“That He Rou student has some psychological issues.”
The teacher stood up from her seat, walked over to He Rou, reached out a hand to grab her arm, and placed it against her own chest.
With her other hand, she smoothed the hair on He Rou’s forehead.
“Huh?”
“You’re quite cute, you know. A sudden transfer student—how did you end up so introverted, even a little self-deprecating?”
“I… I’m sorry.”
He Rou didn’t know what to say, so she could only keep apologizing.
“Haha, it’s fine. Then… Xiao Rou? Can I call you that?”
“Uh… sure…”
“You’ve been assigned to my class, but the way you are now, you might not get along well with the other students. So… if anything comes up, remember, remember, remember—come straight to me. If those people start bothering you, even I, as your homeroom teacher, will have a hard time handling it.”
“Those people?”
“Xiao Rou, did you not look into the situation here at all before you came?”
“Sorry…”
“Haidi High School takes in the children of the entire nation’s top-tier figures—politics, business, sports, everything. The school bullying here is worse than what’s spread outside.”
The teacher let go of her hand, turned around, and sat back down at her desk.
“…”
“As a teacher, saying these things is really irresponsible. But this is how it is here. The bullying situation every year is a problem the school can barely manage.”
“…”
“I’ve seen your background. The only word for it is ‘miserable.’ So from now on, I’ll keep your file well hidden so those people can’t dig it up.”
“Th… thank you, Teacher.”
He Rou listened to what the teacher said and bowed deeply.
“After all, I’m a teacher. It’s only right to take care of students from disadvantaged families. Alright, look at the time—first period is almost over. I’ll take you to my classroom.”
The teacher picked up her jacket from beside her, stood up, straightened her hair, walked over to He Rou, took her hand again, and headed out.
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The weather today was clear, cloudless, with a blazing sun.
Luo Yun sat crouched on the rooftop, her hands bent around her knees, holding them close. In front of her was a tall railing.
The air on the rooftop was fresh.
Occasionally, a strong wind would blow, but most of the time it was just a light breeze.
When a sparrow passed by, she reached out her hand.
Looked at the hand that had slapped someone that morning.
Then she closed her eyes and began to recall.
Recalling the feel at that moment, the pain, the sound, everything about that person.
“…”
That person’s face was very soft.
It had been a long time since she’d seen her, and she was still that short.
Her whole body exuded a forced, put-on air.
She was like a child who had never grown up.
But Luo Yun didn’t mind.
The feeling of hurting others gave her heart an extremely, extremely, extremely satisfying thrill.
Ever since that day, she had put the idea of using He Rou as her antidote at the very bottom.
After all, she didn’t like someone who understood nothing.
In the three years of enduring, she had been searching.
Searching for something that could comfort her heart.
At first, it was cats and dogs.
But those were born as pets, so the comfort she got from them was there at the beginning—small, but at least it could moisten her throat.
But after slaughtering who knows how many cats and dogs, her heart could no longer be stirred by them.
Her father knew about all those pet incidents.
But that year, a global financial crisis happened (plot device, not matching real time or events).
He had lost his partner not long ago, still hadn’t walked out of the mental pain, and didn’t have a single person he could one hundred percent trust in the company.
He had to handle every major matter himself.
Luo Yun’s psychological issues also had to be dealt with by hiring a psychological counselor.
At first, everything was fine.
He saw his daughter becoming more and more obedient.
Then everything was great.
Luo Yun’s methods of hiding her actions became more and more covert.
At that time, Luo Yun became obsessed with the corpses of large animals.
Then live specimens, adults, juveniles, embryos.
She started learning how to raise them.
Raised them step by step until they grew up, and then, on an ordinary day, she would take out a knife, slowly slice them into a thousand pieces, torturing them while they were most conscious.
Watching them scream and thrash in pain, and finally, slowly die.
Luo Yun was very considerate.
She stayed by their side every time.
Until the very moment of death.
Every time a life ended, her gloomy heart would gradually brighten.
But…
Animal desires could no longer satisfy her.
She started learning to access the internet.
To reach the outside world, to reach the darkest places on earth.
On some Deep Web site, she saw countless videos and images, and there she met many people who shared her hobbies.
Luo Yun learned quickly.
If she ever studied medicine, she would definitely be an outstanding doctor.
One night, late into the night, no one was home.
She wore a coat, tightly wrapped, and went to a certain alley in the city.
Not far from that alley was a bar.
So it was very easy for her to hunt a prey.
Luo Yun had been observing her for a long time—a wild, unrestrained woman, carrying a virus that had infected many people.
The people who helped Luo Yun were all recruited from that website.
Luo Yun was very generous.
After they received numbers they could never dream of touching in their lives, their attitude toward a little girl changed from contempt to utmost respect.
So the plan went smoothly.
…(not convenient to show)
Luo Yun stood in the basement, looking at the feast before her.
The satisfaction in her heart reached its peak.
The smell of blood covered her entire body.
Pieces of flesh, in all shapes, were arranged neatly in order.
She took a deep breath.
The bloody smell filled her nasal cavity, spreading through her lungs like tobacco, stimulating her spirit like drugs.
This satisfaction made her brain almost unable to bear it.
The next day, the girl whom no one could easily approach actually made a bento for her father for the first time.
And she personally delivered it to his company.
After that.
Luo Yun didn’t know how many people she had personally tortured and killed.
But without exception.
The process was always comfortable, satisfying, enjoyable.
Every ending was a good medicine.
Healing her heart, her body, her mind, everything about her.
But… Luo Yun still got bored.
She wanted more.
She was no longer satisfied with strangers.
So she set her sights on the psychologist who often came to her home for counseling.
And then, this matter was discovered by her father.
Her father didn’t say anything to her.
He only comforted her.
“Dad is sorry for you…”
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