My Iyashikei Game Chapter 821: Without Tomorrow

“Protect the thirty children and don’t let any of them die!” Han Fei felt like he was trying hard to grasp something but the thing still slipped through his fingers.

He opened his eyes and tears stained his face. The sadness of the Unmentionable filled his heart. He couldn’t speak. The smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils. Han Fei felt pain in his body. It tried to separate his mind from his body. Han Fei looked around. He was lying on the bed in the school infirmary. Everything felt so real.

“Where is this?” He used a long time before he could remember his name.

“Han Fei….” Han Fei slowly sat up in bed. Han Fei wore very normal clothes. There was a bag of cheap cigarettes and a wrinkled class result report in his pocket. Footsteps came from the corridor before Han Fei could take a closer look. The sound of high heels against the tiles could be heard miles away. The door was pushed open. A normal-looking woman entered the room. When she saw that Han Fei was awake, she sat beside Han Fei. “Teacher Gao Cheng, I suggest that you stop working here. Your physical conditions are bad and your persona is collapsing. You need to rest.” She handed a physical report to Han Fei. The words were hard for Han Fei to understand.

“Name: Gao Cheng.

“Male, 28, Teacher of Class Seven.

“Basic greed persona. 31 percent of collapse. Appears to have an undetected hidden persona.

“Mental corruption 39 points. Close to the danger zone!

“Born with personality defects like heavy depression and temporary anger issues.

“Suggestion: This teacher is already not suitable for his job. If his conditions don’t improve in three days, he will be kicked out of school.”

The pain came from Han Fei’s brain. He held the report. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with this world?”

“Your brain is refusing to accept the reality. But I didn’t expect someone as determined as you to fall under mental corruption.” The school nurse sighed. She pulled back the curtains. “It has been 22 years since Xin Lu’s fall. Your beautiful childhood is just a memory.

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