Looking at the time on the clock on the wall, it was almost four in the morning. Qin Nuo thought that it was someone else's body after all, so he had to get enough rest.

The time for the role-playing mission is 48 hours, two days, so there is no need to rush. Being in a hurry will often mess up the current progress.

Although the fact that Liang Zisu did not have a mental illness made Qin Nuo a little confused, with the help of some clues he had found, he still had a chance to find out Liang Zisu's identity.

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After putting the photo back in its place and brushing his teeth, Qin Nuo lay down on the bed. As soon as the lights went out, he felt sleepy and his heavy eyelids gradually closed.

No words were spoken that night.

At half past six in the morning, the ancient bell on campus rang. Qin Nuo, who already had a biological alarm clock, woke up on time, but his eyelids felt a little itchy and he was still very sleepy. It was obvious that he did not get enough sleep. It can only be said that the role he played was too real.

Qin Nuo dragged himself into his clothes, tidied his face, and went out.

Coincidentally, Qiu Tong's door next door was also open, but she was still wearing pajamas. The thin pajamas fabric could not cover her graceful figure and her delicate skin, which was as white and delicate as a baby's.

She put a bag of garbage at the door, saw Qin Nuo, greeted him with a smile, but when she saw Qin Nuo's wandering eyes, her face looked unnatural.

Qin Nuo also coughed twice awkwardly.

It's normal for men to be like this.

Qin Nuo admitted that he was indeed attracted by Qiu Tong's figure, but he paid more attention to the garbage in her hand and the brown and yellow liquid in the bag, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"It looks like vomit, from her so-called boyfriend?"

Qin Nuo thought to himself as he responded with a greeting to ease the awkwardness.

Qiu Tong put the garbage aside, took out a tissue and wiped her slender hands, then asked, "Teacher Liang, I'm not feeling well today. Can you help me ask for leave?"

Qin Nuo nodded and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a minor cold. I'll be fine after a day of rest."

She didn't want to chat with Qin Nuo for long, so she said a few perfunctory words and closed the door.

"The cold is fake. I wonder what she is going to do?" Qin Nuo muttered a few words, turned around and went downstairs without paying any more attention.

After returning to school, Qin Nuo stayed on the campus for a while.

In a corner of the campus, there was a fierce fight at the Biology Garden last night, and there were damages everywhere. But during the day, there was no trace of damage at all.

The scattered and broken mannequin stands also disappeared without a trace.

Qin Nuo saw it all, but remained calm and walked upstairs.

The office was still deserted. Qin Nuo sat down at his desk, feeling a chill beside him. Then he heard the voice of the female teacher from yesterday: "Teacher Liang, you look very bad today."

"I prepared a cup of coffee, you can try it."

A cup of coffee is placed on the table.

Qin Nuo glanced at the coffee, said "okay", and had no intention of picking it up. However, the chill was still lingering around her, as if she would not leave unless Qin Nuo drank it.

There was nothing Qin Nuo could do, so he could only pick it up and take a sip. It was sugar-free coffee, so bitter that it made his tongue feel astringent.

Qin Nuo's face wrinkled slightly. He really didn't like things that were too sweet or too bitter.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" The female teacher's voice was full of anticipation.

"It tastes good. How do you know I like bitter coffee?" **It was written in the book that Liang Zisu would often order a cup of sugar-free coffee. Qin Nuo asked deliberately.

"I noticed it through my daily observations." The female teacher said happily, as if she had been praised and her heart was filled with joy.

"Teacher Liang, two parents came to see you today, please pay attention."

Qin Nuo opened the textbook and wrote something down on the computer file while asking, "Why are you looking for me?"

"It seems to be because of what happened yesterday. They don't look very friendly." said the female teacher.

Qin Nuo blinked. Could it be that the kids he punished yesterday had complained to their parents and came to their house today to ask for an explanation?

This school doesn’t even know who the principal is, who can they go to for an explanation?

"Okay, I understand." Qin Nuo nodded.

The female teacher asked, "Do you need me to help you solve this?"

The other person's face seemed to be close to his shoulder, and a chill came over his ears. Qin Nuo turned sideways calmly and responded politely: "No need to bother."

After chatting for a few more sentences, the bell for class rang. Qin Nuo picked up his textbook and had the chance to escape.

Back in the classroom, the students were much more well-behaved this time. There were no small gifts of care and enthusiasm from the students on the table at the podium. This was the result of Qin Nuo's friendly teaching yesterday.

Of course, Qin Nuo knew that this was only for him, and teachers of other courses would not have this treatment.

When he walked up to the podium, the students all stood up and greeted the teacher. Qin Nuo just nodded slightly, opened the new thermos, took a sip of tea, and put it on the table without covering the lid.

The students stared at the thermos cups, sitting quietly one by one.

This is a provocation and also a warning. If there are still one or two such troublemakers in the class, he will continue to enlighten them in a friendly manner.

"You should have not forgotten what I taught you yesterday. Write a few questions and pick a few students to come up and do them. If you get them right, you will get candy. If you get them wrong, it's okay. It's just a small punishment. Just remember it next time." Qin Nuo supported his hands on the table, said with a smile, then turned to the blackboard.

The classroom was silent, with only the sound of chalk tapping on the blackboard being particularly clear.

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