"Adding what you previously owe… Let me calculate it…" The Scarlet Flames headmaster sank into contemplation.
Seeing hope, Ye Wanwan immediately grinned. "Sir Headmaster, what's there to calculate? At that time, the moment I recover my memory, I swear I'll pay back every point I owe. If I owe a single cent, I'll be struck by lightning!"
"Really?" the headmaster asked uncertainly.
"Really, absolutely! Realer than actual gold!" Ye Wanwan frantically nodded.
In the end, the headmaster sighed with profound exasperation. "Fine, I'll believe you one last time. Lie down in your usual spot."
Ye Wanwan immediately lay down on the armchair.
The headmaster prepared for a while before moving toward Ye Wanwan.
Following the string of hints from the headmaster, Ye Wanwan soon felt her world spiraling and fatigue hitting her. Within moments, she lost consciousness completely.
…
"Grandpa, it's so cold!"
