Chapter 7: Do not look at the cave without proper permission

Su Wanwan wanted to cry.

She had tried so, so hard.

She went from being a girl who was especially, especially afraid of pain to being a girl who was still especially afraid of pain now.

She had died so many times.

Each death, to her, was no different from watching a 100% real horror movie in immersive mode.

Even though she knew she would stand on the podium again.

But death was real, and the pain was inescapable.

She believed she was already very strong.

If it were someone else, it wouldn’t be surprising if they turned dark.

But Su Wanwan still used a smile to inspire each of her students.

She faced every sunrise with optimism.

But now, she wanted to cry.

There was no help for it.

Lin Mo was just too authoritative.

He didn’t even get corpse spots!

Unlike her, flying out on a fairy wand— even the wand went moldy.

She just wanted to go home, wrap herself in a blanket, press her pillow to the back of her head, and cry.

Why couldn’t teachers cry?

Unknowingly, she had arrived downstairs at her own apartment.

She had come to No. 1 High School to teach right after graduating from university.

Because of her strong professional knowledge— not to mention her appearance also added points— she was quickly assigned to a Zhigong Fang.

After five years as a teacher, she could put her name on the property certificate.

“Let me take you home first, teacher. Where do you live?”

After all, he had just vomited blood, and as a teacher, Su Wanwan still had a sense of responsibility.

Though honestly… Su Wanwan felt she was the weaker one.

“Home… I don’t have a home.”

“Ah? Then where do you stay?”

“No way, then how do you manage living expenses? No family?”

Su Wanwan really didn’t know much about Lin Mo’s family situation.

He sounded a bit pitiful.

“…No family.”

Wait, didn’t he have a shizun?

Oh right, his shizun was missing.

“In the future, shizun will protect you.”

“…Thank you.”

“Come up and sit for a while.”

“Okay.”

Lin Mo suddenly became very well-behaved.

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A standard three-bedroom teacher’s apartment, filled with sunlight, its furnishings reflecting a small, feminine elegance.

One room had been converted by Su Wanwan into a study, and the balcony was full of fresh flowers.

Su Wanwan liked to grow flowers.

Watering them made her feel quietly satisfied, as if she had nurtured a new life.

Sometimes, when she was upset, she would talk to the flowers about her happiness and her troubles.

And then, somehow, she would feel better.

She told Lin Mo to wait in the living room and turned on the TV.

She brought over a plate of freshly washed fruit.

On TV, a Big Female Lead Drama she hadn’t finished was still playing.

“Bai Zihua! You hurt Xiao Gu again!”

Her face flushed.

If it were another student, she’d be embarrassed to let them know she watched this kind of drama.

She chatted casually with Lin Mo: “Bai Zihua loves the sky, loves the earth, loves air, but doesn’t love her. Who can make sense of it.”

She thought Lin Mo wouldn’t respond.

But Lin Mo, unusually serious, spoke:

“Between shizun and disciple, it violates human ethics. Most cannot accept it.”

Huh? This was getting interesting.

Talking about this, Su Wanwan was no longer sleepy.

Usually, few people discussed soap opera plots with her.

She stopped walking to the bedroom and stood at the door.

“Is a title that important? I think his lack of openness led to tragedy.”

Lin Mo sighed, staring dazedly at Su Wanwan’s stunning face.

After a while, Su Wanwan’s cheeks were flushed, looking even more beautiful.

“Is there something on my face, teacher?”

Lin Mo gently shook his head.

“No matter how similar two flowers are, they are never the same… But I’m glad you said that.”

Su Wanwan rolled her eyes helplessly.

Anyway, he was secretly saying she wasn’t like his shizun.

Of course she wasn’t.

She wasn’t.

At worst, she was a magical girl.

She refused to believe it.

Aiya, panties.

Thinking this made her face even redder.

“Lin Mo, wait here. I’m going to change clothes.”

“Oh, and—no peeking.”

Su Wanwan seemed to sense a feeling of grievance, but it disappeared in a blink.

“Don’t worry…”

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She hadn’t known, but after looking, Su Wanwan finally understood why the principal sent an anonymous message.

Beneath the floor-length mirror was an almost perfect figure.

Three thousand strands of black hair fell like a waterfall, draping smoothly over fragrant shoulders.

Looking lower… Su Wanwan felt embarrassed.

Was this really herself?

A black-haired, straight-legged manga beauty was nothing compared to this.

Not to mention, her body proportions were nearly perfect.

Su Wanwan had always believed such figures didn’t exist in reality.

And yet…

She couldn’t help but squat on the floor, blushing.

Her physical changes were just too great.

It made her feel ashamed.

It even took her a long time to change clothes.

Wearing formal attire at home wasn’t comfortable anyway.

At home, Su Wanwan dressed more casually.

A white T-shirt with light blue denim shorts—fresh and cool.

Looking in the mirror, she felt both happy and conflicted.

She was happy because her legs looked so healthy and full of energy—long and straight.

Just looking made her want to drool.

If someone didn’t know, they’d think she’d stretched her legs; it was like a living beauty filter.

She was conflicted because some subtle changes in her body made her shout at the system in her heart, ‘You’re inhumane! Is this part of appearance value, too?’ She protested.

She walked out of the bedroom, still distracted, until a shout burst from the TV:

“Bai Zihua! If you hurt Xiao Gu, I’ll kill everyone in this world!”

Su Wanwan’s heart skipped a beat.

Bai what?

No way.

Before she could react, another wave came.

Lin Mo suddenly stared straight at her.

More precisely, at the legs beneath her shorts.

Su Wanwan unconsciously crossed her hands, exclaiming, “Dame, dame.”

Her face turned red and her heart pounded.

Even though she knew Lin Mo couldn’t have any ill intentions.

But, classmate, if you keep looking like that, teacher will get embarrassed.

And, did you have to look with such a critical expression?

Now she didn’t even know what attitude to take.

“Hehuan Sect women would never dress like teacher.”

Ah this…

Su Wanwan answered awkwardly:

“Lin Mo, teacher needs to teach you some history. It’s already 2502, Dai Qing has fallen, and the era of foot-binding is gone…”

Lin Mo’s face was calm.

“Understood.”

“Shizun, this disciple will take his leave.”

Ah… She’d been rejected.