After that night, the long-missing students finally returned to normal.
They had only lost a portion of their memories and could not recall what they had gone through at all.
Nor could they find X Club's hideout.
In the principal's office, Xie Chen crossed one leg over the other and chewed on the end of his pen as he pondered for a long while. Finally, he reached a conclusion. "It should be traumatic memory impairment."
"Wasn't it one of those Daoist techniques from Hua Nation films?" The principal gestured exaggeratedly.
"Old man, have you been watching too much mystical stuff?" Xie Chen shot him a sidelong glance. "Believe in science."
How could it possibly have been a Daoist technique?
It was just some crooked, evil magic!
"Really?" The principal looked disappointed. "I was hoping to take the opportunity to study it."
He paused and shifted his curious gaze to Huo Wenye. "I've been thinking these past two days about where I've seen you before."
"Now I finally have a clue."
"Didn't Professor Smith bring you back to the dorm before?!"
The moment Xie Chen heard that, he hurriedly stood up. "Old man, don't talk nonsense. Dorms used to be managed so strictly—when were outsiders ever allowed in?!"
"And... I don't remember anything at all!"
The more he spoke, the more guilty he felt, deliberately driving the scenes from his dreams out of his mind.
"Really?" The principal began doubting himself. "Did I remember wrong?"
"I just remembered, I have class," Xie Chen said, getting to his feet. He had barely taken a step before turning back. "Old man, the mission's done. Don't forget my year-end bonus!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget!" The principal, normally stern and reserved in front of students, now smiled with warm kindness.
Xie Chen headed straight