Chapter 207: The Genius Kindergarten (End)

Chapter 207: The Genius Kindergarten (End)

Who?

Who is the one causing more damage to the dungeon?? Is it me?? Huh???

Zhou Yian had already found Jie Fangcheng's combat abilities absurd, but his spoken words turned out to be even more preposterous.

His hands were trembling, unsure if it was due to the beetles inside him or sheer agitation.

Jie Fangcheng didn't seem particularly pleased either.

Once again, walls were being destroyed, rooms were in disarray. Jie Fangcheng should have realized from day one in the kindergarten that this young man was trouble. After all, Zhou Yian had ruined a bed there on the very first afternoon.

A broken bed in the kindergarten was one thing; it was, after all, a simulated environment.

But this is someone's property in a mini-world! The hotel owner is an innocent party caught up in all of this.

Jie Fangcheng actually paid for his taxi rides here, even counted how much he and Zhan Xiaoming had left between them to determine how long they could afford to stay at the hotel, and whether they needed to borrow money.

And what was Zhou Yian doing?

Jie Fangcheng, of course, saw no fault in himself.

His logic was straightforward: Zhou Yian was the one who initiated the conflict, right? So who else could be at fault?

"Young man, remember that you'll need to pay for the damages," Jie Fangcheng added.

Zhou Yian's eyes were bloodshot; his anger and indignation had reached a boiling point.

"On what grounds?!?!"

On what grounds indeed!

After all he had been through, he had finally gained the opportunity to enter the game. Once in the dungeon, apart from Liu Feiyao, what had the other players done?

Zhan Xiaoming was constantly scurrying around like a loyal dog following Jie Fangcheng, while Han Ruihang and Pei Xiaodong were utterly useless. Had they done anything to contribute to clearing the dungeon since entering the game?

Only him!

He was the only one actively engaging with every NPC and actively participating in every event. Why was he the one with the worst luck, being singled out by both Jie Fangcheng and that critical NPC?!

Zhou Yian refused to accept it!

Although Xie Fangcheng wasn't particularly skilled at finding clues to pass challenges, his many years of working in the underworld had given him ample experience with people like Zhou Yian.

At this moment, Zhou Yian's indignation and demeanor reminded Xie Fangcheng of a melodramatic character from a Qiong Yao drama—morally askew yet convinced of their own tragic fate. Xie Fangcheng couldn't be bothered to engage in further discussion.

Xie Fangcheng could feel a nauseating energy emanating from Zhou Yian's chest, fueling his current vigor.

Xie Fangcheng lunged forward in two steps, gripping Zhou Yian's shoulder with his left hand, while his right fist aimed straight for Zhou Yian's chest.

With a resounding "thud," Zhou Yian's chest caved in dramatically, breaking an indeterminate number of ribs.

Zhou Yian vomited a mouthful of blood tinged with flesh. Something within the blood seemed to be struggling, trying to escape from the terrifying man before it, only to be crushed underfoot the next second.

Zhou Yian suddenly felt his strength evaporate from his entire body. Simultaneously, the agonizing pain that had clamped onto his internal organs also disappeared.

Meanwhile, the beetles that had been swirling around him emitted barely audible screams before dying off en masse.

Zhou Yian's body, previously inflated forcibly by the beetles, now returned to its original form. His skin sagged as if he were a person who had undergone excessive liposuction, collapsing onto the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Without the beetles to amplify his voice, Zhou Yian's already-damaged vocal cords sounded like a speaker with a tear, yet he still managed to emit a scream beyond human imagination.

It was the kind of cry that one might hear as a final utterance when all hope is extinguished, like an ant screaming for help in front of an oncoming tidal wave, only to be consumed nonetheless.

Even Zhan Xiaoming, who had once almost lost his life because of Zhou Yian, felt a slight pang of pity at this moment.

Zhan Xiaoming opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.

Standing in front of Zhou Yian, Xie Fangcheng acted as if he had done nothing at all, turning to leave.

Collapsed on the ground, Zhou Yian mustered his last reserves of strength.

He suddenly lurched upward, swinging his scepter at Xie Fangcheng.

Xie Fangcheng instinctively twisted his torso, dodging the blow.

Zhou Yian collapsed like a heap of mud, his deteriorated insides causing ripples of horror beneath layers of skin. Zhan Xiaoming almost couldn't resist the urge to help him up.

Having dodged the attack, Xie Fangcheng cast him an indifferent glance and continued to walk away.

Two skeletal fingers clutched the hem of his trousers.

"...Don't go..." Tears mixed with blood from Zhou Yian's face trickled down. "Why... can't you... save me..."

He had done wrong, he had been selfish, but did he truly deserve such retribution?

A faint sigh seemed to drift through the air.

Xie Fangcheng squatted in front of him, looking earnestly at the man before him.

"Zhou Yian, have you ever stopped to consider why Zhan Xiaoming, Han Ruihang, and Pei Xiaodong ended up the way they did?"

So it was for this reason!

Zhou Yian had countless justifications and excuses swirling in his mind, but his vocal cords couldn't carry them all. Ironically, the seemingly unassuming and unintelligent man before him managed to articulate all of his thoughts.

"Is this what you want to say: They survived despite everything, you wouldn't have stood a chance against those ghosts even if you'd stayed in the rest room, and your selfishness didn't result in any particularly dire consequences?"

Xie Fangcheng looked him squarely in the eye: "If that's the case, what's wrong with my own selfish unwillingness to help you? I'm simply another 'Zhou Yian' in your orbit. But even I haven't gone as far as you. After all, even if you were to attack me, I wouldn't lock you up in a room filled with ghosts. When you chose to be selfish, you lost the right to expect selflessness from others."

The fingers clutching Xie Fangcheng's trousers finally let go.

Zhou Yian buried his face in the ground, no longer lifting his head.

Having said all this, Xie Fangcheng walked over to Zhang Siqan.

Zhang Siqan had been watching him all along. Upon Xie Fangcheng's return, he handed him a handkerchief.

"Thank you," said Xie Fangcheng as he accepted the handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hands.

Standing next to Xie Fangcheng, Zhan Xiaoming felt an odd sense of distance and unfamiliarity.

When they first entered the instance, he thought Xie Fangcheng was just a clueless newbie who didn't even know how to respond to NPCs.

Later, after this "newbie" saved him, Zhan Xiaoming thought of him as a long-lost brother. They could become friends, go out for meals, and he could introduce Xie Fangcheng to all his favorite restaurants.

However, just at that moment, Zhan Xiaoming seemed to glimpse another side of Xie Fangcheng, one that was unlike the man he thought he knew.

The next second, Xie Fangcheng turned to him: "Hey, are you alright?"

Zhan Xiaoming stared blankly, momentarily unable to grasp what he meant, and instinctively shook his head.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Xie Fangcheng asked again.

Zhan Xiaoming looked somewhat bewildered.

Xie Fangcheng muttered to Zhang Siqan: "These players are something else, huh? Look at his wrist, it's like a fountain and he acts like it's no big deal."

Zhan Xiaoming: "?"

Zhan Xiaoming: "..."

Zhan Xiaoming: "Ahhhhhhhh! Xie Fangcheng, help me!"

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Zhan Xiaoming was hospitalized that afternoon. In this pocket universe, his severed hand couldn't be reattached, especially since the beetles had eaten all the flesh, leaving only bones.

Before Xie Fangcheng had crushed the queen beetle, Zhan Xiaoming's hand had been severed at the wrist. However, the beetles had been swarming around the wound, both drinking and staunching the flowing blood.

Once the beetles died, there was nothing to staunch the flow, and the blood naturally spurted out.

Suffering from severe blood loss, Zhan Xiaoming was sent to the hospital. Semi-conscious en route, his remaining good hand tried to clutch Xie Fangcheng's sleeve.

"Brother Xie..." Tears filled Zhan Xiaoming's eyes.

There were elixirs in the game that could heal injuries instantly, but whether for limb restoration or life-saving, these potions were rare and precious.

Zhan Xiaoming's uncle was a D-class Hunter and also a highly-skilled lifestyle player who roasted seeds to perfection. Even he only had one restorative elixir, let alone Zhan Xiaoming.

Players generally hesitate to use expensive items to treat their in-game injuries; after all, there are affordable medical pods outside the instance, and beyond that, hospitals that can save them as long as their brains are still intact.

Players inside instances receive a significant boost to their physical capabilities. Take Zhou Yian, for example. Despite severe internal injuries and a heart half-eaten by the queen beetle, he remained alive enough to be rushed to the emergency room.

Zhan Xiaoming had no idea if he had been gnawed on internally. All he felt was pain everywhere, as if his entire body had been bored into by countless worms.

The boy was genuinely naive, his eyes still brimming with tears as he looked at Xie Fangcheng.

Xie Fangcheng grasped his hand, visibly exasperated. "What are you scared of? You're not going to die."

"Really? I won't die?"

"You won't."

Zhan Xiaoming sniffled, "But it hurts so much, will I die from the pain?"

Xie Fangcheng produced a stick from somewhere—it seemed to be a clothes rod from a room Zhou Yian had wrecked in that unfortunate hotel. With a deadpan face, he looked at Zhan Xiaoming, who seemed ready to smear his tears all over his hand. "If you're that scared, I'll just kill you. Then you won't die from pain."

Sobbing, Zhan Xiaoming let go of his hand.

On the brink of unconsciousness, he felt a pat on his shoulder, as if someone was awkwardly trying to comfort him.

"Told you, you're not going to die..."

I'm really not going to die, am I?

Both Zhan Xiaoming, slipping in and out of consciousness, and Zhou Yian, who was staring blankly at the ceiling, were wheeled into the emergency room. Xie Fangcheng glanced around, and the perceptive Zhang Siqan immediately said, "You should go back to the nursery first."

"Ah? Is that really okay?" Xie Fangcheng seemed hesitant.

He was mainly concerned about what to do if Zhou Yian were to pick a fight with Professor Zhang.

Zhou Yian might appear powerless now, but Professor Zhang was even less combat-ready.

After clearing this instance, he'd need to acquire some items for the professor.

As Xie Fangcheng pondered this, the man beside him merely chuckled, "It's fine, he's not an idiot."

Although Zhou Yian was now in a half-dead state, his parents had indeed passed away.

"I've also promised him that once he meets the prerequisites, I will help find someone to adopt him."

Xie Fangcheng remained hesitant.

Zhang Siqun in front of him extended his hand, guiding Xie Fangcheng's to touch his lower back.

What the—!

Xie Fangcheng stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

A gun!

This kid...carrying a gun in this pocket world is illegal. He's truly audacious!

Zhang Siqun looked back at him: "Don't worry, I'm not like that 'Zhang Dao'an' you remember... I'm not that weak person you have in mind."

"Huh?" Xie Fangcheng paused, instinctively countering, "What are you talking about? You were strong before too."

Exceptionally strong.

Zhang Siqun arched an eyebrow: "If I'm so strong, why are you still so worried about me?"

Xie Fangcheng felt an odd tension rise in his heart, as if Zhang Siqun's words held multiple meanings.

He withdrew his hand and nodded.

"Ahem... I'll go check on the nursery then come right back."

"Alright."

Xie Fangcheng quickly left the hospital.

Zhang Siqun watched his retreating figure, his gaze enigmatic.

"'Zhang Dao'an'... is it?"

He cocked his head. Though he usually exuded an air of grace and charm, at this moment an indefinable malicious aura seemed to surround him.

"—Really annoying," he mused with a smile.

Meanwhile, back at the Genius Nursery, it was already afternoon.

Liu Feiyao's plan had been accurate; she was indeed incredibly smart, brave, and meticulous. Not only had she safely navigated her own situation yesterday, but she had also assisted Han Ruihang and Pei Xiaodong.

"Damn, thanks to the info Liu found, my 'parent' conducted a surprise inspection yesterday! If it wasn't for her heads-up, I would've failed for sure," Pei Xiaodong said.

Pei Xiaodong had set the bar too high for himself in front of his "parent" initially. In order to curry favor, he had projected the image of a prodigy, which had now become a source of suffering for him.

However, hearing him say this, Liu Feiyao's brow slightly furrowed.

She hesitated before saying, "Pei, maybe you should...perform a bit worse tonight. A punishment won't matter as long as you don't end up dead."

"Ah? Why is that?"

Liu Feiyao analyzed, "Neither my 'guardian' nor Rui Xing's have conducted any surprise inspections on us. I suspect your 'knowledge' has already reached a certain threshold. If you continue to excel excessively, the final day of the examination might be quite unbearable."

"I see," Pei Xiaodong hesitantly nodded, unsure if he fully comprehended.

By noon, during a game of hide-and-seek, the trio reconvened in the lounge.

This time it wasn't just Liu Feiyao looking for books. Having been emboldened by yesterday's ordeal, Han Rui Xing and Pei Xiaodong had also grown much braver.

"We can't let you do everything, Sister Liu, can we?" Han Rui Xing smiled, revealing his little fangs, "Before going into the dungeon, I also did a lot of research. Many theories from the forums have been confirmed here. Like not placing too much trust in your teammates—for example, you-know-who. And that a newbie's best luck is to meet a kind-hearted expert, like Brother Jie, Brother Zhan, and you, Sister Liu."

He mused, "Honestly, both Xiaodong and I haven't accomplished much in this dungeon. Whether it's brains or brawn, we're lacking. We're basically what they call 'cannon fodder' in the legends..."

"There's no such thing as cannon fodder," Liu Feiyao looked at him earnestly, "Everyone's life is important. There's no 'cannon fodder' in this world. Believe in yourself."

Han Rui Xing quickly blinked and nodded.

"Enough talking, let's focus on finding the information. Once we get out of this dungeon, I'm definitely treating myself to a feast!"

Pei Xiaodong also chuckled, "A feast? Can you even afford one? Have you ever been to the food street? Even in Zone B, a plain dish like stir-fried pork with green peppers costs more than ten points. Our base score for clearing a level-one dungeon is still below three hundred points. We'll be sticking to nutrient solutions when we get back!"

"You're such a pessimist! People should have dreams!"

Pei Xiaodong laughed heartily, "Then I only have one dream! And that's to successfully clear this dungeon—"

Then came the night of the third day.

Pei Xiaodong stared blankly at the "paper" in his hand.

Beside him, his "guardian" had long, unkempt hair and a beard that hadn't been tended to for days but were both surprisingly combed now.

On the face of his "guardian," one eye was blind, while the other still-functioning eye was fixed on Pei Xiaodong.

Its long fingernails were almost digging into the back of Pei Xiaodong's head.

With a grin, the "guardian" pushed Pei Xiaodong's face closer to the exam paper.

"Thought you were pretty smart, didn't you? Thought you knew everything, huh?" it queried, "This test should be a piece of cake for you, then?"

The test paper in front of him was filled with advanced mathematical symbols.

Higher Mathematics—

Despite how well Pei Xiaodong had prepared, at this moment, the characters on the paper seemed to twist and warp.

...It wasn't just an illusion.

This was a handwritten test, and the person who copied it was not well-educated. Many symbols he had never seen before, and the copier himself was unsure whether he got them right.

Why has it come to this?

That day, Liu Feiyao advised Pei Xiaodong not to perform too well in the evening, but Pei Xiaodong was apprehensive.

He wasn't Zhan Xiaoming, who had the luxury of relying on special items.

What did Pei Xiaodong have? He'd never cleared a dungeon, and he didn't even know how he ended up in this game.

He was only slightly better off than Liu Feiyao; his world was a technologically backward modern society. In that realm, Pei Xiaodong was considered a talent. Working relentlessly through three sleepless nights on an experiment, his last thought before his demise was a persistent worry: that his long-labored experiment couldn't go to waste.

Then, upon opening his eyes again, he found himself in an infinite game.

Initially, Pei Xiaodong thought he was a chosen one. However, after perusing forums, he realized that his home world lacked spiritual energy and was mediocre in terms of technological advancement. Much of what they were still researching had already been developed in other worlds.

No magic, no high-tech, no specialized knowledge... Players like him were dime a dozen on the forums. Many newcomers sought comfort in online groups, only to have seasoned players bluntly tear them down.

"Most of you are cannon fodder; just enjoy the free month the game provides."

Hence, Han Rui Xing's sentiments were understandable, and Pei Xiaodong shared them. Yet Liu Feiyao's words greatly inspired him.

Still, that day... he ultimately lacked the courage to heed Liu Feiyao's advice. He made a glaring mistake to lower his "guardian's" evaluation of him.

Pei Xiaodong thought, perhaps Liu Feiyao was merely speculating. What if she was wrong?

His "guardian" was fairly amenable and often praised him for his skills, so there shouldn't be any issues, right?

But Liu Feiyao's intuition proved to be spot on.

The paper in front of him was filled with numbers and symbols utterly foreign to him, leaving him unable to answer any questions.

However, his "guardian" was already growing impatient.

"Aren't you supposed to be gifted? Aren't you a prodigy? Don't you never make mistakes?"

By the time he reached the last sentence, Pei Xiaodong felt the sharp nails pierce the skin on the back of his head.

"Answer the questions!"

Pei Xiaodong's teeth trembled slightly. When he turned his head a fraction, he found himself locking eyes with his "guardian."

At some indeterminable point, the face of his one-eyed "guardian" had grown covered in eyeballs, all staring intently at Pei Xiaodong.

"Why aren't you answering?" his "guardian" queried, "Aren't you so talented that even I can't teach you anything? Answer the questions!"

It was only then that Pei Xiaodong truly understood.

If he performed poorly, he would incur his "guardian's" displeasure.

But if he excelled too much, making his "guardian" feel incapable of educating a child whose knowledge surpassed their own, that would also trigger their dissatisfaction.

Damn it...

Pei Xiaodong wanted to give it his all, but what did he have to offer?

"Answer the questions! Why aren't you answering? Are you looking down on me? You think the test I've set is not worth your time?"

His guardian roared furiously from behind, causing Pei Xiaodong's legs to quiver. He was at a loss for words.

He felt like a discarded rag, effortlessly hoisted into the air.

"What's gotten into you? Not listening to your elders anymore? Think you're so smart now, that you've outgrown my guidance?" The guardian's hand shot out angrily, seizing his head. "Let's see just how brilliant this mind of yours is, and what you've been filling it with..."

Before he could tighten his grip, a figure kicked the door open with a loud bang.

Sensing the intrusion, Pei Xiaodong turned his head and immediately burst into tears.

"Brother Jie!"

Jie Fangcheng felt like the mother hen in those fables about eagles and chicks, having to rescue everyone one by one.

These past couple of days, he'd been running around hospitals and nurseries when he had free time. He felt confident that Liu Feiyao was fine, especially as today was the last day.

Jie Fangcheng's own "guardian" was also about to embark on a mission.

"My impression of you?" Jie Fangcheng nodded, "It's good. Quite good, actually."

Indeed, quite good.

Zhang Si Quan paid them such high salaries that both Jie Fangcheng and Zhan Xiaoming's guardians practically revered them.

Zhou Yi An also received his own guardian, as Zhang Si Quan had promised.

Especially since Zhou Yi An was currently hospitalized, his new guardian would visit him after finishing his day's work, tending to him with care.

Ever since that day, Zhou Yi An had remained silent, making it unclear what he was contemplating.

Zhang Si Quan, however, seemed to read his thoughts with a single glance.

"Jie Fangcheng is a man with a strong sense of cleanliness," Zhang Si Quan said, standing at the doorway after discussing Zhou Yi An's medical condition with the doctor — on a side note, he had covered all the hospital fees for both Zhou Yi An and Zhan Xiaoming, even partially compensating the damaged hotel.

Lying in the bed like a living corpse, Zhou Yi An couldn't make out the meaning of Zhang Si Quan's words. Still at the door, Zhang Si Quan continued, "Killing you would be easy. A mere stick would suffice. But to only kill the parasite within you without taking your life, that required him to use his fists. I, for one, wouldn’t soil my hands for someone like you."

With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Zhang Si Quan added, "You’re truly lucky to have encountered a gentle and kind opponent. While he might be that way, I am not."

Zhou Yi An shot him a sharp look.

Standing at the doorway, this “high-schooler” with neither special abilities nor magical items stared back at him. Zhou Yi An suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

"If you harbor any thoughts of revenge, I will make sure you remain in this world."

Zhou Yi An paled.

He believed this man was capable of carrying out the threat. Although he was still unsure what cards Zhang Si Quan had up his sleeve... or if Zhang Si Quan even needed any.

He was on such good terms with Jie Fangcheng; if he ever said he wanted to kill him, wouldn't Jie immediately take action?

The man at the doorway smiled, "So, rather than considering how to deal with Jie Fangcheng, you should think about how to persuade me that you’ve abandoned any notions of 'revenge.'"

Two days.

Two full days after Zhang Si Quan had finished speaking, Zhou Yi An had visibly lost weight. His skin sagged even more noticeably, and dark circles had formed under his youthful eyes.

On the final day, while Jie Fangcheng was visiting the hospital to chat with Zhan Xiaoming, Zhou Yi An overheard part of their conversation when he went to the restroom.

That woman, Liu Feiyao... Such a meddler. She claimed to be concerned for Pei Xiaodong's safety and wanted Jie Fangcheng to check on him.

What a joke! Was Jie Fangcheng her summoned creature or something? Despite appearing gentle, Zhou Yi An knew very well that he was actually quite...

"Focus on your recovery. I'll go check things out. If everything's fine, I might as well make a round and see how everyone else is doing."

With that said, Jie Fangcheng left.

Leaning on his crutch against the wall, Zhou Yi An took some time before returning to his hospital room.

Jie Fangcheng arrived first at Pei Xiaodong's place, finding him in that precarious situation.

Without further ado, Jie Fangcheng resorted to the first solution he had conceived for clearing the level.

"Satisfied or not? Satisfied or not? Satisfied or not?"

Jie Fangcheng brandished a rolling pin.

The NPC in his grasp wailed, far less intimidating than when it had menaced Pei Xiaodong.

Jie Fangcheng realized the practicality of his approach was flawed.

The NPC kept uttering "Satisfied, satisfied," and while Jie Fangcheng could sense its sincerity, he still couldn't be sure whether this level of satisfaction was sufficient to clear the level.

Having no better option, Jie Fangcheng just did his best.

Consequently, he flogged the NPC from 8 pm until midnight. The NPC cried so much it lost its voice and could only nod frantically.

As the clock struck twelve, Jie Fangcheng heard a "ding" sound in his ear.

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Ding—You and your companion have achieved a 100% completion rate for this instance dungeon, earning a special reward.

Ding...

Jie Fangcheng had never experienced anything like this before. In his previous game, "Do Not Reply," he didn't even get a single point. This game, on the other hand, bombarded him with constant notifications. Before he could even receive the rewards for the current instance dungeon, he had already acquired a bunch of other rewards.

Jie Fangcheng didn't check his inventory first; instead, he turned to look at Pei Xiaodong beside him.

"Did we clear it?"

Pei Xiaodong nodded frantically. There were still scratch marks on his face from an NPC, but his smile was radiant.

"Grade C!"

Though it was only a C grade, one should know that the grading system in "Three Thousand Worlds" is particularly stringent. For any player, especially a new one, to achieve a C grade is quite an accomplishment.

That's not important...

"Brother Jie! I got the 100% completion special reward!"

Saying this, Pei Xiaodong, without any hesitation, pulled the reward item out of his inventory.

After glancing at it, his excitement heightened even further.

"Special skill! Unidentified!"

Although it's yet to be identified, an item with a special skill must at least be a high-grade item; it couldn't be just an ordinary one.

"What about you, Brother Jie? What item did you get?"

Jie Fangcheng, who hadn't even had the time to check his rewards after clearing the instance, was currently on the phone with Zhang Siquan.

The system had already prompted that they would be teleported out in about five minutes.

As for what to do after the instance ends, he had discussed this with Professor Zhang.

"I have a feeling we'll meet again," was what Professor Zhang had said.

Jie Fangcheng didn't know where this confidence came from, nor did he know how to get them out of there.

"Well..."

Zhang Siquan looked at him, his expression gentle. "I believe that, whether or not I've lost my memory the next time we meet, we'll certainly get to know each other again."

Jie Fangcheng wanted to give him a call to say the countdown had begun, and he likely wouldn't make it back in time.

But perhaps due to the instance already being closed, he found himself back in his black T-shirt and jeans, and his phone was no longer functional.

"Brother Jie? Brother Jie?" Pei Xiaodong looked at him curiously.

Jie Fangcheng looked at his phone, paused for a moment, and then abruptly turned around.

"I have something urgent, I need to go."

"Huh?"

Before Pei Xiaodong could fully comprehend what was happening, Jie Fangcheng had already dashed out, moving even faster than when he arrived.

He suddenly recalled—had Zhang Dao'an, now amnesic, seen what he currently looked like?

If he didn't show his current self, who knows if Zhang would even recognize him next time...