Chapter 77: I Want to Blow Up the School!
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent; perhaps they were lost in confusion, unsure how to face the toothy Sumu, or maybe they were merely remnants of the past, incapable of thought.
In that moment of distraction, the puppet-like, dazed students transformed into obscure streams of light and disappeared one by one. Within a few seconds, the classroom was half-empty, starkly contrasting the earlier cacophony.
As overlapping shadows vanished, the surroundings abruptly became spacious. The scattered sunlight had its chance to pass through the curtains and fall on Sumu’s secluded desk, dispelling the gloom above it.
Sumu stood there calmly, and with each glance of her sunlit bright eyes at a figure, that person quietly vanished, until it fell upon the last individual.
The teacher.
“Why are you still here?”
The teacher’s expression was wooden and awkward, like a puppet realizing its identity, a mix of disbelief and reluctance on her face, before her expression became lively again.
She inserted another hidden memory point, or rather, a possible future.
“Speaking of the exam we discussed earlier, it turns out Sumu was actually correct about that translation; I made a mistake, apologies, everyone, please make corrections.”
This time, there was no pause or hesitation when she mentioned Sumu’s name—she remembered it.
“And also congratulations to Sumu for being fourth place in the whole school in the last language exam.”
After saying this, the teacher’s figure dissolved into pure white light, the last barrier against the sunlight disappeared, leaving the classroom under the sunset completely silent, slightly lonely but extraordinarily bright.
“Well done, Sumu, you’ve obtained an extra memory point.”
Sumu touched the back of her neck in confusion. After being illuminated by sunlight, the suffocating feeling that had surrounded her dissipated, but it should have been from the damp towel—did someone help out?
Oh, right, the sunflower.
By the way, what is the use of this extra memory point?
“It can delay your decline progress and enhance your magic power index. Generally, the main memory points that can be retained do not exceed five, but this extra one does not count, and each memory point corresponds to an additional possibility. If all are lit up, sweeping through D grade will be a piece of cake.”
Sumu nodded, somewhat understanding.
So it’s an extra question?
“Pretty much. Now can you guess what your five memory points are?”
In theory, as age and memories grow, memory points would also update and iterate, but for Sumu, who had just turned eighteen, the memory points should concentrate on the period before her arrest.
Aside from this, there was another, which was on that day in the office.
That was the part of her memories Sumu least wanted to touch, but today she planned to rush through the school all at once.
Write the big questions first, and save the small ones for last!
After hesitating for a moment, Sumu pushed the door open again and returned to the corridor.
The sunlight behind her was swallowed by shadows, as if the comforting scene just now had been an illusion; fortunately, Mr. Tree had disappeared with the illusion.
Was the previous memory point lit up causing time to jump to the new memory point?
Sumu looked up at the sky; it was pitch black with no light, the faint yellow light from street lamps reflecting under the cloud layers, and a cold wind swept through.
The time was not evening, but 6:40 AM on a winter morning in the south, before the sun had risen.
Should I dress up in that ghostly way and take another round at the school gate?
That wouldn’t count as a memory point; that was black history.
After frowning in thought for a moment, Sumu recalled the school rules.
Actually, as long as it’s a serious violation, it should not be a problem.
That would be exhilarating.
Sumu dashed down the stairs, but the pitch-black hallway didn’t light up even the motion-sensor lights, and she slipped and fell hard on her backside on the stairwell.
Inertia caused Sumu to slide down the stairs, and every step she hit made her wince as Moti Si smacked her sensitive rear, eliciting sharp breaths.
That’s right, she remembered this was also an experience in her memories. Damn, could you not ruin my mood with things like this?
One moment Sumu was grinning and rubbing her sore backside, and the next she was stupidly laughing.
Thinking about what she was going to do next made it hard for her to contain her joy.
Now there’s no one in school, right?
Watch out, kids! Such a serious violation worthy of being recorded in school history, I will perform it just once.
Bouncing and skipping, Sumu looked as lively as the wind, her flowing pink ponytail swaying left and right in the air, making her resemble a cheerful girl student from a textbook.
If you ignore the long red firecrackers in her hand.
“The sun shines bright, the flowers smile at me, the little birds say, why are you carrying a bomb on your back?”
As Sumu hummed a song, she wrapped the firecrackers made with her handheld game console around every corner of the hallway.
As she remembered, the school had only a week off for the winter holidays in the third year of middle school. By the fifth day of the New Year, the middle school kids were back in class, celebrating the New Year together at school.
How could there be no festive spirit for the New Year?
“I want to blow up the school, the teachers don’t know, once I pull the line, I’ll run away—”
Finally, after laying firecrackers all over the playground, Sumu ignited the fuse, then swiftly ran to the security room and covered her ears.
The continuous thunder and flashes burst forth from every window of the teaching building, and in an instant, the entire school turned into a scene of devastation. The thick gray smoke, worse than the most severe smog in City B, quickly spread, filling Sumu’s view, with the only visible sight being the firelights constantly exploding within the thick smoke.
It exploded. The school was really ruined this time. Upon waking, the principal’s world would crumble.
After all, this was her dream; no matter how it was ruined, as long as one left and came back, everything would return to normal, but Sumu still wanted to say one thing.
Ah.
“In my opinion, you are still too conservative, Little Sumu.”
Irina’s voice drowned out the firecrackers, ringing in Sumu’s heart.
Could there be a master?
“If I remember correctly, haven’t we been eyeing that ridiculously large screen and sound system in the multimedia classroom for a long time?”
You really understand me!
Hearing Irina’s tempting words, Sumu instantly felt ecstatic, and without caring if the firecrackers were finished, she used her handheld console to wipe them all away.
The school that had just been blown to ruins was instantly renovated, although the thick smell of firecrackers had seeped into all the building materials.
Just being there gave the feeling of conducting a fire drill.
This was also one of the effects Sumu wanted.
After all, this school used the lunch break for fire drills, and everyone was sleeping soundly when suddenly they were jolted awake by the sharp sound of an alarm, stumbling out of bed, bleary-eyed.
After finally gathering on the playground, they had to listen to the principal read a long speech for over ten minutes. By the afternoon classes, students were like lost souls, utterly exhausted.
But there were a few stubborn ones who kept lying on their desks, unresponsive even when the teacher poked them.
“Fire! Hurry and run!”
“Can’t move, teacher; I’m already burnt.”
That’s hilarious; this time, it really got burnt.
