Death was not an option.
As the saying went, as long as you weren't killed, you could stay alive.
The most urgent thing was not to panic!
After running laps around the office for quite a while, Huai Shi finally calmed down—at least on the surface...
Anyway, calm down, Huai Shi. The main god would never assign a certain-death missi—fuck the main god. His mind was a complete mess. In a dazed hallucination, he actually saw the phantom of a tattoo-covered blind man punching through all worlds and laughing proudly over the heavens.
Huai Shi shook his head fiercely, only to see the back of someone carrying a guqin and dancing electronic disco twist past him...
Unbelievable.
Wasn't this getting dangerously close to schizophrenia?
Anyway, don't panic. Sit down. Take a deep breath...
Huai Shi exhausted every ounce of rationality he had possessed in his life, suppressing the urge to cry, scream, and jump out the window. He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.
After some thought, careful analysis, and serious consideration, he reached a conclusion.
Oh God, I'm screwed!
"As things stand, there's only one way left!"
He abruptly opened his eyes and slammed his hand onto the coffee table, startling Yuan Yuan so badly that her phone fell to the floor. On the screen was a half-finished text message to Ye Su, a doctor at the school clinic.
What should I do if my teacher goes crazy? Waiting online, urgent...
Yuan Yuan hurriedly picked up her phone and was about to explain when Huai Shi suddenly appeared in front of her. His expression was strange and grave as both large hands pressed down on her shoulders.
Carrying familiar warmth.
So close.
In an instant, the girl's face burned bright red. She instinctively edged back a little.