001 Discharged!_2

Li Qingming then pushed the door and entered the room.

This was the school's smallest office, furnished only with a set of old desks and a moldy brown fabric sofa.

A young female teacher with a messy ponytail and thick glasses was seated at the desk, her head bowed as she watched a short video about insomnia. It seemed she wouldn't perform her duties until she swallowed this clickbait content.

A moment later, she finished the video and, unaware of her behavior, sighed. Only then did she turn her chair to face Li Qingming.

Li Qingming was staring right at her.

"...," the school counselor tensed up slightly and adjusted her glasses before saying, "You are... Li Qingming, right? Your teacher, Han Chun, asked me to have a proper talk with you, preferably until class starts in the afternoon."

"I don't have that much time," Li Qingming replied swiftly, "In 13 minutes I need to go to the bathroom, and then I have a nap."

"Ah, this...," the teacher frowned slightly and said, "Your teacher Han is concerned about you. He thinks your psychological issues are quite serious and requires a comprehensive assessment from me. If you refuse, we'll have to involve a professional psychiatrist."

"I've been to the hospital, completely healthy," Li Qingming pointed outside and said, "The report is in my backpack."

"Ah?" the teacher exclaimed, "You carry a mental health checkup report to school every day?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I always encounter teachers who confuse personality with illness, who are stereotypically ignorant and tirelessly preachy."

"... Are you, mocking me?"

"That depends on you."

"..." The teacher hesitated for a moment before relaxing her expression, and said, "Li Qingming, I can see you have a strong personality, but I am indeed entrusted to understand your situation. Why don't you sit down, and we first have a quick exchange to fulfill what Teacher Han asked me to do."

Only then did Li Qingming nod his head, walked to the sofa, and chose the part where the sun shone to sit down. He then casually reached into his left pocket, took out a silver pocket watch, and began to gently wipe the face of the watch, saying, "We have 12 minutes left."

"Sigh..." The teacher sighed, arranged her papers and pen, and said, "Is it necessary to be so precise about your bathroom timings?"

"It's not possible to be absolutely accurate, but one should strive for accuracy," Li Qingming replied earnestly, "Once you give up managing your biological clock, the errors start to add up, and eventually, the whole endocrine system will deteriorate."

"Heh," the teacher recorded his words while shaking her head and chuckling, "Everyone goes to the bathroom when they feel like it, and I haven't seen anyone deteriorate."

"You have insomnia?" Li Qingming suddenly asked.

"Occasionally, yes..."

"That is deterioration."

"... Your definition of deterioration is too broad."

"That's why I don't have insomnia."

"You're lying..."

"Recorded with instruments. Average falling asleep time is 7 seconds."

"... Impossible!" The teacher put down her pen and stared at him incredulously.

But Li Qingming just yawned, like an elongated black cat dozing off in the sun.

Seeing his composure, the teacher was now inclined to believe it.

So, she naturally changed the subject and asked politely, "Do you have any special technique? I've been suffering from chronic insomnia lately..."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"Acne, short videos, dark circles of vascular type, excessive oil, and dandruff."

"You!" The teacher's lips twitched, and she involuntarily scrutinized Li Qingming intently.

She then noticed that this man had such smooth and fair skin that not a single blemish could be found.

His whole face was as sculpted and well-formed as a classical statue, not bloated or flawed in any way.

The only imperfection she could discern was the very light stubble which seemed soft to the touch, so much so that she wanted to stroke it, wondering if it would prick her hand...

Seeing the counselor staring so intently, Li Qingming also bluntly remarked, "You always deny me at first glance. That's classic inferiority."

"I do not!" retorted the teacher, staring back, "When did I ever deny you?"

Li Qingming didn't answer.

"..."

After a brief silence, the teacher adjusted her glasses again and said, "Even if I did deny you, what does that have to do with inferiority?"

"I don't feel like analyzing," Li Qingming once again took out his pocket watch, "There's less than 10 minutes left."

"10 minutes is enough!" The teacher pulled her chair closer and said, "Analyze me right now. If you do it well, I'll issue you a clean bill of health. That way, Teacher Han won't be able to make things difficult for you."

"Make things difficult for me?" Li Qingming seemed a bit interested and raised his tone slightly as he asked, "So when Han Chun asked me to see you, he wasn't concerned about my mental health but was actually making things difficult on purpose?"

"Ah, I blurted out without thinking..."

"Then blurt it out completely."

"This... ah, never mind..." The teacher let out a long sigh and finally said, "He asked me to talk to you for an hour, to try and stuff the report with anti-social tendencies and psychological abnormalities. I guess it's to find a reason to persuade you to leave..."

"Such trivial matters." Li Qingming found it uninteresting, "From the look he gave me during morning reading, I thought it was off. I even thought he was plotting to murder me."

"What????" The counselor jolted, "Isn't that... a bit of a leap?"

"Not at all, it's much more logical than you think," Li Qingming tapped his head and said, "Think about it, if in a few minutes, I 'accidentally' committed suicide in the bathroom, who would be considered the stimulus for it?"

"... Me?" The counselor's eyes widened, "So your theory is, Han Chun wants to fake your suicide and throw the blame onto me? Let's not discuss his motive for now, but with so many people in the school, how could he even commit the act?"

"The whole school knows my bathroom schedule, and at that time, everyone will stay away from my designated stall," Li Qingming said with a hint of enthusiasm.