Back to being a slacker-I'm back!

The monster pursed its lips unhappily; it sensed the perfunctory attitude.

Ye Yanran saw this and teased her deliberately, "Don't like it? Then let's change it. Your name will be Ye Jiang. Your surname will be Ye, the same as mine."

She was teasing Him on purpose; her voice was even tinged with laughter.

There was also resentment.

The real Ye Jiang had promised to go to the Special Affairs Office but then disappeared; she deliberately took the other person's name and gave it to someone else.

Ye Yanran knew when to stop. "I was just kidding, I was serious about giving you a name..."

"Okay," the monster suddenly spoke.

ah?

Ye Yanran's smile froze. Oh no, she'd gone too far.

"Um, no, I think..."

The monster ignored her, lowered its head, and opened its book to itself.

It's called a book, but to be precise, it's a booklet; once you open it, it's full of pictures.

It's a toy catalog.

"Jia Le is a child prodigy, a PhD in physics, and also quite talented in mechanical design. The toys in this booklet are designs he created for a company..." Qin Xiu said from above, her serious voice tinged with pride.

Below, the monster touched the toy in the booklet with its webbed fingers.

Chapter 157 Back to Being a Lazy Bum!

After completing the inspection, the monster didn't care what the humans would think of the jumbled mess of code; it returned to the room the humans had set up.

Humans treat Him very well, except for one thing: they don't allow Him to go out.

The monster didn't care; the small room couldn't contain it, and it was simply that it didn't want to go out.

The young man would sometimes appear in the room. He wouldn't speak when he appeared, he would just look at Him. He wouldn't drive him away. Sometimes He would feel strange, as if he had become accustomed to the presence of this fellow being as accustomed to a breath of air.

That day, the young man came again, and the two silent monsters stared at each other in the room. Just as they were looking at each other, the human named Ye Yanran knocked on the door and came in. Ye Yanran came every day, and today, she brought a stack of books.

"Ye, Ye Jiang, aren't you interested in books? Good interests are worth cultivating!" Ye Yanran announced, patting the book. She felt a little awkward when calling out the monster's name, as if she were calling out another person at the same time, which was strange.

The monster glanced at the stack of books. Ye Yanran, sensing its gaze, suppressed the fleeting complex emotions within her and unfolded a book towards it. "Hey, you're really interested! Well then, starting today, I'll teach you to read!"

Ye Yanran once asked the monster if it could read, but the monster did not answer. Ye Yanran then assumed that it could not, or had forgotten, since it had even forgotten its own name.

Literacy?

The monster chewed on those two words, not refusing, but genuinely showing some interest.

Ye Yanran saw through His thoughts and was overjoyed. She excitedly moved all the books she had brought to the coffee table, then took out paper and pen, beckoning the monster over. "Come here, come here, let me teach you how to write your name first!"

Ye Yanran had even prepared the brush and ink in advance. She spread out the paper and picked up the brush with a practiced air, but before she could put pen to paper, her ramblings came out before she could write anything, "Ye Jiang, you're in luck! I've won calligraphy awards. With me as your teacher, once you're cured, you might be able to make a living with this skill!"

After uttering this bunch of meaningless ramblings that the monster deemed pointless, she finally put down her pen.

The truth is, although there may be some exaggeration involved, Ye Yanran's handwriting is indeed quite good, and she writes in one go.

After Ye Yanran finished writing, she blew on the paper and proudly stepped aside to let the monster see her work. "How is it? I wrote very well, right?"

The monster remained silent, only looking down at the three words on the paper.

Three.

The monster can't read, but it can count.

So, why are there three characters?

Ye Yanran to the characters and taught him to recognize them one by one. "Ye, Yan, Ran".

She looked up at the monster, revealing two rows of small white teeth. "My name."

Ye Yanran claimed she was teaching monsters to write their names, but she started by teaching them her own name, which was absurd.

She was demonstrating calligraphy, even though the student in front of her was a complete beginner.

monster. "."

Oh, so that's the other person's name.

No wonder it's three words.

The monster didn't yet know the meaning of "unreliable," but it had already become familiar with it from a certain human.

Suddenly, He didn't want to learn from this kind of person anymore.

Ye Yanran noticed his aversion to studying in time and immediately took out a notebook. "No, no, that doesn't count, let's start learning properly now!"

The monster stayed to learn, and Ye Yanran was really serious this time, starting by teaching it pinyin. The monster learned very quickly, far exceeding Ye Yanran's expectations; she had thought that the Living Dead's brain wasn't sharp enough.

Having quickly mastered pinyin and memorized hundreds of characters, Ye Yanran, her hands trembling, stopped teaching. Forcing herself to remain calm, she said that learning shouldn't be rushed, and they would continue tomorrow. With that, she packed her things to leave. The monster watched her, its single eye revealing displeasure.

Ye Yanran noticed his mood, smiled, and explained, "Ye Jiang, I know you're smart, and this amount of learning isn't much for you. I'm willing to continue teaching you, but it's really not possible today."

She pointed upstairs, "I have to go upstairs to teach the other Living Dead. I taught you, so I have to teach them too; I can't favor one over the other."

The monster thought this was an excuse, that she didn't want to continue teaching her, and that the creature upstairs was just an inanimate object.

Ye Yanran left, but she left behind all the books she had brought. The monster picked up a book and tried to read it. Because it couldn't read many words, it didn't read very smoothly, but it understood that the books Ye Yanran left behind weren't serious books; they were all novels. The monster read them with little interest.

At this moment, the young man who had been staying in the room walked over. The monster turned to look at him; it had now gotten used to turning its head to look at people instead of moving its eyes directly.

The youth came to His side.

"Can I use this?" the young man asked, referring to the paper and pen on the coffee table in front of him.

The monster acquiesced, and the young man picked up his pen and wrote two words.

Ye Jiang.

He wrote down those two words and read them softly.

"This is your name," he said.

Then he picked up his pen again and wrote two characters.

Rong Yin.

He said that was his name.

As he spoke, he slightly raised his usually silent eyes, gazing at the monster, and a dazzling light bloomed in his dark pupils.

That wasn't a flower, it was just shimmering light.

*

The monster continued to learn from Ye Yanran. It learned so quickly that it astonished its teacher. Ye Yanran quickly ended its literacy instruction and began to teach it some common sense, while also subtly introducing some human laws. She secretly wanted the law to cleanse the monster, thinking that a person as intelligent as the monster would need some restraint after it recovered from its illness and returned to normal life.

But whether it's common sense or the law, the monster only listens selectively, having learned to be willful and only remembering what it wants to remember.

When common sense was no longer relevant, Ye Yanran began telling the monster stories—stories of heroes and chivalrous figures who would help those in need. She loved these kinds of stories and was much more excited than during class. The more excited Ye Yanran became, the colder the monster grew, often staring indifferently at her flushed face. Ye Yanran was also quite willful, getting excited on her own.

--Do you want to be a hero?

Once, Ye Yanran telling a story when the monster looked at her with this kind of gaze.

Monsters rarely speak, Ye Yanran had learned to interpret their meaning from their barely changing eyes. This time, she understood as well, and suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, she suddenly smiled.

"Right?" she said. "Otherwise, how could I have taken on this hot potato of the Living Dead? Xiao Jiang, you don't know, once I heal you all and this mission is successfully completed, it will be a great achievement that will go down in history."

She said that with a smile.

That day, Ye Yanran did not finish telling the heroic story of the day.

She went upstairs, saying that the Living Dead upstairs were not like monsters; half a month had passed, and they were still only at the literacy stage. She would have to spend more time and effort on them.

Every time Ye Yanran left the monster's place, she would say she was going upstairs to teach the Living Dead. The monster never believed her, thinking it was just an excuse for a human to leave. This time, when Ye Yanran left, He followed her, wanting to see what she would do after deceiving Him.

The monster followed her all the way until it saw Ye Yanran upstairs, enter the specially modified room, and start her class.

Ye Yanran had never lied; she really did go to teach the Living Dead a lesson.

This human was truly impartial. Although she was pleasantly surprised by the monster's uniqueness, she never abandoned the other Living Dead, just as she herself said, showing no favoritism.

The Living Dead upstairs are living, dead creatures. They are violent and bloodthirsty, and humans are attacked as soon as they enter. Ye Yanran dodges while attending class with her books. If the Living Dead go too far, she will scold them in a frivolous way, like scolding an ignorant child, which is a bit comical.

The monster couldn't laugh; a slight ripple appeared in the single eye on its forehead.

Humans sometimes do things that seem meaningless.

The monster thought to itself, watching Ye Yanran shake her head and mutter something about failing, before walking into the next room of the Living Dead.

It wasn't just the monster looking at Ye Yanran; it also saw the other three people from the Special Affairs Office come and watch Ye Yanran teach the Living Dead for a while before leaving with complicated expressions.

They didn't go far, stopping in the stairwell, a silence spreading between them.

Of the three people in the Special Affairs Office, Deputy Director Pang Wen was a relative of the first Living Dead in the hospital; Secretary Qin Xiu was a relative of three Living Dead; and Technician Jia Le was a relative of the fourth Living Dead patient. Because they were the closest people to the Living Dead, they were discovered to have the ability to resist the aura of the Living Dead and were persuaded to come here and become employees of the Special Affairs Office. Because they were relatives of the Living Dead, they were willing to stay here to accompany their loved ones during treatment.