Journey Through Dimensional Worlds

Chapter 22 Okay, let me play with my loot.

The last class before lunch break is self-study.

He Quan stood by the window of the teachers' room, watching the second-year students walk towards the playground in twos and threes.

Then he looked away, picked up the roster on the table, and turned to a page.

Takarata Ryu, Satsuto Takaomi, and Namba Daishu.

He closed the roster and walked out of the teachers' room.

Several girls carrying textbooks passed by in the corridor. When they saw him, they immediately huddled together and whispered among themselves. One of them blushed and waved, saying, "Hello, Teacher He Quan."

He Quan smiled and nodded, then calmly walked across the corridor and pushed open the door to the training room at the end.

This is a spare classroom filled with old sports equipment, and it is rarely used.

The green gymnastics mats were stacked against the wall, and a thin layer of dust covered the vaulting box and balance beam.

The curtains were half-drawn, and light cut through the gaps, drawing several bright streaks on the floor.

Three people followed him in.

Leading the way was Ritsu Takarada, who was quite sturdy for his age, with his school uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He casually closed the door behind him, leaned against the doorframe, and crossed his arms.

Kazuto Takaomi stood beside him, his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised.

The Namba Grand Show ended last, and they locked the door behind them.

Click.

The sound of the door lock clicking shut was particularly clear in the empty training room.

"Teacher He Quan, what brings you here?"

Ritsu Takarada spoke up, his tone as casual as if he were talking to a peer, completely disrespectful: "We still need to go eat."

"You don't expect us to help you move the equipment, do you?"

Kazuto Takaomi chimed in, "Let's make this clear first, we're not free labor."

Nanba Daishu didn't say anything, leaning against the door, his gaze sweeping over He's entire body.

They've been watching He Quan for several days.

The new PE teacher was gentle with the students, and he didn't mind the girls surrounding him. He wasn't angry even when someone secretly took pictures of him in the hallway.

He's a pushover, an easy target; you can just give him a perfunctory response.

"I invited you here because I wanted to have a chat with you."

He Quan's voice was not loud, and his tone was as gentle as if he were having a heart-to-heart talk with a student: "Get to know each other."

"You know us?" Ritsu Takarada chuckled. "Professor He Quan, you've been at the school for a week now, and you're only just remembering us?"

"that is."

Kazuto Takaomi clicked his tongue. "Is the teacher just bored and looking for us to kill time?"

Naniwa Daishu remained silent, but a hint of impatience played at the corners of his mouth.

He Quan smiled, a very kind smile, just like the smile he usually gave to the girls in the corridor.

In the original story, these three individuals share a common identity: GHQ spies planted at Tennozu High School. Ostensibly students, they are actually peripheral members of GHQ's intelligence department, responsible for monitoring suspicious individuals within the school and reporting back to GHQ regularly.

Ritsu Takarada was the leader of the three, Takaomi Kazuto was in charge of intelligence gathering, and Daisuke Namba was in charge of liaison.

They hid it well; in the eyes of their classmates, they were just three ordinary boys with somewhat arrogant personalities.

In the original story, they did some beastly things, which He Quan disliked very much.

He Quan strode toward Bao Tianlu, his pace slow.

Ritsu Takarada maintained his posture with his arms crossed over his chest and his chin slightly raised.

He Quan punched him in the face, the sound of his nose breaking echoing in the empty training room.

Ritsu Takarada's head snapped back, slamming into the wall. Blood gushed from his nostrils, trickling down his lips to his chin.

He covered his face, his eyes wide open, still not realizing what had happened.

He Quan's second punch landed on his stomach, and Bao Tianlu's body bent at the waist, his mouth wide open, and stomach acid mixed with saliva gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He knelt down on the ground and curled up into a ball.

Kazuto Takaomi finally realized what was happening and threw a punch.

But his punch was too slow, and He Quan's elbow struck his throat.

Kazuto Takaomi's breath was abruptly cut off. He covered his throat with both hands, his mouth opening and closing with a gurgling sound.

He Quan kicked him in the side of the knee, and as the sound of bone cracking rang out, Takashi Kazuto fell to one side, his shoulder hitting the floor.

Nanba Daisuke turned and ran. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, He Quan's hand pressed down on the back of his head from behind.

His face was slammed against the door, the dull thud echoing through the training room.

His nose, cheekbones, and lips were smashed to pieces against the solid wood door.

Fresh blood splattered on the varnish surface.

He Quan released his grip, and Nanba Daisuke's body slid down softly, leaving a long trail of blood on the door panel.

He Quan turned around and saw that Takarada Ritsu was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach with both hands, Kazuto Takaomi was lying on his side, hugging his right knee, and Nanba Daishu was lying by the door, his face covered in blood.

From the moment the attack began until the three men collapsed, only a few seconds passed.

He Quan walked up to Bao Tianlu, raised his foot, and stepped on his head. The sole of his shoe pressed against his temple, forcing his head down to the floor.

"I came here specifically to beat you little brats up."

His voice was soft, his tone gentle, and even carried a hint of a smile.

With a slight press of the foot, the skull emitted a faint creaking sound under the sustained pressure.

"You should feel honored by this."

He was all smiles.

Takaomi Kazuto dragged his broken leg toward the corner, his fingernails digging into the cracks in the floorboards, splitting them and leaving shallow bloodstains on the wooden floor.

"Stop...stop hitting me..." The voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, hoarse and broken: "Please...stop hitting me..."

He Quan pulled his foot away from Bao Tianlu's head, walked to his side, and squatted down. "I'll beat you to death. Then your deaths will be ruled as accidents, old equipment collapsing, improper storage, school negligence. No one will suspect me."

He tilted his head and smiled, "I'm the most popular teacher in the whole school."

Kazuto Takaomi's broken leg was twitching, Namba Daishu was lying by the door with a large dark wet stain on his crotch, and Takarada Ritsu had also urinated, the dark stain on his crotch was rapidly expanding, and Kazuto Takaomi finally couldn't hold back, the warm liquid soaking through his entire trouser leg.

He Quan looked at them, their pleas for mercy rising and falling in a cacophony.

He walked toward Ritsu Takarada and lifted his foot.

A few minutes later.

The training room door opened from the inside.

He Quan came out and closed the door behind him.

His sportswear was clean and tidy, and his steps were relaxed, just as when he walked in.

At the end of the corridor, several girls were passing by, carrying their textbooks.

Upon seeing him, they whispered among themselves, and someone blushed and waved, calling out, "Hello, Teacher He Quan." He Quan smiled and nodded, then walked past them.

......

The lunch break bell has just rung.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, cutting bright stripes of light across the floor.

He Quan's office is at the end of the faculty office corridor; it is a separate room.

Against the wall is a dark-colored desk, on the windowsill is a potted green ivy, and in the corner is a set of dark gray fabric sofas with a glass coffee table in front of them.

Yuzuriha Inori arrived first, and when she opened the door, He Quan was standing by the window watering the potted plants.

She didn't say anything, walked to the sofa and sat down, placing her hands neatly on her knees.

Ayase Shinomiya and Tsugumi came together.

Ayase walked in with steady steps, her calf muscles slightly tense and relaxed under her black over-the-knee socks.

Tsuru followed behind her, his gaze sweeping across the office before he sat down on the sofa, his movements clearly wary.

He Quan took out a food tablecloth, walked to the coffee table, and flicked his wrist. The cloth unfolded and spread out on the glass tabletop.

Every time he announced a dish, another dish would appear on the tablecloth.

The thrush opened its beak slightly, looked at the food that had appeared out of nowhere on the coffee table, then at He Quan, and then at the tablecloth.

"How...how did this happen?"

"magic."

He Quan sat down in the chair opposite the sofa.

The thrush's gaze darted back and forth between He Quan and the tablecloth several times.

Magic? What kind of magic can conjure up a table of food out of thin air?

The aroma is real, the heat is real, and even the subtle sizzling sound of oil droplets on the surface of the fried chicken nuggets is real.

She mentally cursed He Quan from head to toe.

Pervert, scumbag, control freak, and now we have to add one more: liar.

He is clearly a devil who treats them as trophies and tortures them with strange abilities, but he pretends to be a gentle and kind person at school, and is deeply loved by the girls.

Ayase picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of fried chicken, and bit into it.

The outer skin was crispy, and the meat juice gushed out from the crack, making her gasp slightly.

"tasty."

Her eyes crinkled slightly: "The food is much better than what we get at the base."

Tsugumi looked at her and said, "Ayase-nee, you're way too calm, aren't you?"

"Because I'm hungry."

Ayase picked up another piece, her tone lively: "And it's really delicious."

Tsugumi's lips twitched. She glanced at the steaming food on the coffee table, then at Ayase and Yuzuriha Inori, who were already enjoying their meal. Her stomach growled loudly. She bit her lip and struggled for a few seconds, but finally picked up her chopsticks.

Lunch ended quietly.

After finishing the last bite of her strawberry daifuku, Yuzuriha Inori wiped her mouth with a tissue.

He Quan stood up from his chair, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Yuzuriha Inori.

He reached out and ran his fingers through her light pink hair.

Yuzuriha Inori didn't dodge; her deep red eyes stared at the empty bowls and plates on the coffee table.

He Quan's fingertips slid from the top of her head to the ends of her hair, moving very slowly, with strands of light pink hair flowing between his fingers.

"Feed".

A thrush's voice rang out: "Teachers, please don't harass students!"

He Quan turned to look at her, slowly pulled his hand out of Yuzuriha Inori's hair, and a smile slowly curved his lips: "Okay. I'm going to play with my spoils now."

thrush:"......"

He Quan stood up, walked to her, and bent down.

He rested one hand on the back of the sofa, and reached out with the other hand, his fingertips touching her cheek.

Dong's shoulders tensed abruptly. He Quan's fingertips brushed against her cheekbone, his thumb lightly grazing it before slowly sliding down her jawline, past her earlobe, and onto the side of her neck.

Dong's gaze involuntarily fell on He Quan's face. They were too close, close enough for her to see the curve of his eyelashes.

Then she realized a fact she had to admit: He Quan was indeed very handsome.

The contours of his face, the texture of his skin, and the nonchalant smile in his eyes.

She was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen.

He Quan's face was getting closer.

The thrush's mind went blank.

He was about to kiss her, her first kiss, in this place, by this person... She instinctively closed her eyes.

Stop.

Ayase's voice.

He Quan stopped moving.

Dong opened her eyes, and He Quan's face was still less than a palm's distance away from her, with that smile on his lips.

Ayase stood up from the sofa, her deep brown eyes looking at He Quan.

"let me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was steady: "Don't attack Tsugumi."

He Quanzhi stood up and turned to Ayase.

Then his fingers touched her cheek, just as he had done to Tsubame.

Ayase instinctively wanted to back away and push him away, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

She just stood there, watching He Quan's face get closer and closer.

My first kiss is almost gone.

"asshole!!!"

Tsugumi's voice rang out: "Let Ayase-nee rest!!!"

She suddenly jumped up from the sofa, rushed over, grabbed He Quan's wrist, and forcefully pried it outwards.

He Quan's hand remained motionless, but his face no longer moved closer.

He turned his head to look at Tsugumi and said, "Ayase did this to protect you."

Then he released Ayase's cheek.

Tsugumi immediately stepped in front of Ayase, looking up at He Quan with slightly reddened eyes: "Ayase-nee, are you alright?"

Ayase shook her head.

"fine."

His voice was a little strained, but he tried to remain calm.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at He Quan, and said earnestly, "Mr. He Quan, I hope you won't harm Yuzuriha Inori and Tsugumi. I'll do whatever you want."

Tsugumi turned her head sharply: "Ayase-nee! What are you saying?!"

Ayase didn't look at her; her gaze remained fixed on He Quan's face, and she sat very straight.

Yuzuriha Inori stood up from the sofa and walked over to He Quan. She reached out and took He Quan's hand.

Please don't do this anymore.

Her voice was soft; she simply stated calmly, "Don't hurt Ayase and Tsugumi."

Dong took a deep breath and glared at He Quan with the fiercest look she could muster: "If you really dare to do anything to them, I will expose you! I will let the whole school know your true colors! I will ruin your reputation!"

He Quan looked at her.

Then Tsubame felt her school uniform come alive again.

The fabric against her skin warmed up at that moment...

Tsurugi's knees bent slightly, and she bit her lip to keep from squatting down, but the tips of her ears were already so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Ayase's body also froze.

Yuzuriha Inori tightened her grip on He Quan's hand slightly, and the tips of her ears, peeking out from between her light pink hair, were tinged with a thin layer of red.

The sensation lasted for a few seconds, then disappeared.

He Quan withdrew his hand, turned around and walked back to the window, picked up the watering can and continued watering the potted plants: "Lunch break is almost over. Let's go back to class."

Thrush was panting heavily, his cheeks flushed.

Ayase leaned against the sofa armrest, her long, dark brown hair falling down and covering most of her face.

Yuzuri released He Quan's hand, took a half step back, and looked down at her toes.

(End of this chapter)