I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She suddenly covered her face, which felt like it was burning up, with both hands, and then she squatted down uncontrollably, burying her face deep in her knees and shrinking herself into a small ball.

Help!

Who will format this memory?

Please! ! !

Now she just wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

No! Let's just let it evaporate on the spot!

The ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

The shock of the truth being revealed.

The shame of having one’s audacious act exposed.

Countless emotions were swirling wildly within her.

At this moment, her perception of Lynn completely shifted from that of a distant "god".

It has become something that cannot be described in any language—

He is both a savior and a "mischievous and deceitful god," the one she loves, embarrasses, and annoys... the only one.

However, before she could recover from this storm of shame...

Lynn's untimely, slightly mocking voice was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head.

"However, the time has come, that's for sure."

"Outsiders can only stay in my house for a maximum of three days."

“——Huh?”

For a moment, Asuna's mind went blank.

That burning sense of shame was utterly insignificant in the face of those words, instantly frozen, becoming pale and distant.

Instead, there was a profound and chilling panic.

what?

Are we... breaking up?

She had only just confirmed that she was alive, only just confirmed their feelings for each other, and hadn't even had time to savor the joy of surviving such a disaster...

Are we about to separate?

What difference is there between being alive and being dead?

No, it's worse than death!

Death would end everything, but now, she is being forced to embrace the sweetest hope and plunge into the deepest abyss of pain!

Shame? That doesn't matter anymore!

Compared to the impending loss of him, she would rather die than face social death, or even confess her love to the whole world again right now!

"Will I...will I ever see you again?"

"...Can I come back again?"

She suddenly raised her head, gripped his clothes tightly, and her voice trembled with an almost pleading tone that she herself was unaware of.

Lynn looked at her pitiful appearance and chuckled inwardly.

"Of course. But you have to complete the 'phase assignment' I gave you first."

He pointed to the static, perilous SAO world on the screen.

"Pass it through."

"When you stand at the very top of that world, the door here will open for you again."

What he needs is a "Shining Asuna" who constantly overcomes obstacles in another world and eventually grows into a legend, not a love-struck little wife who only knows how to cling to him and act spoiled.

Although... the latter seems pretty good too.

Lynn imagined that two years later, when SAO was cleared, the silly girl in front of him would probably have already grown into the decisive and heroic vice-commander of the Knights of the Blood Oath from the original work.

860

I wonder if she'll still be as naive, sweet, and easily fooled as she is now.

Just as his thoughts drifted away, the girl in his arms suddenly looked at him with an unprecedentedly intense gaze.

“Lynn…”

Her voice, tinged with a sob, was unwavering.

"I'm afraid..."

She raised her head, and in her beautiful hazel eyes, filled with tears, was undisguised vulnerability and pleading.

"I'm afraid that when I go back, it will all feel like a dream... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on..."

"so…"

She tiptoed slightly, mustered all her courage, and like a kitten seeking its last bit of warmth, took the initiative to approach him.

"Please lend me a little more of your flavor, okay?"

"Let me carry it... all the way to the end."

Lynn smiled gently, said nothing, and lowered her head once again.

Another five minutes passed.

In this final moment of parting, the girl responded with all her passion and fervor.

It was as if they wanted to keep his scent, his taste, everything about him forever and deeply in their bodies and souls.

a long time.

Lynn gently pushed her away, raised his hand, and waved it in the air.

A portal radiating a soft white light, rippling like water, appeared before the two of them.

On the other side of the gate lies the plaza of the starting town of SAO.

"Let's go back."

Lynn's voice returned to calm, like that of a craftsman looking at his proud creation.

"Don't let my 'investment' go to waste."

Asuna looked at him one last time, as if trying to etch his image into her very bones.

She didn't say anything more, but nodded heavily, then resolutely turned around and stepped into the portal.

Her figure, turning back every few steps, finally became transparent and disappeared completely from the bustling square.

The space was completely dark, and silence returned once more.

Lynn stood there, her fingertips still seemingly warmed by the girl's tears and soft...

He stared at the spot where the portal had disappeared, a barely perceptible, almost playful smile flickering deep within his ever-lazy eyes.

"Then... don't keep me waiting too long, here's the second sword I've sharpened myself."

He murmured to himself, his voice fading into the boundless darkness, like a gentle curse that transcends the world.

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully completed the 'complete psychological reshaping' of the high-potential target. Result rating: Perfect.]

[The host has perfectly integrated multiple advanced techniques such as 'deception,' 'PUA,' and 'emotional manipulation' during the guidance process, leaving an irreversible and deep mental imprint on the visitor. Rewards have been significantly increased!]

You have obtained: [Mental Barrier (Advanced)]!

[Ability Description: Your spirit will be like the Wailing Wall blessed by the gods, indestructible.]

You are completely immune to most mental attacks, soul-searching, illusions, and emotional manipulation.

When facing extremely powerful, god-level mental attacks, the barrier will provide you with absolute defensive time and has a very high chance of reflecting the attack back along its original path, dealing critical damage at the soul level to the attacker.

Chapter 84: School Festival! The penultimate day, the languid god

In the last two days before the official opening of the school festival, Soubu High School was completely transformed into a sea of ​​noise.

The school suspended classes for the past two days, giving students ample time to rehearse and set up the scenes.

The corridors of the teaching building were piled with oddly shaped wooden boards and cardboard boxes, and the air was filled with the unique, intense smell of paint, glue, and adolescent hormones.

Lynn finished his almost non-existent job and strolled leisurely around the campus with one hand in his pocket, like an "idle" inspector.

Ever since the legend of the 150 million dollar circulated, wherever he went, he was always greeted by students with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and admiration, as well as heartfelt greetings of "Hello, Teacher Lynn!"

He simply nodded in response.

"I've already said, I'm just an ordinary Chinese language teacher..."

He tried to clarify more than once, but to the students, his clarifications sounded like a god saying, "I've already said it, I'm just an ordinary god..." which only added to the mystery.

……

Inside the gymnasium, the drama club students were gathered around a newly erected stage prop, looking distressed.

It was a European-style balcony modeled after a classic scene from Romeo and Juliet.

It looks quite professional, but with just a slight push, the entire prop creaks and groans, teetering on the verge of collapse, as if it's about to fall apart at any moment.

"No way, Minister! I feel like a gust of wind could blow this balcony over, let alone get me up there!"

"What's wrong with the props department?! How are we supposed to act like this?"

"It's too late to redo it now..."

Amidst the arguing and complaining, Lynn strolled over.

He didn't even touch it; he just glanced at it, and the force analysis diagram of this inferior prop automatically appeared in his mind.

Those few red and black erroneous weight points are simply an insult to basic physics.

"The load-bearing points are wrong, and the most crucial triangular support structure is missing."

A lazy voice, not loud, but clearly drowned out all the arguments.

The students turned around and saw that it was the legendary teacher Lynn. They immediately fell silent and automatically made way for her.

"The omnipotent problem solver—Teacher Lin, Lynn?"

The head of the drama club, a bespectacled boy, asked somewhat haltingly, "You...you know about this?"

"I used to just hang out in university clubs."

Lynn used a convenient excuse to brush it off.

He casually picked up a piece of chalk from the side, squatted down, and quickly sketched a simple, even somewhat rudimentary, renovation plan on the gymnasium floor.

“Here, add a diagonal support rod to form a triangle with the main column.”

"And here, the load-bearing wooden plank of the base needs to be rotated so that it is perpendicular to the direction of the balcony's extension, thus distributing the pressure."

His words were simple and clear, without a single superfluous technical jargon, yet they went straight to the heart of the matter.

The drama club students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Students from other clubs were skeptical.

A Mandarin teacher... instructing these elite members of the art and craft clubs on engineering?

But with Mr. Lynn's "miracle" before them, they decided to give it a try, found some wood, and started modifying the rough sketch.

ten minutes later.

When the head of the drama club personally stood on that balcony and even jumped on it twice, and the balcony remained unmoved and as stable as Mount Tai, the entire gymnasium fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following was thunderous applause and cheers.

"Holy crap! It's in the bag! It's really in the bag!"

"Teacher Lynn is awesome! (voice cracks)"

"A Mandarin teacher...proficient in engineering mechanics...is that reasonable? That's so Lynn! No wonder he's 'omnipotent'!"

"Ms. Lynn! Please accept our drama club's highest respect! Are you free tonight? We'd like to invite you to dinner..."