My Healing Games

Chapter 827 Exemplary Teacher-Student Relationship
Han Fei delivered a masterful performance, and some of his lines were genuine expressions of emotion. Unfortunately, Gao Cheng had left a terrible impression on Yan Lan before, and it would take a long time to change his image.

The two sides confronted each other on the second floor of the hotel. Han Fei had just awakened his greedy personality, so he wasn't too afraid of Yan Lan. If things got really bad, he could run into the haunted building. Yan Lan wanted to protect the students in his class, so he probably wouldn't risk his life to chase after him.

A cold wind blew up the paper money on the ground. Yan Lan looked Han Fei up and down, as if trying to see through his true thoughts. She did not smell any lies on Han Fei.

"A madman who is afraid of death and would sacrifice the entire building for himself actually wants to protect his students?" Yan Lan originally thought that Han Fei was using the students of Class 7 as bargaining chips, but after getting to the bottom of it, she found that the situation was not like that.

"There are still three days until the assessment. I don't need your help. Just don't interfere." Han Fei was very confident, as if he had already figured out how to deal with the school. In fact, he had no plan. If he failed to protect all the students in three days, he might never be able to leave this world. So he had to be "confident".

"I'll give you two days. If you don't show me any change by the day before the assessment starts, I will still take away your class's survivor spot." Yan Lan ultimately chose not to fight Han Fei.

“Thugs will run rampant within the rules, while madmen will overturn the table and create new rules.” Han Fei smiled his signature warm smile. “Two days is enough for me.”

"The school has connections with the Black Building. I don't know where your confidence comes from." Yan Lan turned around, the special metal on her back slowly melting away. "There are indeed many people in the school who hate the current rules, but most of them will only help the winners. What are your chances of winning?"

After leaping from the second floor, Yan Lan quickly disappeared into the darkness.

A flood of negative emotions overwhelmed Han Fei's mind, and the murmurs of the demons in the abyss also made him uneasy.

Picking up the broken wooden planks from the ground, Han Fei quickly repaired the cubicle. He didn't dare go back to school and stayed there until dawn.

The city was shrouded in perpetual dark clouds, making it impossible to see the sunrise and shortening the daytime. Survivors mostly hid in their homes, only venturing out around noon.

After a hearty meal, Han Fei headed towards the school. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he noticed that the atmosphere on campus was rather strange.

Thorns entwined the high walls, and two security guards stood beside the iron gate, checking every living person entering the campus.

"What happened?" Han Fei looked like he was terminally ill, so weak that he could barely speak.

"Teacher Gao?" The security guards also knew what had happened to Gao Cheng and knew that he was about to die, so they all backed away: "Last night, Teacher Xu Hui, the person in charge of Class 6, was murdered. There are suspected unknown ghosts around the school. It may possess the teachers and students of the school and sneak into the school."

"The teacher was killed?" Han Fei was very surprised. The homeroom teachers at the school were all very powerful, and it would be a very difficult thing to kill them.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei felt that this matter was related to the thirty students in his class. They had only been awake for one night, and then their teacher at the academy was murdered—it was too much of a coincidence.

"If you have any clues, please notify us immediately. The principal has already issued a reward and is determined to catch the murderer before the assessment begins so that the assessment, which is held every six months, can proceed smoothly!" After asking Han Fei for some information, the security guard let him into the campus.

They didn't believe Han Fei had the ability to commit the crime. For someone with a mental pollution level as high as 39, it was already very difficult for him to remain sober.

As Han Fei entered the teaching building, he was "weakly" climbing the stairs when Teacher Ma Jing, wearing glasses, suddenly appeared behind him: "Why are you only coming to class now? I almost thought you were murdered yesterday too."

Ma Jing made a not-so-funny joke, hooking his arm around Han Fei's shoulder: "Director Ya has been looking for you for a long time, let's go together."

"What does he want from me?"

"They probably want to confirm if you're still alive."

Han Fei and Ma Jing, the head of Class 3, entered the office. Director Ya was sitting at the desk, and there was another person in the room—Yan Lan.

"Is everyone here?" Director Ya's expression was not good. He threw the documents on the table in front of the teachers: "Xu Hui was murdered on his way home last night. The murderer's methods were extremely cruel, and he destroyed all evidence and clues. He should be a repeat offender."

“Xu Hui possesses a research-oriented personality, excels at investigation, thinking, observation, and analysis, enjoys intellectual games, and is the most intelligent and perceptive among the eight teachers.” Director Ya rested his chin on his hands: “Why was he the one who was killed?”

"Could the killer be targeting our school? Taking out the smartest, most intelligent person first?" Ma Jing also realized the problem. Normally, Xu Hui wouldn't be so easy to kill unless he encountered a sudden event far beyond his imagination, leaving him no time to react.

"The assessment is in two and a half days. Every year, all sorts of unexpected things happen during the assessment. Teachers being killed is not a one-off occurrence." Yan Lan didn't care about Xu Hui's death at all. Apart from her own students, she didn't care about many people in this school.

"The murderer seems to know our school very well," Director Ya said pointedly. "The three of you teachers weren't at school last night. Can you tell me where you three went last night?"

"My apartment was burgled, and all the furniture was destroyed. In my current state, I dare not continue living at the school." Han Fei smiled coldly: "I have neither the ability nor the motive to kill. On the contrary, I am likely to be the next one to be killed."

Director Ya nodded; he also didn't believe Han Fei was the murderer.

“I went out last night to check the assessment route. It was a task assigned by the principal. I didn’t have time to run to the other side of the school to kill someone.” Ma Jing pushed up his glasses and glanced at Yan Lan indifferently. That terrifying woman was the suspect he had in mind.

"Yan Lan, what were you doing last night?" Director Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice changed slightly.

"Going out hunting, killing ghosts." Yan Lan's answer was concise.

"Is that so?" Director Ya opened the file bag, which contained several photos of Xu Hui's body: "Xu Hui was punched through the chest from behind. The only person in the school who could do this is you, Yan Lan."

“If it were me, his ribs would break first, not his spine.” Yan Lan’s voice was devoid of emotion: “I only throw punches from the front.”

“What you said makes sense.” Director Ya casually tossed the file folder into the trash can. “I called you here mainly to give you a heads-up: make sure you don’t cause any more trouble. Now that Xu Hui is dead, I can give some of the spots from his class to other classes, but I hope you know when to stop.”

"Understood." Ma Jing bowed his head respectfully.

"You'll all stay at school today. The principal should be back this afternoon. I'll then gather all the teachers to draw lots to choose the assessment locations for each class." Director Ya gestured for the three to leave, but Yan Lan remained standing there: "Is there anything else?"

"Xu Hui is dead, so is there still a need for a lottery?"

"Of course," Director Ya said firmly. "Go back to class and cherish your last moments together."

The three of them left the office. After Ma Jing left, Han Fei asked Yan Lan in a low voice, "What does drawing lots mean?"

Yan Lan looked at Han Fei with some doubt, and slowly explained: "The assessment locations for the eight classes are all different. There is one white building, one black building, and six red buildings. If the white building is drawn, the whole class can basically survive, but if the black building is drawn, even the teacher may die inside."

"I heard from Director Ya that these assessment locations were all selected by the principal?"

“That’s right, there’s a special connection between the principal and the Black Building. The so-called assessment is actually a transaction.” Yan Lan was a little annoyed. She wasn’t the one who killed Xu Hui, nor was Han Fei, because the two of them were together last night. But who else would kill a school teacher besides them?
"I see." Han Fei followed behind Yan Lan, showing no intention of returning to his own class.

"Are you planning to follow me around forever?" If they weren't at school, Yan Lan might have already punched him. She knew Han Fei was acting, but she didn't want to expose him.

"Um... I'd like to borrow your course materials for my students, is that alright?"

Carrying a thick stack of materials, Han Fei returned to Class 7 with satisfaction. He didn't need to worry about the thirty children at all; they were all diligently absorbing all the knowledge.

"It's still self-study day today, just pretend I don't exist." Han Fei placed all the materials on the podium: "If you feel that I'm affecting you, I can go stay in the corridor."

There are very few self-disciplined children like those in Class 7, and even fewer self-disciplined teachers like Han Fei. A special tacit understanding is reached between teachers and students; without saying much, a single glance is enough to understand many things.

"This is information I found from other classes. You need to judge for yourselves whether the content is true or false. I'm just putting it here in the hope that it can help you."

Han Fei had an excellent memory and could read ten lines at a glance. After writing the two big characters for "self-study" on the blackboard, he began to read quickly, and handed the completed slides directly to the students in the front row.

The class ended quickly, and Han Fei filled the blackboard with what he considered to be the key points.

The bell rang, and Han Fei picked up a small chair and stepped down from the podium: "Today's class is over. I won't disturb you anymore."

Under the watchful eyes of the students, Han Fei "laboriously" carried the chair away from Class 7 classroom.

To avoid disturbing the other children, Han Fei sat alone at the top of the stairs. When the bell rang, he picked up a chair and sneaked over to the back door of another classroom to sit down.

Han Fei, who has an appreciation for art and is good at observing strangers through facial micro-expressions, wants to see what the other teachers on campus are like.

At first he was a little embarrassed, but then he gradually let loose and made no attempt to hide it, pressing his face against the back window like a school principal on patrol.

"The school is generally on the right track, helping students develop their personal strengths and then providing different training for different students."

On the surface, the school does indeed appear to be training talent for the new Shanghai to fight against ghosts and monsters.

"Strange, something doesn't feel right..."

"Hey!" The classroom door opened, and Wang Chuqing, the person in charge of Class 5, walked out with a dark face: "What do you want?"

"I just want to hear you lecture." Han Fei picked up the chair behind him, preparing to move on to the next classroom.

"Why are you, a teacher, going to the back of someone else's class to listen in during class time?" Wang Chuqing's scars twisted, and his fierce and terrifying appearance was completely at odds with his name.

“Alright, actually I do want to ask you some things.” Han Fei lowered his voice: “Do you still have any ghost blood? Name your price.”

"Do your students know you're trading your lives?" Wang Chuqing looked down on people like that. She had no liking for Gao Cheng. "I've given you my last bottle of ghost blood. Now leave and don't think about it anymore."

"Then can you tell me which building you got that ghost blood from?" Han Fei revealed a sinister smile: "I'm not long for this world. A madman is capable of anything."

“Red Building in Section B4 – Shiwei Pavilion.” Wang Chuqing closed the classroom door: “There’s more than one vengeful spirit inside. Going there now is suicide.”

After Teacher Wang warned Han Fei, a system notification sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have triggered the shrine random quest - Blood Feast."

"Blood Feast: Enter the Food Pavilion, participate in the Blood Feast, and survive until the end of the feast."

(End of this chapter)