bdsm-fiction Chapter 42 Absolute Chaos
Chapter 42 Absolute Chaos
"Class, in this lesson, we'll discuss the intersecting influences between criminal psychology and behavioral patterns..."
Professor Fang Shu wore a smoky gray suit and silver-rimmed glasses, every strand of her hair perfectly styled. Her face, slightly wrinkled, was adorned with light makeup, her lipstick close to her natural color, making her appear both refined and extremely gentle.
However, none of the more than one hundred students present, except for Zite, knew that this elegant and witty female professor was carrying out a murder.
"So, what do you plan to do to me?"
Of course, Qi Te would not reveal that he knew the other party was going to send him to the Qian family manor to be used as a vessel for Qian Jihe's consciousness.
"No rush, you'll find out soon enough. I'm more curious about how you discovered that the person who invaded your brain wasn't Zhifeng, but me?"
"It sounds like you quite like Dr. Nie."
Fang Shu, who was giving a lecture, had a slight smile on her face.
"Of course, he is my most valued and prized student."
"So, your way of expressing affection is to control the other person, even to replace their consciousness?!"
"He's very talented in psychology, but unfortunately, he's not a psychopath. He wants to advance further in his field, and as his mentor, I'm naturally happy to support him."
"Are you planning to turn me into a puppet, just like you did with Nie Zhifeng?"
"You? Heh~ Little kid, I admit, you are indeed very smart and interesting. But, you're not qualified."
"I greatly admire you, Professor, and I would like to become your vessel."
If you can't beat them, join them—but not really. Zite was doing everything he could to buy time.
"Okay, then let me complete one transaction for you, teacher."
Fang Shu lectured while simultaneously engaging in a mental dialogue with Qi Te, a feat that left Qi Te in awe.
After conveying those words, Zit suddenly felt his gaze rising.
Just like the previous two times, he couldn't feel his own body, and naturally, he couldn't sense any movement in his limbs. But from the change in his gaze, he could tell that he had stood up.
Then, walk out of the row of seats you are in.
Ji Chenyu, who was sitting in the front row, had been hunched over. He turned his head to look behind him and saw Qi Te suddenly stand up. He immediately remembered the previous agreement.
"Pfft, pfft, Tezi"
"Tezi!"
Seeing that Qi Te continued walking out without any reaction, Ji Chenyu immediately tensed up, gripping his phone and raising his right hand.
After hesitating for two seconds, I finally clicked the start button.
Based on my personal experience from the second playthrough, I increased Qi Te's stats this time.
The electric current pierces the skin and reaches the nerves inside the skull.
Just as Qi Te walked to the aisle between the seats on both sides, he collapsed to the ground without saying a word.
Inside the classroom, a commotion erupted.
They were all medical students, and when they saw their classmate suddenly collapse, several of them reacted quickly and instinctively rushed forward to check on him.
At the same time, two figures swept down from the sky and flew into the corridor outside the classroom.
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"Qite, Qite"
Qi Te woke up groggily, forced himself to open his eyes, and saw a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and thin figure staring sternly at him.
"This is school, not your home. Go home to sleep, and pay attention in class..."
Qi Te clutched his head, which was throbbing with pain, and looked around blankly.
This was a dilapidated classroom, with formulas written all over the old-fashioned blackboard. He remembered that the man who had just scolded him was Chen Sheng, his second-grade math teacher.
After giving a reprimand, Teacher Chen licked her dry lips and continued her explanation.
Qi Te's head felt heavy and throbbing as if he had been hit on the head with a club. He looked around blankly.
The walls were peeling and mottled, with many bluish-black mold spots on the corners and ceiling. The windows were tightly closed, with iron bars welded to the outside, covered in rust from years of wind and rain.
The windowsill was covered in moss, mixed with small fungi and the rotting corpses of flies and moths. You could even see a rat's tail.
This classroom, both familiar and unfamiliar, had appeared countless times in his dreams; it was his elementary school.
"What happened?"
How did I get here?
"I've grown up now. I remember...I was..."
Qi Te tried hard to remember, but he couldn't recall where he should be; all he had was the vague idea that he had grown up.
'Ring ring'
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Teacher Chen walked out of the classroom carrying a stack of test papers and a large water bottle.
Just as Qi Te was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"Hey, you little bastard, I saw your mother being dragged into the house by the butcher yesterday."
A chubby little boy with a round head, holding a thick book, patted Qi Te on the head again.
"I also heard your mother shouting, 'No, no...'"
Before the chubby boy could finish speaking, he was punched in the nose, and blood immediately started flowing from his nose.
The chubby boy cried out in pain and immediately shouted, "You little bastard, how dare you hit me! Pighead, Ah Biao, hit him!"
Two boys, who were noticeably stronger than their classmates, rushed up and pinned Qi Te to the ground.
Fists rained down like a storm, and without a second thought, Qi Te lunged at the chubby boy, grabbed him, and bit him.
"Ahhh~~"
The chubby boy's ear was bitten until it bled. These were two boys nicknamed Pighead and Abiao.
"Go ahead and bite me, go ahead and bite me!"
Zite was knocked to the ground, completely unable to fight back.
Pighead and Ah Biao brought over a bucket and finally put the contents into it.
"Carry it to the playground so the whole school can see it."
Many classmates joined in the commotion, reciting the rhyme the chubby boy had made up while carrying the buckets to the playground.
It's raining.
The cold rain fell on my hair and slid down my cheeks.
The bucket quickly filled with water.
Until that old, hunched figure appeared before my eyes.
"Ah, Grandpa"
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"Little Te"
On the hospital bed, the frail and terminally ill old man struggled to open his cloudy eyes, his gaze filled with kindness and compassion.
"Grandpa, don't die, don't leave me..."
Qi Te held the old man's skinny hand tightly, as if doing so would keep him here.
"Little Te, don't cry."
The elderly man was having difficulty breathing and had to exert all his strength to speak.
He gently squeezed Qi Te's small hand, his sallow, thin, and deeply lined face filled with reluctance.
"Grandpa, we're leaving now."
"Let's go to another one... cough cough~ huff huff"
The old man coughed violently, panting like a dying old man.
Qi Te gently patted the old man's chest to help him catch his breath.
"Grandpa, don't talk. You'll be fine after a rest. You'll be alright after a rest."
The old man patted the back of Qi Te's hand, shook his head, caught his breath a little, and looked at him with kind eyes.
"Little Te, remember this: no matter what happens in the future, don't panic."
The old man laboriously raised his hand and gently placed it on little Zit's head: "Use your brain, don't solve problems with your fists. Don't fight, don't get into conflicts with people, unless you're absolutely certain of victory... cough cough~"
"Little Te, I'm sorry!"
"Grandpa, I also want to take care of you and your mother, and stay by your side forever."
"Grandpa wanted to watch you grow up, he wanted to so much, but Grandpa can't do it anymore."
"Little Te, take good care of yourself and your mother. You must take good care of her."
"Remember, your mother isn't stupid, she isn't, she..."
Before he could finish speaking, the old man's already weak hand suddenly loosened.
Qi Te desperately grabbed that hand, but felt the last bit of warmth rapidly disappearing.
The old man who worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk making pastries, pawned his watch that he had worn for most of his life so that he could participate in a spring outing, and who raised him and sheltered him from the wind and rain, closed his tired eyes forever.
He will never see that hunched figure again, who toiled half his life and whose back was bent by the weight of life, nor will he ever taste the freshly baked, fragrant pastries again.
He would never get a response from the other person again, and no one would ever pat his head and say to him, "Our little Trump is the smartest."
Tears streamed down Qi Te's face as scenes flashed before his eyes.
The mother, holding his hand, was returning home from grocery shopping at the street corner when they encountered a man who seemed completely intoxicated. The man mumbled something incoherently, threw down the bottle he was holding, and lunged at the mother.
The old man, returning from his stall, grabbed a spatula and rushed at the man, starting a fight.
Qi Te was cornered at the bottom of the building by several neighborhood children. The children threw mud at him and pushed him into the green belt. Tree branches scratched his face. Grandpa heard the noise and rushed downstairs. He chased the children away with a broom and picked Qi Te up with one hand.
At that time, Qi Te thought his grandfather was extremely tall and imposing.
I don't know when it started, but Grandpa became thinner and weaker. He always coughed at night, sometimes so badly that he couldn't breathe.
I hadn't noticed that Grandpa was sick. I was the burden that killed him!
Qi Te was plunged into immense pain, filled with self-blame, shame, reluctance, grief, and above all, regret and hatred.
He hated his own incompetence, hated that he had never paid attention to the old man's health, and hated the injustice of fate even more.
I hate life, I hate myself, I hate the whole world.
Why does that chubby boy always have new clothes and new schoolbags, while I only have old clothes that are too tight, don't fit well, and have long since faded from washing?
Even though I was the one being bullied, why did my grandfather get ridiculed and insulted every time he argued with the other students' parents?
On what grounds?
Why should I?!
'Hybrid'
"Little Bastard"
"Being good at studying is nothing special; your mother is just an idiot."
"Who do you think you are, you old geezer? A child without a father is just ill-mannered."
"If you can't afford tuition, what's the point of studying?"
"Qite, why are you all dirty in class again? Go home and change your clothes right away."
"He has no clothes, he doesn't need to wear clothes, he's shameless like his mother, hahaha~~"
The hospital beds, the medical equipment, and the elderly people in the beds were all shattered like broken glass.
The scattered fragments reflected distorted faces.
Zite's consciousness became increasingly chaotic and disoriented.
The distorted faces, like ink, mingled and mixed, forming a swirling, twisting channel.
At the end of the passage, a dazzling white light flashed.
It seems that everything will end once we go there.
He will escape his abyss-like life, escape his wretched self, escape this hopeless world...