Teacher Prin said it had been several days since he last visited the Butterfly Club, so after the morning classes ended, he went straight into hiding there.
His reason was that it was quiet enough and suited him very well—more importantly, he had discovered that inside the Butterfly Club, he did not even need to wear gloves.
Once he removed the white gloves from his hands, he could touch everything in the Butterfly Club.
The tables and chairs he touched did not decay, and the flowers he touched did not wither... Here, the Power of Death in his hands seemed to be completely isolated. This excited Teacher Prin so much that he nearly touched every furnishing in the Butterfly Club.
Oh, and the tea brewed by Luo Qiu, the club president, was delicious.
"You've been away for several days. Did anything special happen?" Luo Qiu asked Teacher Prin casually, as though they were still old acquaintances who had known each other for a long time.
"Nothing at school." Teacher Prin blinked. "There shouldn't have been anything outside school either... I don't know what you would consider special."
"Teacher, you're already quite special." Boss Luo smiled.
Teacher Prin shook his head. "You already know almost everything about me. By rights, I shouldn't be special to you anymore."
Boss Luo blinked. "Teacher, you still haven't told me where your ability came from... When we first met, didn't you say you had been abandoned outside a church?"
Teacher Prin thought for a while before slowly saying, "This ability seems to be innate. As I grew up, it steadily grew stronger as well. But ultimately, I don't really know why I possess it."
"Generally speaking, if it wasn't caused by some sudden mutation, it might have been inherited through your bloodline." Boss Luo asked