Chapter 14

Father Yan's expression at that moment was so twisted that the System couldn't resist taking ninety-nine photos in one breath.

The continuous clicking sound was comparable to a stopwatch. Mù Yú had a high tolerance for noise, but he still gently tapped the System's built-in speaker.

The System hurriedly gathered the photos flying around his consciousness: "Host!"

"It's fine, keep taking them," Mù Yú reminded, "Turn on silent mode."

After all, Father Yan wouldn't be able to stay here for more than thirty seconds.

The hotel's sleep capsule was a custom model, extremely well-protected and powerful. Compared to low-level sleep capsules, it was like a water-cooled high-end desktop computer versus a cheap laptop.

The latter would lag, overheat, struggle to run games, and crash with alarming frequency.

The former had no battery.

With all functions at full power, the power consumption of such a sleep capsule could be described as "terrifying." After an accidental power outage, the hotel's built-in power reserve network would automatically reconnect—but it would only be enough to keep the sleep capsule running for one minute.

This precious minute was used to frantically trigger alarms and pop-up windows, reminding the person inside to prepare for evacuation as soon as possible.

Father Yan was still standing there now, existing in a state that was both twisted and seemingly calm, likely stunned by the sudden alarm blaring in his mind and the exit countdown filling his vision.

Mù Yú raised his hand, covering Yàn Sǔn's eyes.

He was going to teach the little snowball a magic.

……

A magic that, when most afraid, could be realized simply by closing one's eyes and thinking about it continuously.

"Close your eyes," Mù Yú's voice was gentle, "Little hero."

The interview snippet the System found was not complete.

Later, a reporter questioned that, as a teacher, one should promise to enter the virtual space with the students. Sending a minor into a near-death experience alone carried certain risks.

The response to this question was, "If I can't do it, there's no need to make a promise." Doing so would foster a subconscious expectation that at the most desperate and suffocating moments, one would naturally assume the teacher would be there—which would be even more dangerous, potentially leading to drowning in that extreme experience.

After deciding to take Yàn Sǔn with him, Mù Yú performed a personality analysis and life trajectory assessment on himself. Since the S03 World could not be objectively purchased, as a precaution, Mù Yú also acquired a sufficient number of Anywhere Doors that allowed him to enter and exit worlds freely.

Both subjective intent and objective data proved that he could do it.

Therefore, Mù Yú would be Yàn Sǔn's teacher.

Yàn Sǔn clutched the little badge on his chest and, in the warmth of Mù Yú's palm, closed his eyes tightly.

……

Three seconds later, the hand gently moved away.

It wasn't until he heard the familiar, gentle voice again that Yàn Sǔn let out a long sigh and obediently opened his eyes.

Father Yan's figure had disappeared.

Mother Yan had also disappeared.

The assistant coaches who usually followed Father Yan, covering up Yàn Xī's misdeeds, were all gone.

The ice rink was still brightly lit. The huddled young team members looked up, scanning their surroundings like alert meerkats on a prairie.

The little snowball froze.

His eyes widened, and after a while, he looked up and gestured vigorously: "!!!"

Perhaps he had never imagined his dream would come true in this way. The little snowball frantically rubbed his eyes, then jumped down, staring at Mù Yú without blinking.

Mù Yú bent down and taught him to twirl the little flower on the badge—once, twice, thrice.

Mù Yú slowly taught him to recite: "Home."

This time, Yàn Sǔn learned faster than with any other word.

Perhaps it was because he wanted to learn so badly, or perhaps every time he heard the word, Yàn Sǔn had already understood its meaning beforehand.

Because he already knew what it meant, he knew how to say it, but he had never dared to.

"Home..." The little fellow clutched Mù Yú's sleeve, his fingers turning white from the force, "Home." He held onto Mù Yú tightly, then pointed to himself, and finally hugged the System, which was swinging on his woolen hat like a pendulum: "Home."

The System: "!!!"

Mù Yú smiled and patted the little snowball's head: "Yes."

He also squatted down, steadying himself on the ice, and patiently explained the prerequisites for casting the magic: hold the badge, twirl the little flower three times, close your eyes, and think of home in your heart.

As long as one thought of home with special effort, any difficulty, no matter how sad or frightening, would pass.

In the end, someone would come to pick up the little hero and return to their shared home.

Yàn Sǔn stared at Mù Yú, memorizing every detail of the steps. Holding the System, which was warm like a hand warmer, he was placed back on the chair and devoted himself to practicing.

Mù Yú returned to the assistant director.

"Mr... Mr. Yú," the assistant director's face turned pale, stammering, "You—"

He knew that Yú Mù was hiding his strength... but this was too much!

Who was this person who could casually cut off an entire hotel's power and forcibly eject guests they didn't want to see? Why had they come to their show?

...To inspect the Berghead Club's figure skating team and randomly pick up a gifted child?

Even so, there was no need to go to such lengths to experience life and pretend to be a C-level applicant screenwriter to go undercover!

"Your cameraman and an executive director are missing."

Mù Yú reminded him, "Monitor the external channels and start recording all communication numbers that apply for contact from now on."

The assistant director was still desperately trying to recall the attitude he had shown during the interview. Hearing these words, he suddenly snapped to attention, his face changing slightly: "We'll do that right away."

Interfering with the recording of a variety show could be a big or small matter. Father Yan had only intended for this variety show to favor Yàn Xī and guide public opinion to improve Yàn Xī's score. In this world,

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