The cycle begins to repeat itself today.

“I won’t get this close to you at school anymore, unless you’re prepared to take care of me for the rest of my life, and I can be sure you can do that.” She stepped back about two paces and smiled, “But at night, or when no one is watching, you can do whatever you want, so don’t get angry.”

I gave a soft hum and shrugged, indicating that I didn't care.

"You can do whatever you want from now on. Since you want Ye Yuqing to live, I won't stop you. However, I want to know, are you going to kill her now that you've saved her?"

"How could that be?"

"That's a real shame. I was hoping to see who was more likable than her. The first time was on the rooftop of the school building, which seemed like a pretty good idea."

As she spoke those wanton words, her eyes no longer met mine. She snapped out of her daze, smiled at me again, and took a step forward. The moment that step landed, she seemed like a completely different person. The submissive yet wanton girl had vanished entirely; before me walked a Lin Xue exuding an aura of icy intimidation. It wasn't until the sound of her footsteps, which had repeatedly filled me with tension and fear, gradually rose and faded into the distance that I snapped back to reality. I had forgotten to ask her about her footsteps.

However, it's probably not something that's in a rush.

I followed her not far behind, walking towards the classroom. She didn't stop or do anything unusual during this time, not even glancing back at me. If her previous emotions were genuine, then even now, when no one could see me, she still hadn't looked back at me; she should be able to control her desires well. But this slightly contradicts my previous conclusion.

Although it's a little inappropriate, March's promiscuous behavior doesn't seem to be something she deliberately displayed. As she said, everything she did was to get revenge on her parents by hurting herself, which makes her ability to control her thoughts all the more surprising.

I had thwarted her plans, which enraged her so much that she tracked me down and tried to kill me. This shows she's not a girl who can always remain rational. However, during the quiet period before she tried to kill me, I didn't notice anything unusual about her. And even when she honestly couldn't see me, she treated me as if I were invisible. Her restraint was somewhat frightening.

In March, she didn't seem to be suppressing any emotions. She took everything for granted and carried out her own plans and arrangements. The March I called her was so different from Lin Xue herself that I felt they were two different people, which made me feel a bit like she had a split personality.

But when I think of this, I think of March's younger sister, Lin Yin.

Lin Yin has already proven that she is an independent individual, and the possibility of her fabricating the story is unlikely. I arrived at this point in time through time travel, and nothing related to Ye Zi has happened yet. Therefore, March herself shouldn't have noticed my existence. Even if she had explored my information, I wouldn't be of any value to her. It's unlikely that March would prepare a fake identity for me in advance to deal with me.

As for it being a universal identity that could be used to deceive anyone, I think that's highly unlikely. March's parents are so domineering, and although she managed to buy a cell phone with her savings, it didn't even have a SIM card, indicating that her allowance was actually quite limited. That amount wouldn't be enough to forge an identity.

As for other possibilities... to be honest, I haven't come up with any feasible methods. At most, it's possible that March could find a girl named Lin Yin and use her to deceive me, but the information I found on her desk doesn't prove this; on the contrary, it makes me even more convinced that March has a younger sister named Lin Yin.

March's current behavior has made me doubt this again, but there are many ways to verify it. At least I can force March to bring her sister to see me once, or I can go to Lin Yin's classroom to see her myself before school is over. Either way, this point of doubt will disappear directly, so I am not too worried about it.

Instead of worrying about that, I'd rather be happy right now. Yezi, this time I can finally save her without any drama, right? What did I do before? Maybe I need to think about it again?

Last time, just when I was about to take a good rest, I was stabbed because I didn't notice March's presence. This time, I've temporarily stabilized March's situation, and given Yezi's current state, she shouldn't attract much attention, which is a good thing for me. I can save Yezi and then have a peaceful day to rest. The fact that yesterday didn't have to be relived can also be seen as a symbol that I haven't done anything wrong so far.

I hope nothing bad will happen.

Although I still feel somewhat uneasy, I have dealt with all the problems I know of and that need to be addressed, so everything should be fine.

Even if there are problems, although it's a bit troublesome, starting over isn't actually that difficult.

Chapter 152 The Conflict Between Groups

March and I arrived at the teaching building one after the other. When I saw the building, the lights were already on in every classroom on each floor, indicating that people had already arrived and started studying. I couldn't help but check the time on my phone; it wasn't even six o'clock in the morning yet.

Even at such an early hour, people were already at school starting their studies? For the first time, I felt a sense of admiration for these people, but that was all.

I admire them for doing what I couldn't, but that admiration doesn't change my mindset about this matter. In addition, given what has happened recently, I probably don't even have a trace of my mind on it anymore.

After entering the teaching building in March, I originally wanted to follow, but then I remembered that I usually arrive at school much later than this, so I hesitated.

Because of what happened in March, I can't help but care about such trivial matters now. Even if it's just for peace of mind, I didn't go into the teaching building immediately. Instead, I went to the convenience store next to the cafeteria. Although it was early, they seemed to have already adapted to this schedule in order to make money, and there were already people busy in the store.

I realized I hadn't had breakfast yet, so I bought a bread roll and a bottle of water at the convenience store and walked to a spot not far from the school store where I could see the classrooms to eat. Intentionally wanting to procrastinate, I ate slowly; it took me almost ten minutes to finish this small piece of bread. The time I spent was negligible compared to usual, and during that time, the school became increasingly crowded.

More and more students entered the teaching building. After thinking about it, I decided to give up and stop standing there to kill time, and headed towards the teaching building.

As I walked to the classroom door, I didn't find anyone who had come the same way as me. It wasn't until I pushed open the classroom door that I realized the first two rows were full, with only two people left. I wasn't surprised at all that the group of top students, including March, were sitting there.

As I walked in, a girl sitting in the first row near the door looked up at me. I saw her open her mouth as if she wanted to say hello, but she quickly gave up the idea after seeing my face.

That's to be expected; they only greet people they know well, and they probably wouldn't remember someone like me.

I calmly closed the door again, went to my seat, and glanced around. It was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight, which made me feel a little uneasy. I looked up at March, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, and saw that she was engrossed in her book. Everyone around her was doing the same, but no one was making a sound. Even though there were people in the classroom, it was eerily quiet.

There used to be many more people in the classroom than there are now. This is actually the first time I've come to school relatively early, and I'm fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, to witness such a quiet scene.

Under this strangely oppressive silence, I had to lower the volume I could control and sit quietly in my seat. The silence seemed to begin to break when I heard the outside world gradually become more lively, the distinctive sounds of people moving about reaching my ears.

I heard several familiar male voices talking as they approached. They were quite loud, and it took me about ten seconds to see them, probably because they were talking so loudly. They were speaking rather recklessly. Although they weren't talking about anything inappropriate, their volume was loud, and their laughter was also unrestrained. The classroom started to become noisy, just as I had sensed earlier.

I saw them walk past the front row, completely unaware that their actions were disturbing others. As they passed by, I saw the expressions of the elite group of students squinting at them, their faces seemingly conveying anger and disdain.

The same disdainful expression appeared on the faces of the three boys who were getting closer to me. I felt something vague becoming clearer.

They must have done it on purpose, right?

I recalled the information I had previously gathered: using grades as a dividing line and this system as a clue, the people in the classroom were categorized into two groups. They looked down on each other, but their methods of dealing with each other differed.

Although the group of top students disliked the people in the back of the classroom, they chose to ignore their influence rather than spend time and energy arguing with them. Judging from their expressions, they seemed to use them as negative role models to motivate themselves to study, and they did not waste time on things unrelated to learning.

The other group looks down on the academically gifted students who only know how to study, and they feel disgusted by it. However, they are a group of playful and rebellious teenagers. Apart from violence or sports, they have no way to beat the academically gifted students. In addition, the current school system is clearly dominated by the system that prioritizes academic ability, so they should have no way to resist.

So they chose another method—to interfere with others, ideally preventing the top students from continuing to study. If they could pull the other side into the same arena as themselves, then the disadvantage could be reversed.

It's truly a boring and hopeless way of thinking.

I withdrew my gaze, deciding not to dwell on anything related to them. Aside from Ye Zi and March, no one else's affairs concerned me.

After I came to my senses, I realized something—the things I had just thought of were things I hadn't noticed before, and it was only today, at this rather special time, that I saw them.

Normally I shouldn't be interested in their affairs at any time... Is this a lingering effect of recent events?

I sat quietly in my seat, pondering this question.

Chapter 153 Rampage of Fantasy

I didn't find the answer to the question I was pondering until I heard the teacher's undeniable voice coming from the classroom doorway. I looked up and saw Ye Zi standing there, being scolded. The all-too-familiar scene made me unconsciously put aside my own thoughts.

After being scolded for a short while, and with many late students arriving soon, Yezi quickly managed to escape and head to her seat. Not wanting anything more to happen, I pretended not to care, avoiding looking at Yezi and instead looking out the window, as I always do. Yezi sat down next to me and quickly began taking out all her books.

Immediately afterwards, words that felt incredibly familiar and somewhat nostalgic came from Ye Zi beside me: "Um, that..."

I suppressed a laugh and turned to look at her. She looked at me with a slightly awkward and uneasy expression.

"What's the date today? I forgot my phone."

I stared at her for a while longer, and only when I saw that Yezi's already somewhat embarrassed expression had become even more awkward did I look away. I then pretended to quietly take out my phone and glanced at it: "Today is September 12th."

"Oh! If I remember correctly, it should be today."

After she finished speaking, she started talking to herself for a while before noticing that I was still watching her. Then she looked at me somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away because I heard some good news..."

"It's nothing." I shook my head gently to her to indicate that I didn't care, but the moment I turned my head, I saw March sitting at the front of the classroom, looking at me with her head slightly tilted to the side.

It seemed to be observing the situation on my side. It appeared to be slightly different from what I had initially guessed.

I looked in her direction and smiled at her, but I don't know if she saw it, because March turned her head away again. When I looked at Yezi again, I found that she was also looking ahead in the same direction as me, and I could see a clear look of disappointment on her profile.

Perhaps realizing I was watching her, she turned her head away, and as if she had thought of something, she hurriedly explained to me, "I won't tell anyone."

"It's not a strange relationship, so you don't need to worry." I smiled at her. As for saying it wasn't a strange relationship, although I wasn't very confident about it, it wasn't enough for Ye Zi to see that I was guilty.

Ye Zi nodded slightly after receiving a reply, then turned back to her book. I didn't have anything else to do, so I casually flipped through the book, pretending not to cooperate, just to appease the teacher.

Around noon, when it was lunchtime, Yezi, as usual, stood up from her seat and followed the flow of people out of the classroom. Knowing what she was going to do and that she would be fine until tonight, I wasn't too worried and went to the cafeteria alone. As for March, she stayed in the classroom reading, probably planning to wait until the cafeteria was less crowded before going with her friends—the group of top students sitting in the front row, who I could call friends or not.

Ignoring either of them, I felt like I was back in my ordinary days, a feeling I'd missed for a long time, and a sense of relaxation. But I also clearly sensed the boredom that came with it.

Indeed, after getting used to the previous routine, this mundane and uneventful state was quite boring for me. I went to the cafeteria, quickly ate lunch, and then headed back to the classroom. I glanced up at the roof of the teaching building, and Ye Zi's figure flashed by. When I reached the bottom of the building, I saw groups of top students walking past me, discussing questions they vaguely remembered, heading towards the cafeteria.

If I hadn't experienced it firsthand, I probably would never have imagined that such a thing could be hidden beneath this seemingly peaceful daily life.

I arrived at the floor where the classroom was located. Passing by the closed lecture hall, I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided against alerting them. Letting things take their course was the best approach. I returned to the classroom and sat in my seat. Neither Yezi nor March were there, and even if they were, there was nothing I could do. There were no pressing issues that required my immediate attention. I rested my head on the desk, intending to take a nap.

The classroom wasn't exactly quiet, but it wasn't noisy enough to keep me awake either. However, my mind was unusually clear; I wasn't sleepy at all, and I felt a bit overexcited.

Is it because I slept a few extra hours last night? I'm not quite sure, but I feel the rest of the time is a bit boring and a little hard to get through.

I had to sit up straight again and look out the window. But what came to mind was not the scenery outside the window, but the leaves and March's body, which were intertwined after the scenery was distorted. They were naked, and March, who was slightly taller, was hugging the curled-up leaves. They were lying on a bed with all four eyes staring at me.

After a brief moment of distraction, I quickly snapped back to reality and shook my head vigorously, trying to shake the image out of my mind. However, the effect was minimal, as similar scenes kept flashing through my mind. Later, I even saw a figure that looked almost identical to March, but with slight differences, join in – it must be Lin Yin.

I propped my head up, feeling my blood start to flow faster, and my whole body felt warm.

I tried to distract myself with certain thoughts, but the recurring images kept pushing my thoughts away one by one. I felt a desire to stop fantasizing, but my body wouldn't carry that desire out for me.

I felt an uncontrollable fire rising in my heart, making me extremely uncomfortable. This state persisted, with a flood of images rushing into my mind, unstoppable. A headache began to appear and intensified until I felt an unbearable pain in my brain, almost to the point of screaming. Then, like a bubble bursting, the pain vanished. Along with it, the images that had been uncontrollably appearing in my mind also disappeared.

I felt my hands were a little wet, and when I looked down at them, the water stains hadn't even disappeared. I wondered where the water stains came from until I watched a drop of water slide down in front of me and drip onto the table.

I looked up but didn't find any signs of leakage.

I touched my forehead and realized where the water droplets came from.

Sweat had already covered my forehead and was constantly sliding down my face.

Chapter 154 The Price of Time Rewind

The physical pain disappeared in an instant, but the mental stress remained. I was breathing heavily and trying to recover quickly.

Is this a normal thing? I don't think so.

Something similar happened recently, and similar scenes kept popping into my mind, making me think that my own thoughts had changed. I never deny my desires, but it's really unbelievable that my desires have swelled to such an extent in such a short period of time.

What's more, these fantasies kept flooding into his mind, even beyond his control, causing him to have a splitting headache, to the point where he almost screamed out in agony... Cold sweat continued to pour down his forehead, and so much evidence was enough to prove one fact.

My current situation is not normal.

Humans have desires; no one is without desires. Desire is the fundamental driving force behind a person's actions. Wanting a better life and wanting to get what one desires are all desires. The stronger the desire, the greater the power a person can unleash. The accumulation of desires is naturally the accumulation of motivation. This is the basis for human beings to strive and act for a certain purpose.

Many scenes had previously appeared in my imagination, and because of recent events and Yezi and March's attitudes, I thought they were just my normal fantasies—I'm not a saint. When a girl I find pretty takes the initiative to treat me like this, I naturally have my own thoughts. I think this is a natural fantasy, so I didn't pay any attention to it.

But a large number of imaginings arose out of nowhere, flooding my mind wildly and even causing me pain, which is abnormal.

I should consider myself someone with self-control; otherwise, when I saved Ye Zi on the rooftop of the teaching building, even though she was so proactive, I still didn't make a move. Putting aside my confusion and fear about the situation, what remained was mostly rationality fighting against desire. That's the only thing I'm proud of.

Even after everything that has happened, I might change, but I'm equally confident that I won't change drastically. I still remember my goal: to save Yezi and help her and March get back on track in life. This is the ultimate goal and motivation behind my actions. However, this goal and motivation seem to have been eroded by something.

This is definitely not normal. But what exactly went wrong?

The instant I thought of this question, what came to mind was the regression events that had been happening recently, followed by the various physical problems I had been experiencing during this period.

An irresistible drowsiness, a hazy mental state, a weak body, the strange sensations in my dreams, and now, a rampage of fantasies...

My body has undergone some changes that I can't pinpoint, but I've noticed.