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"……that's all?"

He always felt things wouldn't be that easy.

“Yes.” Tasia seemed to suddenly remember something and added, “Oh, right. If you dream about anything later, try to remember what it was about and tell me about it when you wake up… maybe it will help me to better judge your condition.”

"……Oh."

Wayne did exactly as she asked, lying flat on the sunlit sofa with his hands naturally folded over his stomach.

On the other side of the long sofa, Tasia knelt beside him and held one of his wrists.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

Wayne closed his eyes as instructed.

Gradually, a warm feeling slowly extended along my arm, climbed up to my shoulder, and then slowly spread throughout my body.

"Forget where you are right now, forget what you're doing right now..."

It sounded like Tasia's voice, yet it also seemed like someone else's voice.

"Forget who you are now, forget the desires in your heart..."

Wayne suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes abruptly.

Tasia was startled by his sudden reaction, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Thump...thump thump...

Wayne felt his heart was beating very abnormally, and his whole body was tense and unable to relax.

It's as if... we are facing extremely intense hostility.

He then realized that he had somehow managed to grab Tasia's wrist tightly.

Upon realizing this, he immediately released Tasia and sat up somewhat anxiously: "Wait, something's not right. Let me adjust myself first."

Under Tasia's worried gaze, Wayne tried to regulate his rapid breathing.

It wasn't that he hadn't been healed by Tasia's light magic before; in fact, at first, he felt no different from before.

However, when Tasia said she wanted to forget those distracting thoughts, it was as if she had suddenly struck a nerve, pulling him out of his comfortable and warm state in an instant, making it impossible for him to continue.

Wayne stood up and paced anxiously around the classroom.

After his abnormal state had finally calmed down a little, he sat down in front of Tasia, feeling somewhat exhausted.

“It doesn’t seem to be working,” he said. “Just now, I felt like I could be attacked at any moment, and I couldn’t calm down at all.”

After hearing his description, Tasia pondered for a moment.

"Hmm... that might be because Wayne, you're too vigilant."

She used light magic once again, a small ball of bright light exuding a unique warmth.

The magic of light touched the skin of Wayne's hand and then seeped into his body little by little.

Nothing happened.

"How are you feeling now?" Tasia asked him.

"It's warm and relaxing... but not enough to make me want to sleep," he honestly stated his feelings.

Tasia withdrew her hand.

“Wayne, your situation is a bit special…it seems like we can’t find the problem using the usual methods.” She was also a bit at a loss.

"So, in your past memories, did Wayne have any unusual dreams?"

"Why do I have to rely on dreams to see what's wrong with my body?" Wayne asked, frowning in confusion.

He disliked the feeling of losing control.

I always feel...

Once you forget who you are, it's as if you'll never remember again.

Tasia patted the hem of her clothes, which was not covered in dust, and got up to sit on the other side of the sofa.

"Because the 'self' that a person presents to the outside world and the 'self' that is unconscious deep inside can be two completely different states."

"A person who appears perfectly normal on the outside is not necessarily healthy in mind and body."

Her gentle, flowing voice seemed to possess a strange, calming power.

"Everyone encounters various concerns in life. Due to external constraints, they are unable to express their truest desires, and thus have to show a different side of themselves that goes against their true nature. Over time, they get used to being constrained and naturally take it as normal life, suppressing their truest feelings deep inside."

“And some problems that you’ve already sensed in your subconscious, or even those that you can no longer tolerate, can’t be communicated to you through normal channels, so they have to send you reminders in the form of dreams,” Tasia explained. “That’s why the church encourages believers to pray to God every day and pour out all their troubles to Him, because this is actually a form of relief.”

Upon hearing the word "church," Wayne felt extremely uncomfortable.

He found it difficult to entrust his fate to some ethereal god, even though he had actually traveled through time.

Perhaps realizing that Wayne was not a devout believer, Tasia changed the subject.

“Wian, do you remember any unusual dreams you’ve had before?” she said. “You can talk to me about any dream, no matter how absurd it is.”

Chapter 556 Keep it up, Wayne!

A special dream...

To be honest, the "witch transformation" I've experienced often seems to have manifested in the form of dreams... but it seems that Tasia shouldn't be involved in this.

So he chose to keep it a secret.

"I do not remember."

"You really don't remember anything at all?" Tasia asked again.

"I really don't remember."

At worst, I can find another solution through other means.

Tasia glanced at him with a hint of skepticism, but ultimately decided to believe him for the time being.

"Then let's observe for a while," she said.

"I will use light magic to check you every week. If I find any problems, please be sure to tell me!"

Even though Tasia had taken extra time out of her schedule to go to school to help him, Wayne felt a little embarrassed because he couldn't solve the problem due to his own shortcomings.

"Thank you...you've gone to so much trouble."

However, Tasia didn't care about any of that. "I can't always be the only one being taken care of. I feel happy to be able to help others, right?"

Looking at her seemingly perpetually optimistic personality, Wayne suddenly asked, "Is there a difference between the 'self' that Tasia presents to the outside world and the unconscious 'self' deep within her heart?"

He was somewhat concerned about this.

Tasia hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and said uncertainly, "I think maybe so? However, these two kinds of 'self' are actually both part of 'me,' just two different aspects of the same thing."

"So, it seems I wouldn't do anything weird..."

Her voice suddenly stopped at this point.

Wait a minute, I sometimes have inexplicable dreams about scenes from "Mr. Mask," and for some reason, my respected teacher always plays the lead role... Could this be some kind of omen?!

Tasia was immediately plunged into intense self-doubt.

"Tasia?"

Wayne called her name in confusion.

No response.

"Tasia!"

"Ah...ah!" Tasia seemed to wake up from a dream and replied with difficulty, "It's nothing. Since my light magic didn't find anything wrong, maybe it's just because you've been too tired lately."

"Take care and get some rest when you get back. I still need to go to the library to organize my books later. See you next week."

Tasia seemed to suddenly remember something and instantly became eager to get away.

“How about I go to the library with you to help you organize things? I don’t have any plans for today,” Wayne asked.

"No need, thank you."

In the end, despite Wayne's polite attempts to ingratiate himself, Tasia firmly rejected him.

After locking the borrowed classroom door, Tasia bowed to him and said goodbye in a formal manner.

"This reaction...something's not right..." Wayne said with some suspicion.

However, he really wasn't in the mood to provoke Tasia today.

He let out a long sigh of relief and walked somewhat bored toward Professor Conley's research lab on the other side.

The content that Tasia just shared with herself does indeed have many similarities with modern psychological analysis, and it's unclear whether she came up with it herself or learned it from church research materials.

"The unconscious self deep within..."

Over the years, I have indeed rarely faced my own inner self.

Perhaps it's because of confusion, or perhaps it's because of escapism.

Just as he didn't quite understand why he was living before, he's not quite sure why he's time-traveled now either.

But the desire for something still exists.

He longs to be loved. He longs to be needed. He longs to find happiness.

Moreover, I don't want to lose it again.

Having been tossed around by Ge Li and Chris several times, he wasn't entirely oblivious to what they truly wanted.

Honestly, is it too much to want your lover's exclusive love?

Not too much.

But he no longer has the ability to choose only one and then helplessly give up the other.

Perhaps because of a fondness for Tasia that existed even before she transmigrated, she would unconsciously draw closer to her when she was around her. If she realized that Tasia cared about her, whether as a friend or a teacher, she would feel very happy.

In the past, Wayne was happy to indulge in the illusion that "all the pretty girls like me" and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

—After all, it's just a thought, and it's not illegal.

But now... he felt that even thinking about it secretly was like betraying Geli and Chris.

It's terrifying how this so-called "like" feeling works.

Disheartened, Wayne reluctantly decided to end his flirting with the younger sister.

Fortunately, Tasia didn't develop any special feelings for Wayne. Isn't it true that friendships last longer when maintained only as good friends?

He only needed to carefully maintain his identity as a teacher, and then withdraw at the appropriate time when Tasia was strong enough, thus bringing the matter to a perfect conclusion without harming anyone.

Even if it's just one of them, I genuinely love Kareem...

He didn't want to see Gore suffer the same pain as Chris again, and then have to go through it all again because of Tasia.

Moreover, Wayne was actually quite afraid that Gothic's taut string would snap at any moment, as she kept dancing at the limits of what she could tolerate.

Having made up my mind, the heavy feeling in my heart actually eased a bit.

"Go for it, Wayne."

He muttered to himself, "You've got what you wanted, and the most important thing now is... to make sure you don't capsize."

……

It was late at night when I got home.

"Why are you so late coming back today?" The family sat in the somewhat empty dining room for a meal, and Elliott, unusually, began to inquire about his daily routine.

Wayne complained naturally, "Ugh, I was forced to do manual labor by Mr. Conley all day."

This is not a lie.

After parting ways with Tasia, he did indeed go to see Teacher Conley.

Elliot nodded: "Conley has a bit of a personality problem. He often takes pride in the novel things he comes up with that others can't understand, so he might not necessarily teach you his best secret techniques."

"However, with him, you can just look more, touch more, and ask more questions... Although he won't explain certain things on his own initiative, as long as you happen to mention something that makes him proud, he will immediately and uncontrollably reveal everything."