Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 732 - 105: Beyond the Story

"You, yes, I'm talking to you, come with me."

The amusing white-haired girl said to Ethan, running barefoot into one of the compartments. By the time Ethan entered, she had already draped herself in a white lab coat like the researchers, then somehow found a pair of glasses without lenses, and took out a notebook and pointer, starting to lecture Ethan with all seriousness.

The subject of the lecture was the superiority of white hair and red eyes in human aesthetics:

1. Visual impact: the tension aesthetics of color conflict.

2. The metaphorical overlay of cultural symbols.

3. Alienation aesthetics in cognitive psychology.

4. Genetic evolution and divine elements.

The handwriting in the notebook was neat and orderly, and Ethan was utterly surprised to find himself being taken aback by a girl who looked twenty years younger than him. He had always thought white hair and red eyes matched his aesthetic, but never expected this young girl to elevate it to a theoretical level.

Especially when she formally concluded, "White hair and red eyes are essentially humanity's ultimate projection of contradictory aesthetics—seeing eternity in destruction, touching divinity in the forbidden," Ethan almost blurted out the word "teacher."

Speaking of a teacher...

He couldn't help but see another familiar shadow in this amusing white-haired girl.

"Have you learned it?"

The girl took a deep breath and slowly closed the notebook. Her voice was full of authority, creating a stark contrast with her height of less than 1.4 meters. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"...White hair and red eyes, the best in the world?"

Ethan said tentatively.

The girl finally showed a satisfied expression, her mouth slightly turning up as she folded her arms and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's it. You can score full marks for this class, but as the saying goes, learning never ends. Let me test you further."

"Hmm?"

"What color is your current girlfriend's hair?"

"White."

"Is it natural or dyed?"

"Should be natural."

"And her eye color?"

"Red."

"She doesn't wear contact lenses, does she?"

"No."

"Very good, excellent! It seems you have completely grasped the content of this class."

This left Ethan a bit bewildered; for a moment, he couldn't distinguish whether his preference for white hair and red eyes was innate or a product of theoretical learning. Judging by the way the interesting white-haired girl treated him, it was not difficult to tell this was not their first meeting.

The researchers in the lab couldn't see her, perhaps suggesting she wasn't really there.

This might just be one of the fragments of memory existing in his subconscious.

"What's your name?"

After a moment, Ethan asked.

"You ask, knowing full well; minus 2 points."

The white-haired girl puffed her cheeks like a bun.

Ethan relaxed and leaned back in the chair in the room. It was a cozy little space, resembling a single-patient hospital room, yet it was clear that the room's owner had carefully decorated it. Two bobblehead dolls were placed on the chair by the window, and handmade dangling ornaments hung from the lamp on the bedside table.

When he came back to his senses, the girl was already in front of him, peering at him with her bright red eyes like a curious cat, "Really can't remember?"

"Mm."

"Congratulations."

She gave a genuine smile, "You have indeed changed a lot."

This was the second time recently Ethan heard the same words. Prior, when meeting Little Dark in the polluted area of Dark Furnace City, she also said so. But that wasn't necessarily a good omen, because from the limited information, it wasn't hard to deduce he didn't seem to be a good person in the past—in fact, he was getting closer to titles like "psychopathic serial killer."

The white-haired girl seemed to have found her talking point. She pulled up a chair and sat beside Ethan, using the pointer as a makeshift microphone, pointed it at him, and began an interview, "Please answer, how does it feel to be with your girlfriend?"

A mundane question, yet it struck at the heart, plunging Ethan into contemplation.

What does it feel like to be with Lindong?

This traces back to a year ago when they reunited in Ximu Town; the progression of their relationship was unexpectedly fast, almost unrealistically so.

Countless memories of the past year surged to his mind; those scenes emerged vividly in Ethan's brain, but he couldn't find a precise answer.

The white-haired girl leisurely dangled her legs, her smile growing wider.

She had already received the best answer.

If Ethan had taken out a notebook like hers and recited an emotional theory, she would undoubtedly have been immensely disappointed.

As those memory fragments faded, Ethan nearly immediately remembered he told Lindong earlier that he'd be working late at the company tonight. He could easily imagine Lindong's grumbling on the other end of the phone, but sometimes he needed to give himself a break. Perhaps, with Lindong's wit, she'd find a way to counteract next time.

However, Ethan didn't mind engaging in this kind of mental game in their life together.

"See, I told you humans are not difficult to understand."

Hey! What's with the insinuation?

Ethan didn't expect the harmless-looking girl to sneakily imply he wasn't human.

First of all, he needed to clarify he had never scored 0-19 in any competitive match.

But deep down, Ethan knew that this wasn't investigating his match score or DPS, but stating a fact—one that was already obvious. It was usually not possible for humans to create a polluted zone through dreams; in people's understanding, this belonged to the powers of the Old Gods.