Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

As the only train connecting the interior and exterior of the Academy arrived at the station on campus, Qian Bosen, with a solemn expression, was just about to exit when a faint star formation fluctuation was detected by the owl perched on his shoulder.


At the end of the carriage, a lady sat, her plump long legs provocatively raised.


A black robe trimmed in dark gold and a "Crying Mask" adorned with starlight tears.


"Professor Qian Bosen, don't worry, William will be fine."


"Principal Daislin!" Qian Bosen immediately bowed, his gaze lowered to the ground, "After all, William is my only student, I am still somewhat concerned, especially since the First Gentleman's condition has been declining rapidly recently."


"I have been observing the star formations recently and have come across many interesting things.


Included among them are William's blurred lines, obscured by various strange stars and their divergent formations; his future will extend far and not end here.


Chapter 251 Candidate