Chapter 745: 45. Idiot
“Mr. Fisher, are you inside?”
At the same time, Jasmine’s mournful voice outside, pressing against Fisher’s nerves like a tolling bell, especially after Hela’s reminder, made him feel that the person standing outside the door was not the delicate high school girl Jasmine, but a colossal primal beast.
With Jasmine behind him and that demon in front, who wore a wicked grin and was ready to burst at any moment, Fisher found himself in a predicament, caught between a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
He hadn’t done anything wrong, he could say he was “innocent,” but knowing that Hela’s intention was to shatter Jasmine’s beautiful dream, he realized that what would happen upon opening the door was no longer up to him to decide.
He had no doubt that once he opened the door, this individual would engage in nonsensical rambling in front of Jasmine, likely revealing everything and leaving Fisher with no place to hide.
“.”
So, no matter what, he could not let Jasmine open that door.
Moreover, it seemed that Jasmine outside also could not determine whether Fisher and Hela were in this classroom. Thanks to Fisher a few minutes ago, he had habitually locked the door behind him, which left some room for maneuvering at this moment.
Thus, he simply needed to ensure that Jasmine could not confirm they were inside. It wouldn’t be long before the class bell rang.
Although he did not know how long the break was in the world of Trans, it could not possibly be as long as forty minutes like at Saint Nali University, right?
At this time, all Fisher had to do was to prevent this evil angel from making any noise!
Thinking of this, the breath of Fisher, standing in front of Hela, subtly changed. Hela, still smiling, raised her hand to cover her mouth in a trumpet shape. The instant she saw Fisher’s expression darken, her throat moved, and she was about to make a sound, but Fisher’s sturdy arm had already pressed against her lips first.
“Mm.”
Hela was silently pushed back by Fisher. She blinked, whimpering and struggling, attempting to move toward the door.
But Fisher was all too familiar with her body; sensing her intention to run forward, he quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her up. Her legs, wrapped in stockings, flailed foolishly in the air. After maintaining that running posture for a second or two, Fisher pulled her back down.
“Mm-mm.”
Hela blinked her eyes, reaching her fair hands towards the door but could only watch helplessly as she was carried farther from it.
After all, whimpering also produces sound. Fisher could not stop that, so he had to take her further away from the door—the farther, the better.
With gritted teeth, Fisher hoisted her onto his left shoulder while using his right hand to cover her lips, resulting in a situation that was both intimate and comical between them.
—Thud
“Hiss!”
Behind him, Hela struggled and kicked Fisher’s back with both legs, but her previously sprained right leg got bumped again, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. That gasp, felt in Fisher’s palm, made him involuntarily glance at her slightly wrinkled face.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she looked at him pitifully. Fisher sighed and finally set her down, as they were now far enough from the door. The yoga mat on the floor undoubtedly proved the purpose of this club room, making it spacious rather than cramped.
“Strange. Not in this classroom? Mr. Fisher? Mr. Fisher?”
Outside, Jasmine’s puzzled voice came through, seemingly beginning to question Fisher’s exact location, but she still hadn’t left; instead, she called out Fisher’s name louder in the hallway, hoping to catch the attention of Fisher, who might be in any room along that corridor.
Fisher cautionedly covered her mouth and set her down, but the pain in her ankle seemed to make her human body unable to endure, and she started taking small breaths, making Fisher sigh and look down at her little foot.
“I’ll take a look; don’t shout.”
Seeing her slightly twisted ankle, Fisher remained silent for a moment, glancing at Hela, who he was covering the mouth of, blinking her glistening eyes in assent. He gradually loosened his grip on her red lips.
Then he bent down, looking at her right foot.
The environment was still deep in winter, so Hela’s stockings had a certain thickness, but the material was very good. This was evident to the naked eye, which inexplicably ignited a desire within Fisher to touch it.
He lowered his head, gently cradling Hela’s warm little foot. Even if only the outline was visible at this moment, that rounded, jade-like toe appeared to be a perfect work of art, or perhaps a delicacy?
Fisher struggled to shift his gaze from that tip of her foot, looking at her slightly twisted ankle. He gently reached out to touch it, and saw that the distorted ankle returned to normal as if it were ticklish.
Isn’t this fine? Then why…
Fisher paused, cradling her delicate foot, then abruptly looked up at Hela, who was sitting on the yoga mat. She was gazing at Fisher innocently, blinking, and then her mouth gradually opened, gathering energy as if preparing to call out to the demon outside like a roaring T-Rex.
“Jas—”
Fisher’s hands were still on her foot, but as he tried to move again to stop her, it was already too late and could not keep pace with his body leaning forward.
In such a situation, Fisher decided to play along, leaning forward to cover her mouth.
Before Hela could react, her large mouth was already blocked. Then, she was again pushed down onto the yoga mat by Fisher, making a muffled “thud” sound.
“.”
Hela blinked, surprisingly not retreating, but instead reaching out with her hands to tightly hug Fisher’s shoulders, not letting him leave.
“Ding ding ding~”
At that moment, the entire teaching building was suddenly filled with a bell ringing as beautiful as fairy music.
It was the class bell.
“How strange. Not here?”
Outside, hearing the class bell, Jasmine finally began to relent, letting out a puzzled utterance to herself. Shortly after, there was silence, indicating she had presumably left.
“.”
Fisher, however, was experienced. Even so, he remained motionless, keeping his position to avoid the tragic outcome of prematurely lowering his guard and squandering his efforts.
He glanced towards the door with his peripheral vision, wanting to confirm whether Jasmine had left. But that slightly turned face suddenly found itself in a gentle grip, where fingers corrected his focus, pulling Fisher’s gaze back into the beautiful blue-gold eyes before him.
Those eyes were like the ocean, but only reflected Fisher’s face.
In that moment, their lips parted.
Hela smiled brightly, watching Fisher’s actions with satisfaction, covering her mouth as she giggled.
“When kissing, you must concentrate, so as not to disappoint your partner~”
“Hahaha.”
Fisher wiped his lips, straightened his posture, and didn’t say anything more.
“Darling, you should have said to use this method as a bargaining chip earlier; we wouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble. However, you’re calmer than I imagined. This is Jasmine’s world, and aren’t you afraid that the small door won’t hold her back, letting her rush in and run into us head-on?”
Fisher considered for a moment while straightening his clothes, calmly stating, “You mentioned earlier that the key to breaking the dream lies not only in going against her heart but also in the ‘sense of incongruity.’ Just like in a real dream, everything in a dream stems from one’s own thoughts, and most people do not recognize that they are its masters.”
Fisher surveyed the classroom. The bell had stopped ringing, leaving the entire building unusually quiet.
“That door indeed cannot block Jasmine’s true power, but she will subconsciously handle problems according to the behavior of a high school girl, just like upon hearing the bell, she will go to class. So she won’t open that door in other ways or use supernatural means to probe what’s behind it, even if she had the ability to do so.”
Hela smiled knowingly, sitting up and nodding, “Exactly. So if you had chosen to kill me in this form earlier, this dream would have been significantly affected, as the school life she longs for does not allow for ‘teacher death’ events. If such a thing were to happen suddenly without any buildup, she would react like someone suddenly waking from a dream, leading to extremely terrifying consequences~”
As she spoke, her eyes dimmed momentarily, and her palm loosely rested over Fisher’s heart, softly saying, “In that case, my other avatar can easily take away that precious ‘Null’ authority.”
“Null” authority, huh?
What an exquisite description.
“With her level of attachment to you, the kind of erosion you are experiencing in this dream should be the greatest. The fact that your consciousness remains intact without becoming the ‘English teacher’ she envisioned is because your body contains the ‘Null’ authority that can accommodate everything.”
This was expected, but there was another point that puzzled Fisher.
He raised his gaze to Hela, who was also unaffected and couldn’t help but ask, “Renee’s authority comes from you, so why was she affected while you weren’t?”
“Because ‘infinity’ only describes part of my nature and does not possess my true nature, so it cannot be exempt from rules.”
“You possess infinite authorities.”
Hela smiled slightly, remaining silent, only adjusting her clothes and turning towards the door.
“Considering your sweet kiss, I’ll let this slide this time, but next time… heh, you need to keep a close watch on Jasmine.”
“.”
Fisher turned to look at her as she walked to the door. She didn’t put on her shoes but bent down to pick up the high heels she had taken off, holding them in her hand. As she reached the door, placing her hand on the lock, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to glance at Fisher, her face expressing curiosity.
“By the way, there’s another question.”
“What?”
Fisher rubbed his shoulder and glanced at her eyes, which scrutinized him from head to toe.
“Um, earlier.” She blinked, looking at him with an expression Fisher had never seen; it was hard to articulate, and she asked, “Since you’ve already determined that I only have four avatars with powers inferior to those minor gods within the barrier, logically speaking, even Renee should be affected by her dream, shouldn’t I be even more affected?”
“How can you be so sure that I, like you, wouldn’t be affected by this dream?”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, then responded, “You planned to take away the property from me in the dream, so if affected, the plan couldn’t sustain itself. Thus, you must have prepared a method to counteract the dream’s corrosion that I’m unaware of, right?”
“.”
Hela’s unfamiliar expression lingered for a moment before it returned to her usual dangerous smile. She withdrew her gaze and pushed open the door again.
“Is that so?”
“Click.”
The door closed, and she vanished.
Fisher blinked but did not leave the classroom immediately.
Regarding the question Hela had just asked, though it seemed logical that it was so, the truth was that his initial deduction—that Hela was unaffected by the dream—had nothing to do with such logic.
At that moment, he just had a feeling, an instinctive sense that she wouldn’t be affected.
Thinking carefully, perhaps it was because the property within him originally came from her, a precious treasure of hers, so it was only natural that there would be countless connections between them.
He felt this way, but as he looked down, he noticed the English textbook she had previously held was scattered on the floor and not taken with her.
She had only picked up her high heels.
After hesitating for a moment, Fisher stepped forward to pick up the materials scattered on the ground, casually flipping through them. They were filled with notes, evidently Hela’s personal lesson preparation materials.
Just as he was about to close it, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw on the title page, drawn with a gel pen, a chibi-style portrait that looked almost identical to Fisher.
But in that portrait, Fisher’s nose had been transformed from a human nose into a greatly symbolic pig’s nose. Coupled with his usual emotionless expression, he appeared adorably silly.
Near the portrait was an arrow, and at the tip of the arrow was a word written in the Nali language, which shouldn’t exist in this world.
“Idiot.”
“.”
Fisher looked at the elegant handwriting, and after a moment of silence, he let out a sigh and heavily closed the textbook.
“We are now enemies.”
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