Lovett had originally planned to spend the day alone in the school planetarium, decorating the Christmas tree and doing his own astronomical research.
Now I have no feelings at all.
Lost in thought, Lovett began organizing some of his belongings at the planetarium.
Although he longed to become a real professor at Stanford, he didn't want to live in a "nightmare."
He was especially entangled with a married, middle-aged, overweight woman.
Lovett ate alone in the cafeteria at noon.
Although it was Christmas break, there were some people at Stanford University, like Lovett, who didn't enjoy the holiday.
Therefore, the cafeteria will be open for one hour at noon.
But if you want something good, there's nothing available; it's mostly instant food that's just heated up and served.
Lovett chewed the pasta in his mouth without tasting it.
I'm considering whether to submit my resignation letter now or wait until after my vacation.
Excuse me, may I sit here?
An elegant male voice came from across the room.
Lovett looked up and saw a handsome man in a suit, but the man wasn't carrying a tray, so he had obviously come to talk to her.
"Please go ahead."
Lovett simply replied casually and waited for the other party to respond.
After the man sat down, he casually glanced around, then rested his chin on his hand and watched Lovett eat.
Lovett felt somewhat uncomfortable.
A man staring at me while I eat, could he be gay? Being misunderstood and targeted by Kim Fu-lan is bad enough, isn't that enough?
Before Lovett could ask, the other person spoke first.
"Mr. Lovett, have you encountered anything strange lately?"
He caught Lovett's attention with just one sentence.
"FUCK, you did all of this, didn't you?"
Lovett seemed to have found an outlet for his anger, and shouted something regardless of whether it was right or wrong. He only quieted down when he saw the astonishment of those around him.
"Judging from this reaction, it seems we've run into them."
"Lovitt, calm down and tell me what happened to you. Maybe I can help you."
Lovett seemed to have released much of his frustration from the shouting earlier, and he calmed down a bit.
"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm in a bad mood and don't want to tell anyone else."
It wasn't surprising that the other person knew his name; he was wearing a teaching assistant badge pinned to his chest.
"Lovitt, your condition isn't serious, but it might worsen if you delay. My name is Sora, and this is my business card. If you've thought things through, call me."
The man in the suit handed Lovett a business card and then got up and left.
Lovett only picked up the business card from the table after he had really disappeared into the cafeteria entrance.
There was no company or address listed, nor any fancy introduction.
The message read "Special Operations Group A, Foreign Affairs Agency, Sora," followed by a phone number.
Foreign affairs agency? Does such a company exist? Or is it a government department?
He acts like 007, what a weirdo.
Despite her initial disapproval, Lovett took the man's words to heart.
Could that strange thing about Sora be some kind of connection I've inexplicably developed with Kim Flan?
Forget about him, I'll quit Stanford and find another job.
Lovett put the business card away.
...
Lovett woke up groggily, feeling unwell all over.
"Ugh~~"
"Pat-pat-pat..."
He spat out a whole bunch of stuff.
He shook his head.
"Sir, sir! Are you alright? You shouldn't have eaten so much."
Lovett felt a little more awake and looked up at the person who spoke. It was a yellow-skinned, black-haired man wearing a waiter's uniform.
A strong feeling of fullness came from my abdomen, and when I looked down, my stomach was so bloated it was practically popping out.
Where is this?
“Sir, this is Authentic Chinese Restaurant. You have ordered a lot of food since you came in, consuming six or seven times the amount of food a normal person would eat.”
Lovett then noticed that he was at a dining table with several empty plates in front of him.
A vague memory of myself indulging in a gluttonous meal also came to mind.
Looking at the mess he had vomited on the floor, he repeatedly apologized to the waiter.
How much should I pay?
"It's $160 in total."
The waiter took out the order slip.
Lovett paid for the meal, left a $5 tip, and stood up unsteadily.
How much did I eat?
He staggered to the toilet and desperately pressed his fingers against his throat.
"Ugh~~"
Countless pieces of food were vomited up from the esophagus into the toilet.
I felt a little better after vomiting two or three times, but my body felt weak and I couldn't muster any strength.
How did I get to this Chinese restaurant, and how did I manage to eat so much?
It felt like I was sleepwalking!
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, thankful he hadn't gone for a French meal, or he would have been terribly ripped off.
Lovett hailed a taxi; all he wanted was to go home and get some rest.
The next day, Lovett went to a private clinic for a checkup.
Although it's expensive, you only need to make an appointment the day before.
After a series of examinations, it was found that there was nothing wrong with his body, and the doctor simply advised him to rest more.
Lovett was quite certain that something was wrong with his condition last night.
He thought the hospital's medical standards were terrible, and he got into an argument with the doctor in charge of him in the examination room.
I got to the service desk and argued with the nurses there, but I was still not satisfied.
What a terrible hospital! That doctor actually suspected I had mental problems!
Such an expensive fee, yet such a terrible attitude. Lovett, who had already left the medical center, became angrier and angrier, and couldn't help but want to go back and have a big argument with the people inside.
At this moment, Saraso was hidden in the shadows of the night sky, quietly watching Lovett. As a master of mental power, it was not difficult for him to simply imitate Qiongqi's abilities.
Among all the alchemical creatures, the Dream Eater is a bit pretentious, but it's still worth helping out.
On the other side, Lovett calmed down a while after storming out of the treatment center.
And they quickly realized something was wrong.
The ambiguous misunderstanding between him and Jin Fulan was so complicated that it was impossible to explain it away.
After that, I inexplicably went to a Chinese restaurant and ate so much that I almost ate myself to death.
And I wasn't quite right just now either.
Lovett is a typical science-minded young man who rarely gets angry with anyone, let alone argues with medical staff in a hospital setting.
He knew he was in big trouble.
He even felt that he was no longer a normal person. Could it be true that the doctor said he might have mental problems?
That's impossible!
Wait, about the incident with Jin Fulan—eating and drinking excessively at a Chinese restaurant, causing a scene at the hospital…
Lovett instinctively reached into his pocket and touched the business card.
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