Lin Yi narrowed his eyes, recalling the scene in the Teacher's Office.
The stopped pendulum clock...
The dim corner of the wall...
What appeared to be an impeccably tidy environment on the surface, yet trash and paper balls were strewn about the sofa and the floor cracks, a drawer brimming with disorderly papers...
Lin Yi suddenly linked the office with the homeroom teacher...
"The state of the Teacher's Office... could it reflect her personal state?"
"Seeming fine on the surface, but actually in utter chaos?"
That kind of psychological turmoil.
"Assuming all the above hypotheses are valid... then the homeroom teacher also needs to firmly believe she is the homeroom teacher, so if the homeroom teacher's 'will' is not strong enough, what would she... become?"
Lin Yi thought of the golden eyes, thought of Tomato Sauce, thought of the plaster-like substance on the podium, thought of...
"Stockings..."
"Hmm?!" Wei Liang's ears twitched, "Stockings, what about stockings?"
