Yan Junze knew he must be smiling awkwardly, but there was nothing he could do, he just had to try not to make Zhang Tiantian angry, satisfy her demands, and get through these last few minutes.
"Where did you find this pen?" Zhang Tiantian didn't take the red pen, continuing to inquire.
"Just… just on you… your body." Yan Junze stuttered.
"Where?" Zhang Tiantian seemed curious, stretching her hand to her face.
Suddenly, her slender fingers touched the wound by her right eye socket, but didn't linger. As Yan Junze watched in astonishment, her fingers reached her own eye socket and carefully, gently probed.
Seeing this, Yan Junze felt like he was going to throw up.
Glancing at the time, eight minutes had already passed. He was about to choose to back away to the office door when Zhang Tiantian's voice rang out.
"So it's already been cut open, I won't be polite then."
"What?"
Yan Junze suddenly paused, recalling a phrase the Possession Spirit had spoken through Zhang Tiantian's mouth: "Just make an incision, drain her Essence Qi, no need to put in so much effort."
It was... planning to use this wound to suck away Zhang Tiantian's Essence Qi!
What kind of move is that!?
Although Yan Junze was completely bewildered, this didn't prevent him from realizing at that very moment, Zhang Tiantian was in extreme danger.
He absolutely couldn't let this creature suck away Zhang Tiantian's Essence Qi!
"Wait, the spot you're touching isn't the wound," Yan Junze blurted out.
He didn't understand why this Possession Spirit was so poorly adapted to the body it inhabited, nor why it had to create a wound on the host body to drain the other's Essence Qi.
But now was clearly not the time to let it continue, so a very bold idea, one that would make Yan Junze unwilling to recall for the following three months, popped into his mind.
After he spoke, the Possession Spirit visibly hesitated.
As they say, a good opportunity is like an accidental fart, grasp it or it's gone in an instant.
Yan Junze seized it.
Seizing the chance, he reached out, and the red ballpoint pen returned to its original place, yes, he inserted it back into Zhang Tiantian's eye socket.
In this critical moment, realizing that the "incision" the Possession Spirit was referring to was the wound made by the ballpoint pen, Yan Junze definitely wasn't going to let this creature continue sucking Zhang Tiantian's Essence Qi from her wound, so he had to block this "incision."
And with only the pen in his hand, it wasn't an option to use his own finger.
The index finger is very important, Yan Junze would need it for many purposes later, he couldn't waste it here, or else he'd be left with psychological scars, so he used the ballpoint pen instead.
In the nick of time, he couldn't feel whether he had inserted it too deep or too shallow, but it was blocked anyway.
And the Possession Spirit immediately became furious, roaring through Zhang Tiantian, "Where's the incision? It's gone!"
Strangely, after the wound in the right eye socket was blocked, the creature couldn't relocate its precise position.
Zhang Tiantian suddenly stood up, her face twisted, her body tensed, the veins in her neck protruding, her hands frantically scratching and searching her body, as if she had lost her most important target.
During the search, Zhang Tiantian's screams and roars were incessant. One could easily guess that the teachers guarding the stairwell on the first floor were now silent as cicadas, staring in terror at the second floor.
The outcome was clear, Yan Junze had still managed to enrage the Possession Spirit.
The mission notes had been very clear, "Do not try to provoke it, or the consequences will be severe."
But Yan Junze asked himself, he couldn't do that, he couldn't stand by and watch Zhang Tiantian's head being gouged open by the Possession Spirit, to have her Essence Qi completely drained while still alive.
So, things had almost inevitably come to this point.
Taking advantage of Zhang Tiantian's frantic search for the wound, Yan Junze suddenly ducked down, using hands and feet together, instantly drawing out his body's potential, with the speed of thunder and without hesitating, he dived under the office desk.
This desk was right next to Zhang Tiantian's desk, still very close to the frenzied Zhang Tiantian. Yan Junze had no time to think carefully because this desk was also near the window, so he immediately used the curtains as a cover and crawled under the desk in the second row next to the window, and then the third and fourth rows.
The fourth row of desks was empty, piled with a large number of test papers and graded test booklets, and the floor in front of the desks was also stacked with many test papers from past years, some of which had grown moldy.
This place was perfect for hiding a person's figure, and Yan Junze promptly shrunk himself into the pile of papers, ready to use the weapon of knowledge to eliminate all kinds of demons and ghosts.
Sometime during his hiding, Zhang Tiantian's roars had stopped, and only heavy breathing could be heard. A few seconds later, even the breathing sounds gradually disappeared.
The sound of high heels suddenly rang out, step by step coming from the direction of Zhang Tiantian's desk.
Because teachers had dress codes, the heels of these high heels were not very high. Even though the Possession Spirit inhabited Zhang Tiantian's body, it still walked steadily in them.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, no longer hysterical as before; each step seemed to press down on Yan Junze's nerves.
Soon, Yan Junze saw Zhang Tiantian's feet pass by the third row of desks, pass the sofa where she had once lain, and step by step walk towards the fourth row of desks.
This thing walked very slowly; it hadn't found him but was searching.
Yan Junze glanced at the time again; 9 minutes and 21 seconds had already passed.
Even if there was an error in his phone's timer, it would not exceed 5 seconds, so the 10-minute mark was almost reached.
Zhang Tiantian was nearing him; he could already see fresh blood dripping nonstop beside Zhang Tiantian's feet, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest, as if it had been injected with a stimulant.
If only the office could be a little quieter, Yan Junze believed that his heartbeat might betray his hiding place.
Those pale and delicate feet passed by the desk where Yan Junze was hiding, stopped by the window, and from this angle, Yan Junze could still see the heels of the high heels.
At this moment, his heart was tight with nerves. If something felt wrong, he believed he would immediately activate the "Rewind" command.
About ten seconds passed, and Zhang Tiantian turned and walked away from the window, up to the desk where Yan Junze was hiding.
Watching those feet stand right before his eyes, he could imagine such a scene where a head with disheveled hair might very likely look down at any moment, and most importantly, that head had a ballpoint pen stuck in it.
Yan Junze couldn't bear the torment any longer; it's better to act than to be acted upon. With slight hesitation, he lifted a foot and kicked at Zhang Tiantian, who seemed already bent on looking down.
His kick landed squarely on her ankle, and Zhang Tiantian collapsed to her knees. Yan Junze immediately pushed away the pile of test papers behind him and crawled out from the other side of the desk.
The familiar roar sounded once again, thump, Zhang Tiantian sprang onto the desk, stepping on the thick pile of test papers, and lunged toward the fleeing Yan Junze.
Reaching the office door, Yan Junze felt his pant leg tighten; the pouncing Zhang Tiantian had grabbed onto his pant leg, dragging him as if in a walk.
Yan Junze was about to "Rewind". Turning his head for a glance, he kicked out his left leg right at the disheveled head.
In a life-and-death moment, he couldn't care for much. If he really killed Zhang Tiantian, he might just "Rewind" and not enter this office again or continue this mission. That should be acceptable, right?
However, it was clear that the current Zhang Tiantian was lively and hopping, not likely to die anytime soon.
Reaching for the door handle in haste, Yan Junze caught a glimpse of the timer on his phone, which had stopped, indicating the time was up.
But to be safe, he decided to wait at least another 5 seconds before daring to open the office door and run out.
As long as he was out of the office, with more people around, he would have more targets and could take the opportunity to escape in the chaos.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Yan Junze felt a coldness on his calf. His pant leg had been torn, and Zhang Tiantian's hand clung tightly to his leg.
Almost at the same time, a cold, strange, and ferocious breath rushed up his leg into his body. His strength quickly drained away, not even enough to turn the doorknob.
"It's over, it's going to Possess me!" Yan Junze nearly had his soul scared out of his body.
The mission time was up, and yet he had never imagined that he would not be able to escape the office!
Rewind, he must Rewind!
Setting the Rewind time to 10 minutes and 15 seconds at the beginning made sense, as even though the 10-minute mission time was complete, there were still a few seconds of buffer time.
Just as Yan Junze was about to activate Rewind, the office door suddenly burst open with a bang from the outside.