Tai City No.1 Senior High School, Genava easily leaped over the electric retractable gate, returning to the cement plaza.
Once again, dark clouds obscured the sky, classroom lights flickered on, and the windows reflected the figures of students listening to lectures.
Having confirmed the location of Senior Three Class Five, Genava entered the main teaching building and ascended the stairs to the designated place.
Previously, Pudu Chan Shi Shang Jianyao and the righteous Shang Jianyao, who considered it their mission to save all of humanity, had joined forces to suppress the insidious and ruthless one, rejecting his proposal to set the building on fire and create chaos.
However, the most compelling reason didn't come from either of them, but from the calm and rational Shang Jianyao.
He stated pointedly:
"The fire Lao Ge sets in the 'illusion' will inevitably reflect in reality, directly burning Tai City No.1 Senior High School, this Buddhist sacred ground.
"Before the anomaly point is found and the oddities eliminated, such stimulation will likely bring about negative changes, creating dangerous accidents.
"If that happens, not only will Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and Xiao Hong, trapped in the illusion and playing different roles, be in danger, but we outside might also be affected."
Based on this, Genava didn't include "setting fire" as a viable solution, and instead devised a series of plans from different angles, intending to try them one by one, from the easiest to the most difficult.
Finding Senior Three Class Five, Genava "openly and honestly" walked into the classroom and headed straight for Jiang Baimian's seat.
He observed the surrounding classmates and the teacher at the podium, carefully picking up the neutral pen Jiang Baimian had placed on her right-hand side.
Jiang Baimian's peripheral vision froze.
She saw the neutral pen standing up, swaying unsteadily!
A ghost! Jiang Baimian was initially startled, then recalled the inexplicable tapping from before.
She subconsciously looked out the window, realizing that although it was somewhat dark, it was still morning.
In broad daylight, what kind of ghost is so audacious?
Calming herself, she saw the neutral pen floating towards her open book, seemingly wanting to write something.
However, no ink marks appeared.
Through Jiang Baimian's reaction, Genava confirmed that she couldn't see what he was writing at all.
In other words, he couldn't use this method to tell Jiang Baimian the truth, awaken the memories "sealed" in her subconscious, and help her break free from the role-playing.
"Switching to plan B, initiating the second approach…" As an intelligent robot, Genava calmly aborted this attempt and returned the neutral pen to its original position.
Wei had once said that this was polite.
The invisible entity that patted my back earlier wanted to tell me something or impart some cultivation methods through writing, but failed? Jiang Baimian fell into deep thought.
Genava tried writing directly on Jiang Baimian's back, and Jiang Baimian, understanding somewhat, began to diligently reconstruct the words on her scratch paper.
However, no matter how Genava chose simple words, she always deviated halfway through the replication, as if some force was interfering with communication between the two different "worlds."
Recognizing this, Genava abandoned the plan.
To Jiang Baimian, everything seemed to return to normal, and to avoid appearing strange, she turned her gaze to the blackboard, nodding occasionally as the teacher explained.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Genava retrieved a small white pill from his black military uniform.
This was a synthetic drug found by Shang Jianyao in his tactical backpack, produced by "Pangu Biology," used to treat certain diseases caused by mosquito bites in the wild.
It had a relatively significant side effect:
Diuresis.
Genava quietly unscrewed Jiang Baimian's thermos cup in the drawer, and using his metal palm to crush it, precisely turned one-fifth of the small pill into powder and sprinkled it in.
He believed that, given Jiang Baimian's physical fitness, such a small amount of medication wouldn't affect her health.
After completing this task, Genava reviewed his actions and inexplicably felt that the style seemed a bit off.
"Style" was a term he learned after deeply studying Old World entertainment materials, and the "Old Tune Team" occasionally used it as well.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Baimian didn't notice any follow-up to the "weird" event.
She was both relieved and slightly disappointed as she took out her water cup, unscrewed the lid, and took a big gulp.
Genava began to wait patiently, but after nearly fifteen minutes, Jiang Baimian still showed no intention of going to the restroom and didn't exhibit any signs of holding back.
He decided to switch to another method according to the plan.
He took out the waterskin borrowed from Shang Jianyao and poured a considerable amount of water into his own enamel cup.
Then, he crushed another one-fifth of the previous pill, allowing the powder to dissolve into the cup.
After completing the preparations, Genava re-entered a state of waiting.
After another five minutes or so, Jiang Baimian, who had just stood up to answer a question from the teacher, habitually picked up her water cup, unscrewed the lid, and prepared to take a sip.
In the nick of time, Genava, with quick eyes and hands, before she could tilt the thermos cup and bring the edge to her mouth, splashed about 10 milliliters of the liquid from the cup in his hand into her mouth.
Jiang Baimian felt slightly strange, but didn't think much of it, and gulped down the warm water.
This time, it only took six or seven minutes for her to feel a little unable to hold it in.
And at this time, there were still more than ten minutes until the end of class.
After enduring it again and again, until she couldn't bear it any longer, Jiang Baimian raised her hand and indicated to the teacher that she needed to go to the restroom.
She was among the top students in the entire grade, and the teacher, with a warm smile, granted her request.
Genava followed Jiang Baimian out of the classroom.
It was during class time, and the hallway was completely empty.
After arriving outside the women's restroom, Genava hesitated for a moment, but still followed her inside.
He remembered that Wei and he had had a conversation about this:
"Lao Ge, you're an AI, why do you care about these things?"
"No, my designated gender is male, breaking into a women's restroom is lewd, indecent, and ungentlemanly."
"Is that so... Lao Ge, do you have programs for installing virtual machines?"
"That's basic."
"Then you can temporarily create a virtual female personality, call her Genadeer, wouldn't that solve the problem?"
"It still feels strange, like self-deception."
"It's okay, it's okay, anyway, the women's restroom has stalls."
In order to rescue his companion, Genava finally entered the women's restroom.
After confirming that only Jiang Baimian was inside, he chose to wait in the washing area.
Before long, Jiang Baimian walked over, turned on the faucet, bent over, and began washing her hands.
Within Genava's main chip, the previous scene instantly appeared:
Shang Jianyao eagerly said, "When we find the opportunity, I'll give Da Bai a 'Yellow Millet Dream' punch. Pay attention to the power, her physical fitness is so strong. Too light and she won't faint, uh, too heavy won't work either. Don't you usually collect our status information and build models? Calculate the most suitable force yourself, choose the best position, I believe in you!"
For Genava, such calculations were only a fraction of a second's work, and he suddenly swung his iron fist, as big as a sandbag.
Bang!
Jiang Baimian directly fainted.
After checking her physical condition and finding that it hadn't caused too much damage, Genava carried his companion on his back, left the women's restroom, and crawled forward in the hallway.
He had to avoid the occasional gazes cast from the classroom windows.
Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle, Genava, like a lizard, quickly carried Jiang Baimian to the side of the current teaching building, below which was a corner where few people usually passed.
He easily jumped to the ground, preparing to stick to the outer walls of the teaching building and office building, sneaking outwards, just as he had previously taken Shang Jianyao out.
Just then, a figure suddenly flipped out of a window in front of him.
It was a male student wearing a blue and white school uniform.
This truant male student immediately stared wide-eyed at Genava.
No, he couldn't see Genava, he could only see Jiang Baimian in a very awkward "standing posture".
Damn! Discovered! Genava predicted what unexpected events might occur next and how to respond, calculating countless data per second.
Facing this strange Buddhist sacred ground, he had no confidence at all.
At this moment, Genava extracted the scene reflected in the male student's eyes, finding that he only saw Jiang Baimian with her head lowered and in a strange "standing posture".
In a flash of lightning, Genava had a plan.
He grasped Jiang Baimian's wrist, took a step forward, and let his companion's "fist" swing towards the target's ear.
This looked as if Jiang Baimian suddenly burst out, lunged forward, and struck the other party.
Bang! The male student fainted.
Genava vigilantly observed the surrounding scene, finding that nothing had changed.
Having dealt with this unexpected event, he repeated the previous route, sneaking Jiang Baimian to the electric retractable gate, and then, using a feint, leaped out, disappearing from the school gate in a few jumps.
Genava quickly reunited with Shang Jianyao, awakened Jiang Baimian, and helped her regain her self-awareness.
Jiang Baimian rubbed her head, turned her body, and looked at Tai City No.1 Senior High School, saying:
"This is more strange and dangerous than the three Buddhist sacred grounds we encountered before..."
She had roughly learned about her and her companions' experiences from Shang Jianyao and Genava.
Without waiting for her two companions to respond, she continued thoughtfully:
"I remembered a sentence."
"A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late?" Shang Jianyao tried to answer抢答.
Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes at him, her expression gradually becoming solemn:
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly."
Genava immediately began to analyze:
"You mean, the essence of this Buddhist sacred ground is 'Zhuang Zhou's' dream?"
Jiang Baimian nodded:
"I suspect we have intruded into 'Zhuang Zhou's' dream, just like opening the door representing 'Zhuang Zhou' in the 'Mind Corridor'."
ps: Asking for guaranteed monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~