My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 115: Yucai Middle School 16

Taking advantage of the short break between classes, Yang Fan and He Fei managed, after some effort, to restore trust with Yun Jin.

Afterward, Yang Fan told Yun Jin everything that had happened to him and He Fei.

"Yesterday, the Dean of Students punished us by sending us to clean the restrooms in the teachers' office building."

The moment Yang Fan uttered the words "teachers' office restroom," Yun Jin's expression changed. Clearly, she understood exactly what that meant.

"But we survived. Neither of us even has a scratch," Yang Fan added, still puzzled. "It's really too strange. It felt like I just had a peaceful sleep inside the restroom... Maybe something happened, but I don't remember a thing."

Yun Jin studied him for a moment, then reached up and lightly pressed against her mask.

At length, she asked in a low voice: "What's your talent?"

Yang Fan gave a somewhat uneasy smile—very different from the carefree attitude he'd shown when first entering this haunted realm.

Yun Jin already had a suspicion. She asked, "It's on the mental-enhancement side, isn't it? Healing, or support? ...Or perhaps, neither?"

Yang Fan clicked his tongue and said, "Not sure. It hasn't been categorized yet, since it's never actually taken effect... My talent is called 'Zuang Zhou.'"

"Then it has taken effect now." Yun Jin's voice was cold and steady. After a pause, she added, "No—perhaps it's better to say that its effect has finally been discovered."

Yang Fan: "Huh?"

Lowering her gaze, Yun Jin murmured: "Zuang Zhou... could it be referring to the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly?"

Yun Jin analyzed, "Your ability should correspond to the story of Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream. When you entered the restroom, you and He Fei must have suffered a massive psychic impact—enough to utterly contaminate your minds. That's when your talent activated. You both fell asleep."

Yang Fan began to understand. Thoughtfully, he said, "So you mean my talent reduces the contamination people suffer? And if the contamination is too strong, the person immediately falls asleep—and when they wake, as a form of self-protection, they completely forget the source of the contamination, just like waking from a dream?"

Yun Jin nodded. "Yes. And this talent doesn't just apply to you—it can even affect those around you. It's only that in most cases, the contamination others receive is too slight, so the effect of your talent isn't immediately noticeable."

In fact, last night when Yun Jin encountered the dorm manager, she too had suffered slight contamination. Today, she felt as if she hadn't rested well, her head uncomfortable.

But the moment she came close to Yang Fan, that discomfort eased significantly.

Combined with what Yang Fan had said, she was able to deduce his gift. A talent easily underestimated—yet, in truth, holding limitless potential.

By the time their conversation ended, the break was almost over.

Though they were in a blind spot where cameras couldn't see, Yun Jin and Yang Fan still carefully left one after the other, wary of being caught in "overcommunication."

Meanwhile, at the school gates. Zhang Minglan was there to greet the principal, who had just returned from an out-of-town meeting.

A pitch-black car rolled to a stop at the gate, its two side mirrors decorated with bright red paper flowers.

The driver got out and quickly opened the back door.

From within, a balding man in his forties, belly swollen like that of a woman ten months pregnant, struggled to squeeze himself out of the backseat.

Zhang Minglan stood beside the black car. A sweet smile adorned her face as she bent slightly, her posture both respectful and humble. After the principal stepped out of the vehicle, she promptly, offered him a neatly folded handkerchief.

Merely maneuvering himself out of the car had left the principal's oily, sweat-slicked face glistening. Taking the handkerchief from Zhang Minglan, he dabbed at his sweat, muttering complaints under his breath as if no one were listening:

"The Education Bureau suddenly called a meeting and summoned us, without saying it was urgent. Nearly made me miss the trip back."

The principal recalled the meeting at the Education Bureau, remembering his colleagues seated around the table—Managers from kindergartens, primary schools, middle schools, and universities alike.

The head of Yaya Kindergarten, riding high on the recent sponsorship of the Flesh-and-Blood Church, had grown arrogant enough to mock him openly.

"Yucai Middle School's student loss rate has been relatively high recently, hasn't it? It seems quite a few new students didn't come back after leaving. At this rate, does the school still have a future?"

The Yucai principal had no way to refute him—because what the man said was true.

Fortunately, the bureau director intervened in time and, as before, inquired about the situation of "that thing" in the school restroom.

That alone was enough to show everyone that Yucai Middle School still had the Bureau Chief's special attention—restoring a bit of face for the principal.

Privately, he cursed Yaya Kindergarten twice in his mind, then looked up at Zhang Minglan and asked, "While I was away, did anything happen?"

Zhang Minglan kept her head lowered, pretending not to hear his earlier complaints. She quickly organized the events in her mind but hesitated, unsure which to mention first.

After a brief hesitation, she said, "Ms. Wan of Dark Farm came to visit yesterday and spent the night on campus."

"Oh, Dark Farm..." The principal nodded, his expression tightening with gravity. He patted her shoulder. "You did well. I'll change my clothes and go see her shortly."

Cooperation with Dark Farm was no small matter. The food produced by Dark Farm benefits both the students and teachers at the school.

Given the support Yaya Kindergarten received from the Flesh and Blood Church, Dark Farm's assistance to Yucai could easily have an even greater impact.

Naturally, the principal merely thought this over; after all, Dark Farm had only been established recently, whereas the Flesh and Blood Church had existed far longer.

Seeing the principal in a good mood, Zhang Minglan pressed her lips together, swallowed, and continued: "However... Ms. Wan entered the teachers' office restroom."

The principal's face changed at once. "She went in?"

Zhang Minglan nodded.

Damn it! The color drained from the principal's face. Fat beads of sweat began to roll steadily down his forehead.

"How could you let her in there?!"

She'd been invited here for partnership talks—if Ms. Wan had died inside Yucai Middle School, wouldn't that have made Dark Farm their mortal enemy?

The principal panicked like an ant on a hot pan.

Seeing this, Zhang Minglan hurriedly added: "She went in... and came back out."

The principal exhaled in relief, the fat on his face quivering as he felt a second chance at life. "She came out? Good..."

Then Zhang Minglan delivered the real bombshell: "After Ms. Wan left the restroom, , that thing inside calmed down. It seems Ms. Wan took care of it!"

"What—?!" The principal was so startled that he jumped up.