The Yu Baoyin of today was vastly different from before. Her usual cheerfulness dimmed by the memories resurfacing in her mind.
With a voice tinged with melancholy, she began, "When I was in college, I had some classmates who loved to prank others. One day, during our practicum, they switched out my materials for a real hide… one infested with worms."
She could still remember it vividly—the sensation of countless maggots writhing against her skin, their cold, slimy bodies burrowing between her fingers. The initial horror had been unbearable. No matter how much she washed her hands afterward, the feeling remained, haunting her dreams for years.
Just hearing her words made Nanzhi clench her fists.
Yu Baoyin had been insensible at the time. She hadn't realized the prank immediately and had even requested new materials multiple times, unaware of the malicious switch.