away from me. He glared at me fiercely, which startled me.

"...What did you just say about ghosts" he asked in a hushed voice.

Oh no! I've been heard!

"You, you must have heard wrong..." I denied.

"Don't lie!" he growled through clenched teeth, then quickly looked around. There was only us in the corridor. The conference room a few steps away had its door open and lively chatter coming from inside.

He looked around nervously, then suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the safety exit.

"Hey hey, what are you doing! I'm going to call for help!" I was so scared I scrambled away desperately.

"Psst! Come here, I need to ask you something!" He quickly let go, signaling that he meant no harm.

"Ask whatever... just say it right here!" I stepped back, maintaining distance.

"Do you, can you see ghosts"

"Huh I widened my eyes, thinking the doctor still believed in ghosts"

“Answer quickly!” he said, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me with urgency.

He seems to have a story, otherwise why would he be so desperate to find me for "confirmation."

"You get what I mean, right Maybe I've watched too many horror movies and I'm being paranoid." I replied vaguely.

He was silent for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one was listening, then whispered: "I had a patient come in here a few days ago, brought by a so-called 'kind Samaritan'. I think she's... not right. Medicine can't explain it! If you can see those spooky things, maybe you could take a look and see what's going on"

"Oh... I'm just a student." I shook my head, declining.

What kind of "kind person" would bring a ghost to the hospital That sounds very suspicious.

"Just take a look! See if she's human or ghost!" The middle-aged doctor said with a tone of despair.rit or had been drained of all his vitality!"Who are you...what do you want from me" I couldn't help but take a step back, my hand gripping the doorknob."Who am I You don't know...who am I" The man pa...