UGB Chapter 62 The Principal? No, you are the biggest "lesion".
Chapter 62 The Principal? No, you are the biggest "lesion".
Biyou First Immortal Cultivation Middle School, with its teaching affairs office also serving as the infirmary.
"Scalpel".
Xiao Zizai stood behind the operating table, his voice calm, gentle, and filled with a sacred sense of ritual.
A nurse dressed as Ruhua (the puppet) handed over a scalpel that gleamed coldly.
Xiao Zizai pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked down at the "patient" on the operating table.
He was a student with dyed yellow hair and a face full of fat.
He was tightly bound with restraints at this moment, his eyes filled with regret and fear:
"Director Xiao! I was wrong! I'll never dare to collect protection money again! Please forgive me!"
"Shh-"
Xiao Zizai raised a finger and placed it to his lips:
"Don't be afraid, classmate."
"You're not bad, you're sick. Your greed has oppressed your conscience, and your violent tendencies have caused your soul to proliferate."
"The teacher is treating your illness."
"If you cut away this piece of 'evil,' you can become a good child who is useful to society."
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The blade sliced through.
There was no blood splattering, only a smooth sensation like cutting butter.
A cloud of black mist drifted out from the student's chest.
Xiao Zizai skillfully used the drainage tube to suck away the mist, and then sutured it, his movements as elegant as if he were playing the cello.
After a while.
The blond-haired student sat up.
The fat on his face disappeared, and his eyes became clear, foolish, and submissive.
He bowed deeply to Xiao Zizai, tears welling in his eyes:
"Thank you, Director Xiao! I feel like I've been reborn! I'm going to the library to study! I want to be a model student!"
"Go."
Xiao Zizai nodded with satisfaction, watching the students' departing figures, a great sense of fulfillment welling up in his heart.
Ah... this is life.
It satisfied his bloodlust while also conforming to moral norms.
He is a glorious gardener, a repairman of the soul.
There is no evil here, because all evil will become food on his plate.
"Cough cough..."
The narrator Su Wuxian's cough interrupted Xiao Zizai's self-absorption.
"Oh, what does the principal want to see me about?"
Xiao Zizai took off his gloves and was washing his hands.
"It's alright, it's alright, you go ahead with your work," Su Wuxian said with a smile.
Xiao Zizai turned around, gave a slight bow, polite yet distant:
"I'm all done."
"I just finished treating a case of school bullying. The surgery was a success, and he's a good kid again."
"Good boy...?"
Su Wuxian walked to the operating table where the student had just lain and reached out to touch the lingering warmth on it:
"If you remove 'evil,' all that's left is 'good'?"
"Director Xiao, don't you think the way that student walked out just now resembled... a puppet?"
Xiao Zizai paused slightly as he wiped his hands.
He looked up, his glasses reflecting light, making it impossible to see his eyes.
"Principal, what do you mean by that?"
"Schools need order, and students need discipline. I'm helping them eliminate distractions and focus on their spiritual practice. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, absolutely right."
Su Wuxian turned around, leaned against the operating table, and casually picked up a pair of hemostats, playing with them:
"But Xiao Zizai, can you fool others, but can you fool yourself?"
"Is what you're enjoying really the process of 'healing and saving lives'?"
"No."
Su Wuxian suddenly pointed the hemostat in his hand at Xiao Zizai's heart:
"What you enjoy is the sensation of plunging that knife into someone else's body."
"What you enjoy is the power to control the life and death of others."
"What you call 'treatment' is nothing more than a fig leaf you've found to satisfy your perverted appetite."
The air froze instantly.
The temperature in the office seemed to have dropped to freezing point.
Xiao Zizai's gentle smile slowly disappeared.
In this "perfect world," he is a respected saint, and no one has ever dared to expose his shortcomings like this.
No one has ever dared to use the word "pervert" to describe him.
In Xiao Zizai's eyes, Su Wuxian was beginning to change.
He was no longer the dignified principal, but a twisted, foul-smelling, huge black lesion!
An ultimate virus that tries to destroy this perfect school and his perfect life!
"I'm sick..."
Xiao Zizai murmured under his breath, his voice becoming hoarse and dangerous:
"Principal, you are sick."
"And he was very ill."
He slowly unbuttoned his white coat, took it off, revealing a neat shirt underneath.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bulging veins on his forearms.
"You exude an aura of 'chaos'."
"You are negating my treatment; you are questioning the school's order."
"This is a very serious infectious disease."
Xiao Zizai picked up the scalpel again.
This time, the blade no longer had a cold metallic sheen, but was covered with a layer of dark red aura—his long-suppressed killing intent.
"As the dean of students, I have a responsibility to eliminate all potential problems in the school."
Even if you are the principal...
"No exceptions."
Seeing Xiao Zizai gradually turning dark, Su Wuxian not only didn't back down, but instead threw away the hemostat in his hand, spread his hands, and exposed his chest:
"Oh ho, has this triggered the dream protection mechanism?"
"You want to perform surgery on me?"
"Come."
"Let me see, in this fake world, how sharp your knife is..."
"Great compassion..."
Xiao Zizai's eyes blazed with red light, the air behind him distorted, and a faint phantom of a thousand-armed Guanyin appeared.
But the Guanyin was not kind and benevolent; instead, she had a ferocious face and held various instruments of torture!
"Scalpel!"
boom!
Xiao Zizai sprang up, his scalpel transforming into a fierce red light, aiming straight for Su Wuxian's throat!
They didn't hold back.
This is for killing!
In this dream, killing is legal as long as he determines that the other person is a "patient".
The unbridled pleasure of killing caused Xiao Zizai to completely succumb.
"Die!!"
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, stabbing fiercely towards Su Wuxian.
Su Wuxian stood there, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He neither dodged nor evaded.
He wanted to shatter Xiao Zizai's illusions in the most direct way.
puff!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.
The scalpel pierced Su Wuxian's left shoulder with precision, all the way to the hilt!
however.
Xiao Zizai's face did not show any pleasure; instead, his brows were furrowed.
Not right.
Something doesn't feel right.
There was no heat from splattering blood.
There is no resistance from muscle tension.
The stab felt like it had pierced a piece of...
Rotten wood, or a clump of lifeless cotton.
"What's wrong?"
Su Wuxian glanced down at the knife stuck in his shoulder, without even frowning.
He raised his head, his eyes as calm as a still pond, staring directly at Xiao Zizai, who was so close to him:
"Director Xiao."
"With this cut, did you smell your favorite scent of blood?"
"Did you feel... the cries of life?"
Xiao Zizai's hands began to tremble.
He drew his knife.
The blade was spotless, without a single drop of blood.
There was no bleeding from the wound; only a blurry, mosaic-like thing was flashing.
"What...what is this?"
Xiao Zizai took two steps back, looking at Su Wuxian's wound in disbelief.
"This is your 'perfect world'."
Su Wuxian took a step forward, and his wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye:
"Everything here is pre-programmed."
"The person you killed was a fake."
"The person you saved is a fake."
"Even your pride in your killing intent is nothing more than a... pre-programmed sequence."
"No! Impossible!!"
Xiao Zizai roared, as if to prove something, and swung his sword again, this time with an even more ferocious flurry of slashes:
"I am real! My desires are real!!"
"Draw blood! Scream!!"
Faced with the crazed Xiao Zizai, Su Wuxian still walked with his hands behind his back, as if taking a stroll through the flashing swords.
"It seems the medicine I gave you wasn't strong enough."
"Then we'll have to...increase the dosage."