【Broadcast prompt tone】Didi——
A gentle yet powerful voice rang out:
Attention all students! Attention all students!
According to the emergency notice from relevant departments, due to the recent increased risk of infectious disease transmission, in order to protect the health and safety of all students, the following temporary control measures are now issued:
1. All students at the base, unless they have important courses or urgent tasks, must stay in the dormitory and are not allowed to go out at will.
2. Necessary courses and activities will be announced separately by the responsible instructor or class teacher. Please strictly adhere to the arrangements.
3. Meals and daily necessities will be distributed uniformly within the dormitory area. Please refrain from gathering in the cafeteria or public areas without permission.
4. If you experience any unusual symptoms such as fever or cough, please contact the medical office immediately (extension number: XXX). Do not conceal the condition or handle it on your own.
Once again, please do not go out unless necessary, reduce contact, and take good personal protection! Violators will be dealt with seriously according to disciplinary regulations!
This notice is effective immediately and will be lifted at a later date. Please spread the word and actively cooperate!
[Broadcast prompt tone] Beep - the broadcast ends.
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"It goes off several times a day... Now we can't go out to play anymore."
Ma Tuan leaned lazily in the chair, his elbows resting on the table, half of his face supported by his palm, and the other hand turned the mask boredly.
The mask fluttered lightly between his fingers, sometimes brushing across his knuckles, sometimes hanging on his fingertips, like a restless butterfly, but it could never escape his control.
After he finished speaking, he stared at it for a while, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised - this thing has now become a dispensable thing.
Ever since the last accident, everyone has seen his face, and hiding it would seem hypocritical.
Anyway, all those long-winded rules are no longer valid. The people he cares about have already seen his true face. As for those insignificant guys... well, so what if they saw him?
Maybe he will never go back to that damn place in his life. Who can jump out and point at his nose and scold him for breaking the rules?
But in the end, I feel more at ease holding the mask in my hand.
It was like an old habit, and also like a scar, reminding him of his past days - who he was when he wore it, and who he became when he took it off.
Now, he doesn't need to hide it, but he can't bear to throw it away. It's just hanging there, neither up nor down, which subtly coincides with his current situation.
Ma Tuan sneered, shook his wrist, and the mask fell steadily back into his palm.
Nan Song sank into the armchair, sipping the warm osmanthus and pomelo porridge, the steaming heat blurring half of her face.
She stared at the golden osmanthus petals floating on the porridge and said seriously, "The guards at the academy are going crazy right now. The epidemic prevention regulations are stricter than military regulations."
Ma Tuan paused with his fingers rotating the mask and looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Don't take it lightly,"
Nansong placed the porcelain bowl on the table, making a crisp clanging sound.
"Our mental powers are indeed stronger than those of ordinary people, and the explorer's ability to extend the vision is unquestionable, but the physical body does not have this privilege."
She raised her hand and pulled back her sleeve, revealing an unhealed scratch on her forearm.
"Last week, I nearly had a piece of flesh torn off while sparring with those Spirit Control guys—guess what the school doctor said? 'The self-healing abilities of students in the Exploration Department are less than 30% of those of the Spirit Control Department.'"
The hum of patrol machinery could be heard outside the window. Nan Song glanced at the flashing red warning light and suddenly lowered his voice:
"Do you know why this epidemic has singled out us for attack?
It is said that the virus will first destroy the synapses, and then when it erodes the mental picture..."
She made an exploding gesture. "Even a superior brain won't help."
Ma Tuan's mask finally stopped.
Nansong picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. The sweet osmanthus fragrance was mixed with the sour and bitter taste of grapefruit.
"So just wear your mask. At least... don't become a corpse with nothing but powerful spirits."
As soon as she finished speaking, Blore beside her slammed shut the thick "Principles of Constructing the Spiritual Landscape of the Moonlight Stage" and banged his forehead heavily on the gold-plated cover, making a dull sound.
"This is so weird..." His voice came through the pages, muffled. "We've only been back for less than half a year, and already this kind of thing is happening in school."
He raised his head, with a slight dark circle under his eyes.
There were more than a dozen pieces of draft paper covered with star track diagrams scattered on the desk. The ink bottle had been knocked over at some point, leaving a blue-black stain on the "Guidelines for the Use of Advanced Mental Power".
The red light from the alarm outside the window shone through the blinds, drawing blood-like streaks on his pale face.
"Even though my spiritual power has already reached the Moonlight Stage..."
Blore rubbed his temples with his knuckles.
"Why do I have to memorize these damn application formulas?"
His eyes swept across the empty seats opposite him - his companions' reference books had long been put away, and the four cups of milk tea on the corner of the table had condensed into water droplets.
The terminal suddenly lit up, a reminder for the seventh exam.
Blore stared at the red mark on the screen that read "The last unfinished examinee" and slumped over the table again in pain.
"Damn prelims..."
He gritted his teeth and flipped open his notes when he suddenly heard the hum of a protective shield activating in the distance.
Amid the alarm, the complex star-track diagrams on the pages seemed to come alive, twisting before his eyes into the flickering isolation barrier outside the infectious ward.
Bai Di, who was sitting next to him, picked up the bone china coffee cup and gently stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips. The hot steam blurred his vision.
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