Whoosh!
He felt as though he had slapped the human on the shoulder, but the male student didn’t react at all. He continued chatting and laughing with the classmates beside him as he walked to some area in the square.
Genava retracted his iron palm, and a red glow blinked in his eyes. He then walked to the nearest teaching building and went up against the tide of students.
When he arrived on the fifth floor, Genava saw a middle-aged man—who was suspected to be a teacher and wearing a casual suit—silently walk to the back of a classroom and observe the situation inside through the corresponding window.
Suddenly, the man stroked his hair and shouted into the classroom, “The two of you! What are you doing during morning self-study? Why are you whispering? Stand up and come to the corridor!”
Genava stopped and watched this scene without much confusion. His storage equipment had a large amount of Old World entertainment information that Shang Jianyao had entrusted to him.
The two students—who had been caught talking—quickly walked out of the classroom and came to the corridor.
The red light in Genava’s eyes blinked rapidly.
These two students were Bai Chen and Long Yuehong! They had both ‘changed’ into blue and white uniforms, and they looked much younger!
“Are the two of you in a relationship?” asked the middle-aged man suspected to be a teacher with a stoic expression.
“No.” Bai Chen was very calm and composed.
“No.” Long Yuehong’s eyes darted around, and his face turned red.
Genava no longer hesitated and ran over with large strides. He suppressed his voice and shouted, “Little White! Little Red!”
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen ignored him and listened to the middle-aged man’s reprimand with different expressions. One was apprehensive, and the other was stubborn and indifferent.
Genava carefully stretched out a hand and patted Long Yuehong. “Little Red.”
Long Yuehong didn’t react.
After some analysis, Genava suddenly pushed Long Yuehong.
Long Yuehong staggered and fell into his teacher’s arms.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing!?” The teacher was shocked.
Long Yuehong anxiously said, “An earthquake! An earthquake!”
“Earthquake my ass!” The teacher had an expression that said: “can’t you come up with a better lie?”
Bai Chen raised her eyebrows. “There’s indeed an earthquake.”
The teacher began to doubt himself.
Genava was the same. He felt like he had become a ghost that wandered the Old World. He could touch others, but he couldn’t be seen.
The Long Yuehong and Bai Chen in front of him might just be two other people who resembled his companions.
He took two steps back and chose not to escalate the matter for the time being, prepared to make more observations.
After some thought, Genava returned to the square along his original route.
At this moment, many students had already gathered in their respective classes.
Genava planned on waiting and finding flaws in the current illusion.
Before long, almost all the students went down to the square and stood neatly in rows. This included Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.
Two to three minutes later, amidst the brisk music, a bald man in his fifties—who was wearing a suit—walked to a raised cement platform in front of the assembly. He held the receiver and said with gusto, “Students who are to receive commendations this week, please come forward.”
Seven to eight students walked out of their respective lines and walked toward the raised cement platform ahead.
Genava instantly locked onto a figure—the figure belonged to Jiang Baimian.
Jiang Baimian had her hair tied up in a ponytail and was also wearing a blue and white school uniform. Her height was rather eye-catching.
At this moment, the brisk music suddenly changed. “I’ll blow up the school punctually; the birds greet me good morning, asking me why I’m carrying explosives…”