"Perhaps there simply is no underlying principle?"
He smacked his lips, holding his pen aloft all this while, and after much hesitation, he still did not write down the sentence which felt extremely bizarre even with a mere glance: "Tomato sauce is plaster."
Having written down that entry, Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and pondered over it again and again. Confirming it was approximately correct, he then put down his pen.
Next, he reached into his pocket.
He pulled out two slips of paper, which contained more information than a sticky note, but essentially similar.
One slip of paper was folded very neatly, the other was also well-folded, just a bit wrinkled.
Lin Yi flipped through them briefly to get a vague impression.
His gaze lingered on the second point of the first slip of paper, reflective.
"The homeroom teacher seems off, but I can't pinpoint where exactly.
Be cautious around the homeroom teacher, her eyes can turn yellow."