Chapter 59 The Hunting Trial: A Teenage Human Hero Turns into Electricity...
In the eighteenth year of the 1700-year cycle, He Yuan graduated from military academy and was about to enter military service.
After changing her attitude, He Yuan treated all students equally, only increasing the intensity of the training considerably. She also provided an extra training list, allowing those who were capable and in need to train on their own.
After that night of sparring and conversation, when Lan received another call from his parents, their anxious, neurotic tone was gone. Instead, they told him not to worry about things at home and to just focus on his training.
Lan sensed something was wrong and wanted to ask what had happened at home, but the call was disconnected.
After that, the family was always filled with joy and harmony.
Lan didn't really need to be bothered by this, but it added a lot of worry to her heart.
How did Teacher He Yuan manage to do that? Did he pay any price or benefit in the process?
Lan was preoccupied with her thoughts during class when He Yuan kicked her to the ground.
"Not paying attention in class, ten laps, you'll be punished." He Yuan glanced at the student briefly, then went to teach the next one.
Lan stood there in a daze for a while before getting up and mechanically running around the playground.
One lap, two laps... ten laps later, he still didn't stop.
Until Crane Kite walked up to him and pressed his head down.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy had grown quite a bit, and his height was already the same as He Yuan's, making him look like a tall sapling.
But this little poplar is now sickly and withered; if it isn't treated soon, it will die.
"What are you still worried about?" He Yuan asked curiously.
The family problems have been resolved, so why are psychological problems still arising?
To be honest, he didn't agree with Xianzhou's current learning system. Keeping a group of imaginative and energetic kids in a closed space could easily lead to trouble if not managed properly.
Lan glanced at him cautiously, then lowered her head, looking like she didn't want to say anything.
He Yuan stood there for a while, and seeing that he was unwilling to speak, she took the initiative to speak: "Is it the changes in your family that are making you uncomfortable?"
After thinking it over, this is probably the only reason, right?
That's the downside of resolving things too early.
The saplings were shielded from the storms they were supposed to endure by the glass dome, only seeing the surface of the storms without experiencing them firsthand.
Often, only those who have experienced loss truly understand the value of cherishing something.
He Yuan pulled him to sit down on the low stool next to her.
A warm, delicate hand flashed across Lan's palm, leaving behind a few scattered flutters of excitement and panic.
Just a moment ago, he actually wanted to hold the other person's hand back, to hold it tightly and never let go.
"……yes."
Now that the truth has been revealed, there's no need to keep pretending.
"Teacher, did you...do something?" Lan asked anxiously.
He was still a young man and didn't spend much time with his parents, but he was, after all, the son in the family and had a general idea of what kind of people his parents were.
They are unlikely to give up unless there are tangible benefits to be gained.
He Yuan shook her head. "No."
Even if it exists, it's not something you should tell a minor.
The young poplar needs to grow; the burdens of life shouldn't weigh down its thin branches and leaves, hindering its future development.
He Yuan did not doubt Lan's own resilience. After all, such cause and effect did not exist in the universes of other players. Without him, Lan could still become a hero.
He did this... merely to make up for a small regret in a despicable way.
By transferring past regrets onto a virtual character, one can alleviate their guilt and helplessness.
No wonder so many people are addicted to games.
In the game, as long as you want to do it and work hard, you can get everything you want. Even if you encounter difficulties temporarily, they will be resolved soon.
The self in the game is more like... another omnipotent self.
He Yuan likes herself this way.
He gently placed his hand on Lan Binglan's head and stroked it tenderly. "It is your outstanding performance that has made them...believe in your abilities."
The future [Hunter] Star God's ascension will not only rely on highly forward-thinking ideas and unwavering determination.
Lan's talent is by no means lacking.
But compared to the effort he put in, the halo of talent seemed somewhat insignificant.
"Is that really true?" Lan asked earnestly, her sky-blue eyes fixed on He Yuan.
He had tried showing his report card to his parents, but after reading it, they still had that "the sky has fallen" expression on their faces.
This left Lan feeling very frustrated.
Why can't the hard-earned achievements serve as proof of his ability?
He Yuan replied to him in a serious and firm tone: "Yes, that's right."
He took out his phone, pulled up the previous scores, and pointed to Lan's score and the score of the person below him, "Haven't you noticed? The gap between you and him is getting bigger and bigger."
He then pulled up his past achievements, saying, "I can't guarantee that the difficulty will be the same every time, but judging from your physical data, you will become the number one in the last ten years, or even the last hundred years."
"Therefore, do not doubt your own abilities and energy."
He Yuan recalled the letter she had handed to General Yao Qing.
In his letter, he explained his strengths and what he could offer, hoping that General Yaoqing and his successor would treat Lan fairly.
The other party replied: "Let's change our request. I also want to take this person with me for training; he could become the next general."
The brilliance of the Emperor's Bow and Fate was so dazzling that Crane and Kite didn't need to exert much effort at all.
He only briefly mentioned the matter to Lan's parents.
The fact that it was just a deputy general by General Yao Qing's side was enough to make them ecstatic.
Lan observed He Yuan's expression for a long time but found no trace of deception.
He asked, somewhat bewildered, "Why...did it suddenly get better?"
He Yuan stood up, turned to him and smiled, "You'll know the answer to that question when you graduate."
The moment the young man turned his head, strands of his dark hair brushed against Lan's nose, leaving a wisp of fragrance. His eyes, which met hers randomly, were like blooming flowers, vibrant and rich.
And then there are his relaxed eyebrows and eyes, the small mole under his eye, and the nape of his neck that was inadvertently revealed...
Lan couldn't help but place her palm over her heart.
There, my heart was pounding more violently than ever before.
He stood up to follow, but the young man tapped his forehead.
"You can't even count laps anymore, and you can't even speak properly. Have you gone stupid from practicing?" He Yuan pinched Lan's nose and leaned forward. "I'll give you two hours off. Sit down and rest properly."
He let go of her hand, ignoring the reaction of the person behind him, and strode away.
Lan remained where she was, her finger gently touching the tip of her nose.
He didn't understand where his strange palpitations and rapid heartbeat came from, but he knew that when He Yuan's hand touched him and they were so close...
He felt incredibly excited and elated.
This is a joy completely different from the joy of achieving good results, and Lan can tell the difference.
So what is it?
The answer to this question became clear on the night I stepped into adulthood.
Teenage boys are often quite spirited, and Lan was no exception.
However, most of his energy is consumed by training, unlike his roommate who occasionally watches things that are not suitable for minors to relieve stress.
He doesn't have a habit of wet dreams, but tonight he had an incredibly vivid dream.
He dreamt that Teacher Heyuan was wearing a neat military uniform, sitting in an office chair, and beckoning to him.
Lan was puzzled, but he walked over.
As he moved around, he realized that he was completely naked except for a tie around his neck.
Why……?
Lan stopped in his tracks, only to hear He Yuan call out to him, "Why aren't you coming over yet?"
His voice carried a hint of impatience.
Lan asked, "Can I put some clothes on?"
He wasn't quite sure about the dream's details, but this was an office, and someone could walk in at any moment. Was he really alright, looking like this?
He Yuan exclaimed "Ah!" with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Didn't you say you were willing to be my dog? Why do you need to wear clothes?"
“When did I—” Lan realized something was wrong.
He suddenly realized that this was a dream.
Dreams are projections of a person's subconscious.
...Does he want to be Teacher Heyuan's dog?
That sounds impossible and incredibly perverted!
Teacher Heyuan would never accept it!
No, Teacher Heyuan would never make such a rude request!
“Last night, you climbed into my bed and said you'd be willing to be a dog just to be with me,” He Yuan recounted calmly.
Lan: "..."
So, he just became a "dog" like that?
He Yuan observed his expression and gave him the order to leave, saying, "If you can't accept it, there are clothes in the closet. Put them on and leave."
Lan didn't move.
His reason told him to get dressed and leave immediately, breaking the dream.
But his entire being, every organ in his body, was saying, "Stay."
Stay and take a look.
It was just a dream anyway.
So Lan walked a little further and arrived at the location designated by He Yuan.
"It seems you've made up your mind, my student."
He Yuan looked at him with satisfaction, and moved her chair back a little. "Go inside, this is your workplace."
Working under the table?
Lan twitched her lips and reluctantly crawled inside.
Just as he adjusted his posture, a pair of shiny leather shoes came in front of him, slowly moving down and stepping on that spot.
……………………
What a terrible scene this is!
As the footsteps coming from the doorway grew closer, He Yuan didn't seem nervous at all; instead, she leisurely stomped out a rhythm.
On the contrary, Lan was so tense that her whole body was taut. She took several breaths and was punished by He Yuan with a few light blows.
This is his dream.
Why would he have such a dream?
Lan huddled under the table, dazed and confused.
After everyone left, He Yuan put on her pants and then had Lan get up as well.
Lan didn't know what to do next, but He Yuan pulled her into the bathroom.
He caught the coat just before it fell to the ground, folded it neatly, and put it in the laundry basket.
He Yuan gave him an approving look.
One by one, the clothes were put into the laundry basket. He Yuan stepped into the bathtub, and Chao Lan waved to her.
"Scrub my back."
Lan did as instructed.
He wanted to see how the dream would unfold.
He carried the washed and dressed He Yuan to the bed, preparing to get dressed and leave, but was hooked by the young man's leg.
"Didn't you say you wanted to stay?"
Her skin, flushed with a light pink after bathing, made the beauty mark under her eye appear even more vibrant, adding an unexpected allure.
Looking at He Yuan's flawless body, Lan suddenly understood her own thoughts.
He likes his teacher.
It's not just a simple teacher-student relationship, but a desire to be the other person's lover, to be their support, and to sleep with them.
This is a dream.
Lan told herself that He Yuan would never know anything she did here.
Could he... go a little too far?
The wolf cub, barely an adult, pounced on him immediately, its mature yet youthful body pressing the teacher tightly against it, refusing to let go even for a moment.
Lan recklessly did many things she only dared to think about.
He wanted to see his teacher show some cute expressions, and he also liked that his teacher had become a little silly under his care, but what he liked most was hearing his teacher call his name.
He likes it very much.
Once the key to understanding is clear, everything seems to fall into place naturally.
His dreams are his subconscious, the things he wants to do deep down in his heart.
He liked the teacher's superior guidance, and he also liked the teacher being nurtured by him.
The two are not in conflict.
Lan indulged in the dream to the fullest.
In the end, he carried the teacher, who was almost driven mad, to his office chair.
They remain connected.
But Lan took He Yuan's hand, placed it on the table, and asked rather rudely, "Teacher, you haven't finished your work for today yet."
Crane Kite's hands couldn't hold the pen at all; it would slip as soon as she grasped it. Only the small mouthful of food, held tightly by her body, prevented it from slipping like the pen.
"Teacher, why can we eat and stay here, but we can't eat here?"
Lan then placed the pen into He Yuan's hand.
Crane Kite held the pen shakily, leaving intermittent scratches on the paper.
Just like his voice, it was intermittent, weak and feeble.
"No, I can't take it anymore..."
The teacher seemed to regret taking in this wolfhound.
"Teacher, you can do it."
Lan said without room for doubt, "Teacher used to be able to defeat me with one hand, so now it's just a piece of cake for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the water that had been blocked spilled out again.
The crane-like bird made a "whooshing" sound that didn't stop all night.
When Lan woke up, she stared at the blank ceiling for a while before quietly going to the bathroom to wash her clothes.
In reality, Teacher He Yuan is still no match for him, and he probably wouldn't have the same feelings as in his dream.
...No, Teacher Heyuan wouldn't even have those kinds of feelings for him.
This is a professional blow to a teacher.
Lan began to look forward to graduation.
After graduation, he and his teacher would no longer be in a teacher-student relationship, which would create an opportunity.
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Author's note: Barring any unforeseen circumstances, there will be another chapter tonight~
I'm trying my best to get full attendance this month, even if it's only on Saturdays.
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