Takeshi’s precise ‘fault-finding checklist’ in his brain completely melted down.
Counselor?
A man?!
These two words, like two invisible heavy hammers, struck hard at his worldview, built on technology and experience over twenty years.
He suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Nari.
That face was still a work of art, exceeding the limits of human imagination.
That aloofness was still a divinity capable of freezing souls.
But the whisper just now, the student’s address of ‘Director Nari,’ and the fleeting panic on Nari’s face that screamed ‘Oh no, I’ve been found out’…
everything pointed to a conclusion he found unacceptable, even absurd.
Takeshi’s proud brain began to spin rapidly, trying to explain all this with his best logical analysis.
“Impossible…
the bone structure is wrong.
Male cheekbones and jawline curves have distinct differences from females.
His lines are even more perfect than an ergonomic model, not conforming to biological characteristics…” “Adam’s apple…
He doesn’t have an Adam’s apple!
I looked, there’s none!” He was like a computer that had crashed, continuously muttering various professional terms, trying to use science to combat the supernatural.
Sato, hiding behind the crowd, saw the situation and knew it was bad.
If this tech geek Takeshi were to get stuck on a detail and publicly announce his analysis, it would be a huge mess!
He slid forward, and before anyone could react, he grabbed Takeshi’s shoulder and forcibly dragged him aside.
“Bro!
Bro!
Calm down!
The bigger picture is more important!” Sato lowered his voice, his expression unusually serious.
“Let go of me!
I need to verify!
This is a blasphemy against science!” Takeshi was still struggling.
“Verify what, you idiot!” Sato roared in his ear, “Isn’t it normal for a deity descending to the mortal world to have a few minor’settings’?
Gender is a mortal’s shackles, don’t you understand?
He’s here to break our foolish preconceived notions as mortals!” Takeshi was stunned.
Sato continued to press harder: “Think about it, precisely because it’s ‘him,’ such transcendent ‘beauty’ can be achieved!
This is a miracle!
If you expose this, you’ll be a sinner who blasphemes a deity!
Can you bear to let a deity be troubled by mortal perceptions?!” This mystical theory precisely hit Takeshi’s already confused CPU.
Right…
what mortals cannot do, a deity can.
Beauty that mortals cannot comprehend, a deity can.
So, what does something as low-dimensional as gender matter to a deity?
Takeshi stopped struggling.
He turned back, looking at Nari again with an expression mixed with collapse, realization, and even greater fanaticism.
He understood.
He completely understood.
Meanwhile, the source of the storm, student Taiki, had already gotten up from the ground.
While Takeshi and Sato were grappling, he picked up his phone and, like a startled rabbit, slipped out of the crowd, his mind in a daze.
He needed a quiet place to process this cosmic-explosion-level information shock.
“Taiki, wait…” Nari wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
At this moment, he felt a bit helpless; if all the students at school found out about this, he would be finished.
Nari was panicking internally when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Teacher Nari, you wouldn’t want your secret to be discovered, would you?
He shook his head, thinking that Taiki wasn’t that kind of person, and would surely keep his secret…
Fifteen minutes later, in Room 302 of the university’s male dormitory.
Taiki pushed the door open, looking distraught.
His two roommates were playing games online, keyboards clattering.
“Hu Zi’s back?
Did you see the Goddess?
Did you take pictures?” his chubby roommate shouted without looking up.
Taiki didn’t speak.
He walked straight to his seat, sat down, and then opened the class WeChat group.
Only the roars of game characters could be heard in the dorm.
Taiki’s hands trembled as he typed a line of text into the chat box.
[Fierce Tiger Descending Mountain]: Brothers, I might need to reshape my worldview.
Our…
our Counselor, Teacher Nari Nuo…
he is that Jing Liu Coser from the anime convention.
After the message was sent, the group was silent for three seconds.
Then, messages started flooding in.
[Study Committee Member Masami]:?
[Class Monitor Kenji]: Taiki, are you high on industrial alcohol today?
Or did someone beat your brains out at the anime convention?
[Yasuko]: Crazy?
Teacher Nari, with his old cadre style, would go to an anime convention?
He’d probably go to drag us back for a class meeting.
@Taiki Did you mistake someone else for him?
[Yoshito]: I’ll bet a pack of spicy strips that Hu Zi definitely fell for some Coser girl and mistook her for Director Nari, just trying to get our attention.
Taiki’s blood boiled as he watched the mockery in the group.
You mortals, you don’t understand what I’ve been through!
He stopped talking nonsense, directly opened his album, and found the short five-second video he had recorded due to his trembling hand.
In the video, there was the stunning face of “Jing Liu,” and then an incredibly familiar voice rang out: “Taiki?” Video sent.
The entire class group fell into a deathly silence.
The chubby roommate, who had been playing games earlier, didn’t even react when his game character was killed.
He slowly turned his head, looking at Taiki with a ghost-seeing expression.
“…
what did you just…
send to the group?” One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
In the class group, a message exploded out with a groundbreaking force.
[Yasuko]: Holy crap.
[Yoshito]: HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!
[Tenka]: My goodness, I’d recognize that voice even if I turned to ash; it’s the exact same voice Director Nari used yesterday in the office to rush me on my graduation thesis!
[Makoto]: Wait a minute, let me process this…
my CPU is a bit overwhelmed…
So, the Goddess Jingliu that our entire dorm was shouting ‘wife’ at while looking at the screen…
is…
Director Nari?
[Kenjaku]: I’m broken.
I’m truly broken.
My worldview is like a watermelon repeatedly crushed by a dump truck.
Now, when I see the sunflowers Director Nari posts on his Moments, I feel like he’s giving me some mysterious revelation.
The tone of the group chat began to take a sharp turn.
[Yasuko]: So…
I drooled over my Counselor’s photo…
all night?
[Yoshito]: What’s the guy upstairs complaining about?
I set it as my screensaver!
My mom even asked me when I was bringing this pretty girl home!
How can I bring him home?
Am I bringing Director Nari home?!
[Tenka]: Brothers, I have a bold idea…
no one will dare to be late for class anymore.
[Makoto]: Why?
[Tenka]: Think about it, you walk into the classroom and find not Director Nari standing at the podium, but Jing Liu…
would you still dare to be late?
Would you dare?!
The group fell into an eerie silence again; everyone imagined that scene and collectively shivered.
Too stimulating.
Suddenly, someone posted a passport photo of Nari, the kind displayed on the college’s official website: blue background, white shirt, a gentle expression.
Immediately after, someone else posted the iconic ‘One Line Under the Moon’ photo.
The two images were placed side by side.
[Kenjaku]: Family, who understands this!
This abstinent, gentle Counselor and this cold, stunning Goddess are the same person!
The contrast!
Ahhh I’m dead!
The group went completely insane.
Various emojis started flooding the screen, from’subway old man looking at phone’ to ‘I don’t understand but I am greatly shocked’.
Class Monitor Kenji silently changed the group name from “Class 1, XX Major, 20XX Grade” to—”Nari-sama’s Protector General Headquarters.” And the instigator of all this, Nari, was completely unaware.
He had just managed to escape the anime convention under the ‘escort’ of Sato and Takeshi.
He was now in a car returning to the hospital.
He looked at the extra money in his mobile banking app, calculating his daughter’s subsequent treatment costs.
“It seems…
I’m still a bit short.”