【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 335 [Empire] Teaching

My eyes swept over the laptop on my wrist, and when I saw the time ticking on the screen, I almost breathed a sigh of relief. It was like I was saved! I quickly turned my head and looked at the teacher, my face full of innocence: "Teacher, get out of class is over."

The teacher froze for a moment, as if realizing that almost all the time had passed. When the bell rang, his expression was more like someone who had just woken from a nightmare, a dazed look in his eyes. Then, he sighed softly. "Okay, that's all for today."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the classroom lightened. The students, previously tense and uneasy, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Some quietly rubbed their eyes, as if escaping a nightmare, while others began to whisper, discussing the incredible mung bean "runaway" incident.

I took the opportunity to clear the items on the table and pretended to be calm as I moved the pot of green beans next to my schoolbag to avoid attracting more attention. After all, although the pot of green beans now looked like an "exceptional species", I didn't want to be too conspicuous in front of everyone.

"Even if the get out of class is over, it doesn't mean the problem is solved." The teacher's voice came from behind, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in his tone. "How did you do this?"

I turned around and shrugged lightly. "Teacher, I'm so sorry. It might be... the soil temperature is a little high, so this is the result." I tried to explain casually, but I felt a little uneasy. After all, the rapid growth of this mung bean plant was clearly not in line with common sense. It could even be said that there were signs of "abnormality."

The teacher frowned, looked at me and the green beans on my desk, then glanced at the young vine next to me. In the end, he didn't pursue the matter any further, but whispered, "I hope you can control yourself in the future and don't let things get out of hand again."

I nodded, but was thinking to myself: It seems that this matter has been resolved for the time being, but next time, if a similar situation happens again, it may not be so easy to deal with.

As the bell rang, the students gradually left the classroom. A mixture of unease and relief hung in the air, but I knew that today's episode of "Mung Bean's rampage" would probably leave a deep impression on everyone.

As I walked out of the classroom, I couldn't help but look back at the pot of mung beans that had grown to a meter high. A complex emotion welled up in my heart, and I walked out.

"Where are you going?" Nightingale's voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned around and looked at him. He was standing at the end of the corridor, his expression as indifferent as ever, but with a hint of imperceptible interest.

"Go...find something to eat." I shrugged, my eyes swept over his back, and suddenly I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

"How did you get into my school?" I looked at Nightingale speechlessly, feeling helpless. This guy, at his age, was still able to sneak around the campus. It was unbelievable. "Just to spy on me in class?"

Nightingale remained calm as he slowly walked towards me, his tone tinged with joking, "Spying? I'm not that bored. I just stopped by to see how your 'incredible' green beans grow, and to see how you control them."

I suddenly felt a pang of anger rising in my head. This guy's curiosity is truly unbridled. Just now in class, my mung beans suddenly grew into "super plants." I don't know how he found out. I just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he immediately appeared in front of me, talking as if I were the culprit.

"You," I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "You're so young, and you're already studying mung beans here. You're almost like a 'researcher' in a science lab."

Nightingale raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I'd consider the position of 'Researcher'. You've earned quite a bit of merit in this mission, so maybe you can bring me some 'extra benefits'."

I glanced at his feigned casualness and felt speechless. "You're just so free, you're bothering me for no reason? And you're treating me like a research project?" I raised my lip slightly, teasing.

"Trouble?" Nightingale grinned. "In my eyes, you've long ceased to be a problem. You, on the other hand, may not have realized that you're the 'experimental subject.'" His eyes flickered with a hint of teasing and profound meaning as he spoke. "Do you think that seedling can grow safely within you? Or that you can truly control the power of the vine?"

His words made my heart sink. I subconsciously touched the zipper of my backpack, as if it were my last barrier to the outside world. Nightingale's words, though lighthearted, held a profound warning—these plants weren't as simple as I'd imagined.

"What do you mean?" I frowned and asked in a low voice.

Nightingale shrugged, a hint of ambiguous smile flickering in his eyes. "Think about it. What if the plants you raise, even vines or seedlings, can control you at any time? Your mental strength, nervous system, even the way you think could be changed by them. You think you have complete control over them?" He paused slightly. "But they may not obey you."

My heart skipped a beat. Although Nightingale's words didn't point to anything clearly, they caused ripples in my mind.

"However," Nightingale continued, "maybe I'm overthinking it. After all, your 'little friend' is pretty well behaved so far."

I didn't respond immediately, only silently looking down at my backpack. The familiar coldness and faint vitality were still there.

"Honestly," I paused, looking up with a complicated look in my eyes, "you think so highly of me. Do you really think I have potential? You're going to all this trouble to play tricks on me so I can learn how to control these things?"

Nightingale chuckled. "Potential?" He slowed his tone, his eyes narrowed. "I'm not looking at you, but at the things behind you. You're just a 'vehicle,' and it's the things hidden within you that I value." He paused. "However, whether you can successfully control these plants depends entirely on your own ability."

"Are you good at tracking?" I looked at Nightingale, feeling a surge of displeasure and a hint of anger in my tone. This guy always appeared in front of me silently, as if he never needed any warning, and from time to time he would come up with some infuriating teasing, which was unbearable.

Nightingale smiled nonchalantly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Good at it?" He shrugged lightly. "Does this count as a kind of 'professionalism'? No matter where you go or what you do, people always notice your presence. Or should I be ashamed of my 'professional skills'?"

I frowned, feeling a bit unhappy, but I also knew that Nightingale wouldn't calm down just because of my angry words. He seemed to be deliberately teasing me, or maybe he didn't care if it upset me at all. After all, if something really happened, he would always face it with a fearless attitude.

"You like seeing me unhappy so much?" I said in a cold tone, no longer avoiding his eyes, and looked directly at him.

Seeing me lose my temper, Nightingale didn't immediately fight back. Instead, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. "Who said I like seeing you unhappy? But looking at you like this, kid, you always get angry too easily and can't control your emotions." He raised his eyebrows playfully. "If you really want to go further, you have to learn to relax, otherwise you will eventually fall down because of your own emotions."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself, but I still felt a bit choked up. Nightingale had inadvertently hit a sore spot. I knew his words weren't directed at me, but at my growth. But his sudden "education" really irritated me.

"I don't need you to teach me how to grow up." I gritted my teeth and couldn't help but fight back, "How much better are you than me?"

Nightingale's eyes flickered slightly, as if he wasn't surprised by what I said. Instead, he smiled even more easily. "That's the answer I was expecting. You're always so impulsive, wanting to control everything yourself, but you know that control comes at a price." He paused, a serious look in his eyes. "You don't have the power to control everything."

"What do you know?" I snorted coldly. "In the final analysis, you just see these problems as more complicated than I do."

Nightingale didn't say anything else, just sighed softly, as if feeling a little regretful about my impatience. "Sometimes, 'control' isn't achieved through force, but through understanding." He changed the subject, "But judging from your current expression, it seems you don't want to hear this yet."

I gritted my teeth in anger, but I kept silent, unable to vent my frustration. Nightingale's words were like an invisible rope, entangled in my inner unease. I didn't like being looked down upon, but Nightingale seemed to constantly challenge my boundaries. And yet, he didn't present himself as an enemy, but rather as a "friend" who played by unconventional rules, making him feel both close and untrustworthy.

"You just like to challenge others like this, right?" I couldn't help but ask again.

Nightingale didn't seem angry. Instead, he smiled. "A challenge? I don't consider it a challenge. I just want to see how far you can go in facing these things." He looked at me, his eyes becoming deeper. "You're still young and haven't experienced many things, but you'll understand in the future that true 'strength' doesn't come from oppressing others, but from staying calm and rational in difficult situations."

"I know," I whispered, my heart still heavy. "But I don't want to be like this forever, bound by my hands and feet." I looked at him, finally looking him straight in the eye. "I want freedom, not to be bound by anyone or anything."

Nightingale smiled slightly, as if he felt somewhat relieved by my words. "Freedom? You must first learn to control yourself before you can control your freedom." He paused and added, "But at least you know what you want, and that's more important than anything else."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down. Regardless, Nightingale's words, while unpleasant, made me realize that I wasn't as clear-headed as I had previously thought.

I gazed into the distance, the scenery gradually blurring as a wave of confusion and unease crept over me. Yes, I longed for freedom, a life unfettered by constraints, to escape all shackles. But suddenly, everything felt so complicated. I had traveled into this world, and it wasn't meant to be this tormented. I had assumed I'd be safe and sound in my corner, living a simple, peaceful life. Why had I become like this?