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Chapter 245. Teacher
"Da da……"

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the corridor grew louder as they approached, especially clear in the quiet afternoon.

Yuan Ziqi kept his head down, his vision limited to the drooping leg of a suit trouser. The fabric was impeccably ironed, gleaming with a cold sheen in the dim light.

"teacher."

He said respectfully.

A man in a dark green overcoat, carrying a black briefcase, stood in front of him, the hem of his overcoat swaying gently in the flowing wind.

The man didn't speak immediately, but instead scrutinized the student in front of him with a critical gaze.

"Are you really planning to stay here?"

The man's voice was deep, as if it came from a very far place.

Yuan Ziqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow beneath his eyes. He raised his index finger to his lips:

"The orange is still inside."

"She's asleep and won't hear the conversation."

The man's tone was so flat it was almost indifferent, as if he were simply stating a trivial fact.

After listening closely to the door panel, there was indeed no sound.

"...Teacher is truly a prophet."

Yuan Ziqi said.

He had never seen his teacher's true face. The man in the suit and tie in front of him was just one of her many personalities. As the most cautious strategist in the Light faction, she was always on guard, even when facing her own students.

"You are the top scholar."

The man's voice suddenly turned stern:
"You should understand that your talent and abilities are not even among the top among the strategists of the Light Faction, let alone being the strategist of the Restoration Army."

The wind blew through the corridor, fluttering the hem of Yuan Ziqi's clothes.

He felt a fine layer of cold sweat seep out of his back.

"He is in a position but lacks the wisdom to do so."

The man's voice was like a dull knife, slowly and cruelly cutting through reality:

"The ultimate outcome can only be self-destruction."

Seeing that Yuan Ziqi kept his head down and didn't speak, the man reminded him again:
"Among the famous strategists in the world of light today are several giants such as the [Precognizer], the [Conspirator], and the [Parallelist]. You are sitting in this position, which means you are playing chess with them."

"You can't even figure out a single battle; you'll just get played by those smart people until there's nothing left but bones."

Yuan Ziqi moved his lips and said:

"I didn't expect the Sword Master to come; she should have been in Haidu."

The man frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. His aversion to stupidity made him not want to speak at all, but considering that the person in front of him was a student of the main personality, he still suppressed his discomfort and patiently offered his advice:
“This is not the first time Sword Master has traveled by sword. You should have calculated her travel speed in advance based on the information you already had and set up a trap for her in Haidu.”

"But you didn't do that."

"In the Light faction, anyone can do the basic layout. The top strategists look at the handling of every detail. This slight difference in thinking is enough to make you lose the whole game."

Yuan Ziqi shut his mouth, realizing that his thinking was flawed.

He opened his mouth, then suddenly said:
"...Teacher, aren't you helping Dream Pavilion right now? If my plan succeeds and Chaoyang Base is invaded by the Revived Army, won't your plan go wrong?"

The man sneered:

"Why did the deviation occur? The idiot's failure was within my expectations."

Yuan Ziqi fell silent.

The man coldly offered a final piece of advice:
"I advise you to get away as soon as possible. You're too stupid to see it, but I can see it clearly—the entire existence of the Furong Army is nothing more than a pawn in the scheme of that 'conspirator' at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals."

Yuan Ziqi suddenly opened his eyes wide:

"how come……"

Before he could finish speaking, the man interrupted him and continued:
"Furthermore, I refuse to acknowledge you as my student, you idiot. I've come to see you today to clean house."

He bent down and brushed away non-existent dust from his dark green coat, a movement as elegant as brushing away a fallen leaf. Then, he took a black top hat from his briefcase, gently smoothed the fine wrinkles on the brim with his fingertips, and slowly put it on his head.

The shadow cast by the brim of his hat obscured half of his face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes that gleamed faintly in the darkness.

"If you are ever asked about your master's school in the future, do not mention that you were once a disciple of the Parallel School."

The man's footsteps faded into the distance down the corridor.

Yuan Ziqi stretched out his hands and stared blankly at his palms.

Like these mid-level Light faction talents, they can clearly see the devastation in the darkness, but they are always just one step away from reaching the spark of change.

To be born into the light faction but lack sufficient wisdom is itself a kind of suffering.

……

Chaoyang Base Medical Center.

After defeating Orange, the Furong Army seemed to know that the situation was hopeless, so they retreated quickly.

Jiang Jianxin had no intention of getting entangled with them any longer. She grabbed Zuo Siquan and rushed into the medical center.

Although the diary was covering her, the girl in his arms was still breathing weakly, and blood kept seeping from her wounds, leaving a shocking trail of bloodstains in the corridor.

Her intuition told her that this was because Zuo Siquan was already on the verge of death, and the diary from the third cycle was not so easy to cure a dying patient.

"Chief Elder!"

Elder Jiang! Are you injured?

The on-duty medical staff quickly gathered around, and just as the chief physician was about to reach out to take the injured person, Jiang Jianxin stepped aside. Her blood-stained hair clung to her cheek, and her eyes were frighteningly sharp.

"Prepare an observation ward immediately, without any medical equipment."

"Sir, this is not in accordance with procedure. The patient needs immediate..."

“Ayu”.

Jiang Jianxin, annoyed, looked up at the security camera in the corner of the ceiling, his voice carrying an undeniable resolve:
"Give me a sterile observation room, just one bed."

The red indicator light on the surveillance camera flashed twice rapidly, and the synthesized voice of a super artificial intelligence rang out in the corridor:
"Access confirmed. The observation room in Zone B is ready. Elder Jiang, access to the emergency elevator has been granted to you."

As the electronic voice faded, the security door not far away opened.

Jiang Jianxin carried Zuo Siquan and walked quickly toward the elevator, the hem of his shirt leaving a winding trail of blood on the floor.

The medical staff looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

The moment the elevator doors closed, a line of artificial intelligence commands appeared on the large screen in the medical center:

[Special medical control activated. Medical personnel are prohibited from entering Zone B from this time onwards to avoid disturbing the Chief Elder.]

"drop----"

The elevator arrived at the observation room in Zone B. Jiang Jianxin placed Zuo Siquan on the bed and frowned as he looked at her pale expression.
Can her diary save her life?

I know a faster way to save her.

"Intuition tells me."

Tell me quickly!

Jiang Jianxin urged.

[Contact a journalist and have them publish some sensational news about The Walter Mitty to get it trending; that'll save you faster than your diary.]

"Intuition tells me."

Can journalists' skills also save lives?

Jiang Jianxin didn't understand.

Intuition replied:
[There's no way to save someone who's not normal... As for why Zuo Siquan isn't normal, it all started with the Cangjiang pollution zone incident.]

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