Chapter 193: Once a Dormitory Manager
Chapter 193: Once a Dormitory Manager (2200 words added!)
The World Tree is surrounded by a dense mist that seems to block anyone from approaching its center. On the base outside the mist, there is a mysterious symbol.
It looked like an ancient and dilapidated emblem. The complex lines and carvings looked like a pattern of some kind of weapon and the moon, a bit like the patterns on tarot cards or those more ancient ritual symbols.
This pattern has been almost smoothed out by time, but it still exudes a certain fascinating aura.
"The murals here record some kind of information, sacrifices, epics, wars or other things... The ancients had limited space, so they always liked to use the simplest murals to explain as many things as possible... Damn, they were not even willing to write less, and then write about one of the things in more detail, so that at least one thing could be preserved, rather than something like this that is full of information." Mu Daxian complained.
"I know what you want to say, but don't ask me. I don't know much."
Mu Daxian shrugged: "The teachers must know, but they never tell us, and they don't let us stay here for too long, so... let's go. If there is anything you want to know, you can ask them directly. If they are willing to tell you, they will tell you."
"Let's go, don't stay here too long."
Mu Daxian took Mao Feiyang and walked towards the hall exit.
Mao Feiyang followed him dumbly. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "By the way, what will happen to those students who were brought here by the teacher who was not right?"
Mao Feiyang was asking about the group of girls wearing sailor suits and hairpins.
Mu Daxian said without hesitation: "They are beyond saving."
Mao Feiyang was shocked.
Lin Yi was also surprised.
"Preconceived cognitive pollution is more deeply rooted than a little bit of subversion." Mu Daxian said calmly, "Those people were brought here from the campus by the fake art teachers and students. They accepted everything without even having their will shaken."
"Do you know them?" Mu Daxian suddenly looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then said: "We entered the school in the same batch..."
"Shouldn't it be?" Mu Daxian was a little confused. "Your presence is reasonable. How could you be in the same group with them?"
"Ah? Why not?" Mao Feiyang didn't understand Mu Daxian's doubts. He thought the answer was too simple. It was like this and like that, then like that and like that, and then like that and like that, so in the end it was like this and like that...
What's there to not understand?
But Lin Yi frowned.
Mu Daxian and Xu Shunkang have similar thinking logic, which is that they are definitely thinking within the scope of their cognition, and Mu Daxian's confusion means that the situation where these two things happen at the same time is almost non-existent.
"So... when did your batch enter the school?"
"Just yesterday, we took the school bus to school..."
"Hiss..." Mu Daxian couldn't help but take a breath, and looked at Mao Feiyang with an extremely strange look, and couldn't help but complain, "So you lost your student ID card just after you got it, and then your homeroom teacher arranged for you to come here?"
Mao Feiyang: “Ah?”
"No..." He shook his head repeatedly. Just as he was about to say something, Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted it. His face changed drastically and he interrupted him, "You...didn't you get your student ID?"
Lin Yi's face changed, he thought to himself, I'm going to trick you, you monkey, but after just a few words, Mu Daxian stripped him of his underwear!
Mao Feiyang's face changed, and he quickly said, "No, I..."
"You didn't get your student ID...so you didn't see the teacher...plus you were in the same batch..." Mu Daxian muttered secretly, completely ignoring Mao Feiyang's excuses.
"That means you encountered problems when you got off the bus..."
"They were kidnapped as soon as they got off the car..."
"You must have entered the teaching building during abnormal weather conditions... but encountered pollution on the way, which prevented you from finding the teacher's office according to the instructions on the signboard in the teaching building..."
"You should have arrived at the basement level of the teaching building and then walked up the stairs... then passed through the 'axis' and entered the dormitory building... and then the dormitory manager brought you here..."
"As for those in your batch, they were kidnapped by the fake art teachers as soon as they got off the bus. The route they had to take was quite troublesome, so they ended up arriving here at about the same time as you..."
"am I right?"
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang was cold from head to toe. He couldn't stand steadily for a moment, staggered back a few steps, and accidentally fell to the ground.
"You...you you you..." He looked at Mu Daxian in horror, stammering and unable to say anything.
"It seems that what I said was all right." Mu Daxian shrugged again and tried to reach out to support Mao Feiyang, but Mao Feiyang looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Lin Yi was also horrified, looking at Mu Daxian as if he had seen a ghost, thinking to himself, you fucking installed surveillance on Maozi, and you could still know this?!
Not only did he know, but he also knew exactly the same thing. Even if it was logical reasoning, it was impossible to deduce everything based on just one sentence from Mao Feiyang, right? !
Seeing that Mao Feiyang was still avoiding his gaze, Mu Daxian didn't tolerate it and directly lifted Mao Feiyang up by the collar of his shirt: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a god, and I don't have any mind-reading skills. The reason why I can guess is because I have encountered your situation before."
Mao Feiyang did not believe his words, still frightened, and subconsciously asked: "You...you are the same as me?"
"That's not the case." Mu Daxian shook his head. Seeing that Mao Feiyang was nervous, he smiled mysteriously and said slowly, "I was a dormitory manager for a period of time."
Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang): “?!”
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Soon, Mu Daxian took Mao Feiyang through the lobby of the Art Building and came to the archway with some art students.
Looking out from the archway, the entire stone bridge was shrouded in mist. The nearby stones had been wet by the rain. Some raindrops were jumping on the stone slabs, while some raindrops merged into the moss on the stone wall.
These mottled mosses are faintly visible in the overlapping light of light and dark, extending along the stone bridge into the depths of the fog.
Many art students walked directly onto the ancient and mottled stone bridge without holding umbrellas. Their steps were unhurried and they seemed completely unaffected by the storm.
"Is it okay for them to be like this?" Mao Feiyang asked worriedly, looking at the backs of the art students.
At this time, Mao Feiyang did not fully understand the relationship between abnormal weather and pollution. He only learned about some of the dangers from Wei Liang on the day of entering school and the content of the student rules.
But Lin Yi knew it very well, so the shock he felt when he saw this scene was much greater than that of Mao Feiyang.
He looked out from the arch, carefully observing the art students' every move, trying to find any changes that would occur on them after the raindrops fell on them.
Sure enough, he soon discovered the clue.
This huge storm made the colorful window glass of the bell tower rattle. It should have raised a dense and violent rain curtain on the stone bridge like a passing gale, but strangely, when it actually swept onto the stone bridge, only a few raindrops fell.
The sporadic candlelight swayed on the candlesticks carved with patterns of strange creatures, and it seemed that it would go out at any time. However, it seemed that it was this faint flame that, like a street lamp, expanded an area and blocked most of the wind and rain.
The stone bridge was shrouded in fog. Looking out from the archway, the vision was severely restricted. One could only see the figures of the art students gradually fading in the fog.
At the end of the stone bridge, a beam of golden light bloomed on the observation deck, and from a distance it looked like a bat light that poked the clouds in Gotham City.
"It's okay. The bridge has a dome that can block a lot of wind and rain." Mu Daxian explained, "We art students often deal with storms. As long as you return to the art classroom on time, you can solve the impact of abnormal weather on your body. If it doesn't work, you can go find a teacher. In short, don't worry."
"When you're like me, you won't have to worry about anything even if you get soaked." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder, "Relax as long as I'm here. If even I can't protect you, then you're really hopeless."
After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he took the lead and walked out of the archway and stepped onto the stone bridge.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly followed.
Mu Daxian's words gave Lin Yi a lot of ideas.
From what he said, we learned that the dormitory manager could actually get out of the art student line. And we don’t know if it was Mu Daxian’s own problem or because he transferred from the dormitory manager, but Mu Daxian exudes an aura that far exceeds that of an ordinary art student.
To a certain extent, Mu Daxian gives Lin Yi the feeling that he is extremely similar to the boss. Could it be that Mu Daxian is the boss among the art students?
Perhaps this analogy can be made, but Lin Yi feels that it is more than that.
What kind of person can say something like "What if even I can't protect you"?
If it's not bragging, then it's really awesome.
Combined with the vision he had in the convenience store, Lin Yi thought that Mu Daxian must be really awesome.
Just as Mao Feiyang walked out of the archway, Lin Yi looked back at the Art Building.
This castle in the storm is burning with sparks in the dark world, like a giant in a cloak standing in the darkness. In the storm, the boundary between the art building and the sky is completely invisible.
The clock tower pierced through the dark clouds like a sharp blade, meticulously showing the passage of time.
The night watchman was no longer on the bell tower. I wonder if he had returned to the cliff.
Lin Yi's heart trembled, and he followed Mao Feiyang's figure onto the stone bridge.
The second time he went up the stone bridge, Lin Yi's mood was not much calmer than the first time. For him now, the more he knew about the Art Building, the stronger his awe became.
Walking on the stone bridge, Lin Yi seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the stone slabs under his feet. Under the infiltration of rain, the whole stone bridge seemed even colder, like a giant that crawled out of the deep sea, opened its bloody mouth in the depths of the fog, and stretched its tongue into the art building.
The dense raindrops, as dense as soybeans, hit the stone bridge like they were shot from a submachine gun. The "da da da" sound even covered the whistling wind and the sound of the waves under the stone bridge. When the scattered raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang's body, a damp and cold feeling slowly enveloped Lin Yi.
At the same time, Lin Yi also felt a sense of clarity of mind.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he discovered that when raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang's clothes, his brain would produce a refreshing feeling like smelling mint leaves.
Mao Feiyang stopped subconsciously.
"Rain will pollute your "perception." Mu Daxian's voice sounded in Mao Feiyang's ears, waking Mao Feiyang up and also waking Lin Yi up all of a sudden.
“This kind of rain itself is a kind of pollution aggregate. The right amount of rain can stimulate your artistic cells, but too much will make you collapse.”
"And the so-called 'moderate' means the current situation... just let it happen, don't try to experience this feeling deliberately."
Mao Feiyang seemed to understand, and nodded quickly, "Uh... OK."
He quickly followed Mu Daxian's footsteps. In a place like this, it was really important to have a guide.
Just as the two were walking slowly forward on the stone bridge, in the darkness under the stone bridge, countless purebred nocturnal creatures squirmed their bodies, moving slowly along with them like a lump of plasticine. The rustling sound was drowned out by the storm, but the evil aura became even stronger after absorbing the rain.
Mao Feiyang, who was following Mu Daxian, felt a little more at ease, so he looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
He soon noticed the disc-shaped candlesticks with burning candles. At the base of the candlesticks there were patterns of strange creatures that looked like long, feathered animals.
"What is this?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian glanced at the sound and asked, "Candlestick?"
"Um, the pattern under the candlestick." Mao Feiyang said.
Lin Yi immediately pricked up his ears and thought to himself, Maozi, you really are my fucking substitute!
Mu Daxian said: "From the perspective of mythology, it should be the 'Quetzalcoatl' in the Mayan civilization, but..."
"But what?" Mao Feiyang asked.
"But the architectural style of the Art Building Castle is Gothic and Baroque, which is completely different from the style of Mayan civilization..."
"What's more, it's very unreasonable to have a relief of 'Quetzalcoatl' here, because this is... ahem, this is S City, right? It's better to say it's 'Yinglong' than 'Quetzalcoatl'." Mu Daxian calmly changed the subject, "But no matter which civilization the sculpture is from, it's different from the style of the Art Building."
"Then...what is that candlestick?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian smiled and said, "Based on your curiosity, what I should do most is to instill a lot of knowledge into you all at once and weld your cognition here, but out of respect for you, I think it is better to tell you slowly and let you choose for yourself."
"Let's go have dinner first. When the opportunity comes, I'll introduce you to them."
"Our art school focuses on 'self-study' first and then 'classes'."
Suddenly, Mu Daxian stopped and immediately touched the drawing board with his backhand.
At the same time, he opened his other hand slightly and protected Mao Feiyang behind him.
Mu Daxian did not move another step, his dark eyes fixed on the stone bridge shrouded in mist in front of him.
The picture seems to be still.
If it weren't for the sound of the storm and the roar of the waves in his ears, and the rolling fog in front of his eyes, Lin Yi really thought that time had stopped.
“Da…da…da…”
A series of crisp footsteps gradually came from the depths of the thick fog.
Then the outline of a human figure gradually became clear, and the person coming was the fake art teacher.
This fake art teacher had a conflict with Mu Daxian in the morning, and meeting him again at this time was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.
Mu Daxian gradually narrowed his eyes, and between his eyes, a cluster of cold golden flames like the bright moon suddenly bloomed.
At the same time, an invisible aura slowly spread out with him as the center, opening up an area in the thick fog.
"Let's go for dinner?" The fake art teacher seemed to have forgotten all those things, and seemed to be blind to Mu Daxian's performance. When he saw him, he just greeted him calmly.
"Yes...teacher." Mu Daxian nodded calmly.
The pseudo-human art teacher was wearing a well-fitting professional suit, with a curvy figure, and she was stepping on black high heels as she approached Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang. Her pretty face looked weird and creepy because of her signature stiff smile.
After a simple greeting, the pseudo-art teacher passed by Mu Daxian as if nothing had happened.
But just as it was about to pass by Mao Feiyang, the pair of hands suddenly shot towards Mao Feiyang like a poisonous snake at an angle that subverted the laws of human limb movement.
Everything happened in a flash, so fast that even Lin Yi, who had anticipated it, was unable to react in time.
But just as the arm was about to touch the corner of Mao Feiyang's clothes, a drawing board flew straight towards the face of the pseudo-human art teacher in a tactical move.
"Bang!"
The drawing board suddenly hit the face of the pseudo-human art teacher, who was knocked away for a distance, and his arm was unable to touch Mao Feiyang, but one of its legs suddenly swung over like a scorpion's tail.
Mu Daxian sneered and directly grabbed its ankle. His strength was so great that he actually deformed the ankle.
"Student, the teacher's stockings are very expensive." The pseudo-art teacher didn't know what pain was. While speaking, one of his feet actually broke free from the high-heeled shoes. Then, the sole of the foot covered with black stockings suddenly squeezed and changed like plasticine, turning into a foot knife, cutting straight towards Mu Daxian's face.
Mu Daxian raised his head to avoid the knife, and pulled out a paintbrush from the cloth bag with lightning speed, and smeared it heavily on the black stockings.
Seeing that his feet were about to be painted by the paintbrush, the pseudo-art teacher screamed and stretched out his hand to pull hard on his thigh!
With a "swish", the fake art teacher broke his thigh like a branch, and the round and straight black silk beautiful leg was directly held in Mu Daxian's hand like a toy.
It was at this moment that Mu Daxian's brush fell on this thigh.
Mu Daxian was too lazy to look at the leg. He just looked at the pseudo-art teacher and said calmly, "Teacher, your stockings are dirty. I'll go to the canteen later to buy you a pair."
It seemed that Mu Daxian cared more about the black stockings than the broken thigh.
But Lin Yi focused his attention on the pseudo-human art teacher. He saw that there was no blood at the broken thigh, and not even a drop of ketchup seeped out. The black silk seemed to be integrated with its thigh. When it was broken, its texture was the same as that of the thigh.
However, the broken surface of the pseudo-human art teacher's thigh was extremely smooth, without any texture, like a half-body sculpture used for sketching practice.
Lin Yi was shocked. He remembered that when the chef in the green bib had his hand broken by the gym student, the bones and blood vessels could be clearly seen on the fractured surface. Of course, that fractured surface quickly turned into a plaster-like texture.
But the pseudo-art teacher is completely different from the green bib chef.
"Could it be that the 'life form' of the green bib chef is different from that of the pseudo-human?"
The pseudo-art teacher did not respond to Mu Daxian's words. He just looked at him coldly, then turned around and disappeared into the mist.
Mu Daxian casually painted the leg a few times with his paintbrush. After painting it a dull yellow, he threw it off the stone bridge and walked away with Mao Feiyang without looking back.
"Stop looking and let's go."
"Uh... okay." Mao Feiyang was still looking at the beautiful legs in black silk stockings that were thrown off the stone bridge by Mu Daxian. When he heard Mu Daxian's words, he hurriedly followed.
Not long after the two left, the pseudo-art teacher came back, stumbling back here. He looked at his legs that were thrown under the stone bridge and said, "Give it back to me."
“Wow, wow, wow…”
The stone bridge is a cliff, and below the cliff is the dark sea. The sea water is raging in the storm, and the only response is the sound of the wind.
But suddenly, accompanied by the sound of "rustling...", the legs of the pseudo-human art teacher actually popped up from under the stone bridge little by little like bamboo shoots after spring.
But if you look closely, you will find that on the side of the stone bridge, a large number of purebred nocturnal creatures are wrapped around this leg and are handing it up little by little.
Looking at the ankle that was crushed by Mu Daxian's strong grip, a flame of anger welled up in the eyes of the pseudo-human art teacher. It grabbed its own leg and was trying to put it back to the broken part, but suddenly it was distracted, and then... it found that what it was holding in its hand seemed not to be its own leg, but... a chicken leg as big as its leg!
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The pseudo-human art teacher rubbed his eyes, and after repeated observation, he confirmed that it was indeed "a chicken leg as big as its leg" and not its "leg", so he threw it back off the stone bridge.
As soon as it was thrown out, those purebred nocturnal creatures pounced on it desperately, as if the chicken leg was the most delicious food in the world.
The pseudo-human art teacher watched coldly as those purebred nocturnal creatures fell into the sea water under the cliff in order to gnaw on the "chicken leg", without any change of emotion. But at this moment, it suddenly realized something and its expression suddenly changed drastically.
"No... He used his paintbrush to rewrite those brainless people's perception of my 'legs'!"
Looking at his own "legs" that had long been swallowed by the thick fog and sea water, a rare look of ugliness appeared on the face of the pseudo-human art teacher.
Added 2200 words for the leader "琳skylark", still owes 4800 words!!
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
(End of this chapter)