1. The reincarnated youth of the Celestial Empire will not encounter carefree idols_3
Something magical happened: the neutral pen she picked up instantly became translucent; to be precise, it was as if she pulled out the translucent soul from the pen's body on the desk.
A neutral pen on the desk, a translucent one in her hand, as if the world line split into two.
"You still have that annoying face, President."
Ah, me?
No, I don't even know you that well. We haven't even met offline, right?
But Bai Yi didn't offer more explanations. Her face wore a temperature-less smile as she spoke, and she aimed the tip of the neutral pen at Yan Huan, seemingly intending to write something on him like she did with Zhou Bin before.
Yan Huan's dark pupils focused bit by bit, the voice that had resonated in his mind earlier echoing back,
[The correction plan has been initiated, please maintain your current posture, and remember not to display any behaviors that appear to recognize the modifier, otherwise severe consequences will follow!]
Even so, his arm still twitched, seemingly aiming for her bright wrists under the sleeves.
At this critical moment, a clear "tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock ..." sounded from the body of the girl in front of him, exactly like the clock sound he had heard before.
Then, he heard other mysterious sounds emanating from her,
[Current effect: Carefree]
[The fifteen-minute countdown is about to end, please be aware.]
Bai Yi's movements suddenly froze, still holding Yan Huan's neutral pen, but her face was already full of helplessness.
She glanced at the time, seemingly with some regret,
"Is it time already? So soon?"
She helplessly put the neutral pen back in its original place, perfectly overlapping with the other pen on his desk as if part of another timeline.
Turning back, her bright eyes carefully rested on Yan Huan's handsome face for a long while, then reluctantly turned away, getting ready to leave the classroom,
"We'll have time in the future, Yan Huan... huh."
"Tick-tock..."
"Tick-tock..."
Once again, the sound of the clock that had emerged before spread, both mechanical and like heavy droplets splashing.
Yan Huan's gaze followed the fleeting silhouette of her hurrying departure, fading gradually until it was entirely out of sight.
A few minutes passed, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.
But then, at a certain moment, Zhou Bin, standing at the lectern, trembled slightly, his face seemingly itching from countless strokes of a pen.
"Hiss!"
He quickly covered his face with a hand, making a "popping" sound.
That noise caused the students in the exam to look up; not minding their own business made everyone freeze,
"What are you looking at? Finished question two? Don't you want your grades, hurry up..."
"No... not that..." At this moment, a brave student shakily raised his hand pointing at Zhou Bin, quickly saying, "Teacher Zhou, your... your face!"
"My face?"
Zhou Bin was slightly startled and quickly pulled out his phone, turning on the front camera to face himself.
When it flipped on, there was his bald head on the screen, fiercely marred with marker, not only matching a pair of JQK but also written,
"Stupid teacher, stupid teacher, stupid teacher."
The handwriting was messy, resembling the scribbles of a three-year-old.
The classroom fell completely silent, only Zhou Bin's body shaking uncontrollably as his face turned redder,
"Who is it?!!!"
A second later, his miserable shout echoed through the entire academic building, probably startling the other exam rooms as well.
Only Yan Huan, sitting dazingly on his chair, knew exactly what had just happened.
Just like Zhou Bin, the hair ends which had been touched by the young girl earlier and had remained unfelt at his temples, now finally started giving off a little itch...
Like the Belated enchantment that was only striking the heart now, as Yan Huan took in the lingering beauty the girl hadn't taken with her.
Also delayed was the birthday wish he made when he was six years old...
That stroke, of fantastical color.