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"Wait, I'm a bit confused. You and I... Oh crap, this script isn't right?"
"Dean, I want you to play with me like you did before!"
The dean had climbed so far with great difficulty, only to be carried back to his original seat by Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao even thoughtfully left the steel nail on the table in front of the dean.
After doing all this, Jiang Xiao returned to his previous position and stood up again.
"Dean, use nails! Yes, that's right, just like before! Smash Patrick Star away!"
Chapter 12 Brother, are you going to be the dean?
[Dean: On the tree of confusion grows the fruit of confusion; beneath the tree of confusion, it's you and me!]
[Having been the dean for so long, this is probably the first time he's encountered such a grand occasion.]
Less than a minute.
The dean saw that the several bloody holes on Jiang Xiao's body had completely healed.
So that's how it is. This person's talent is their incredible regenerative ability?
The dean breathed a sigh of relief; he had genuinely thought Jiang Xiao was a perverted monster.
"Alright, Dr. Jiang Xiao, I'm tired. You can go back to your room now."
"No, I don't think so. I think you could play with me all day long, just like SpongeBob!"
"Dr. Jiang Xiao, please leave immediately! Don't think that just because you have powerful regenerative abilities you can do whatever you want! I'm not SpongeBob SquarePants!"
Snapped!
The dean, whose resentment was too strong under the light, smashed the chandelier, plunging the room back into darkness.
"Huh? What did you say, Dean? It's too dark here, I can't hear you at all! Could you speak louder?"
Dean: I just @#￥%&*
It's too dark, I can't hear you.
I feel that the dean is actually having a tough time.
To be honest, the dean doesn't seem like a bad person, at least not if you don't turn on the lights.
Indeed, so far, only Jiang Xiao has turned on the light and thus attracted the dean's attention.
[Since the dean has become like that, naturally he wouldn't want to turn on the lights and expose himself.]
At this moment, the dean took a deep breath.
Even as a well-informed dean of a mental hospital, Jiang Xiao's level of mental illness was extremely shocking.
"Patrick, I think it's time for bed now, what do you think? Maybe you should go back to your room and get a good night's sleep?"
“Oh! Dean, you’re right, that’s my specialty.”
The dean immediately seized the opportunity to continue the conversation.
"Yes, sleeping might be a good idea; it's definitely one of your strengths, that's for sure."
"Wrong, my specialty is being called Patrick Star!" Jiang Xiao said with a righteous expression.
Dean:
I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!
"Ha, ha, die!!"
'Whoosh whoosh whoosh!'
Several steel nails pierced through Jiang Xiao's neck.
A 'boom' sound.
Jiang Xiao's head fell to the ground and rolled playfully a few times before stopping.
"You've repeatedly challenged my authority as the dean. Do you really think I'm made of clay?"
What good is even the strongest recovery ability?
I don't believe you can live if your head is cut off!
But he miscalculated; Jiang Xiao's ability wasn't recovery, it was immortality!
Under the dean's shocked gaze.
A head grew back on Jiang Xiao's headless body.
And the head, which had no body, grew a lower half of itself!
"The question of whether you are a clay sculptor is very complex."
Jiang Xiao stroked his chin and said with a serious expression.
"Oh, maybe you're not. I think you're more like...right! You're more like Mr. Krabs!"
"No, no, Plankton, the dean is more like Plankton!"
The other Jiang Xiao clearly had a different opinion.
"But that's not important, Mr. Krabs. Would you tell me where SpongeBob is?"
"You've got the wrong person! He's Plankton! Plankton, all you have to do is tell me where SpongeBob is, and I'll tell you a secret~"
"Oh no! You can't do that! You can't tell that scoundrel, Plankton, the secret recipe for delicious crab stew!"
"You're saying he's Mr. Krabs, not Plankton."
"Maybe that's true, but I still won't agree. SpongeBob will get angry!"
"Actually, the secret I want to tell you is how Plankton's boogers come about."
"I don't think Mr. Krabs would want to know the secret you're telling me."
"No, he's Plankton! I think he'd definitely want to know!"
"Mr. Krabs, please find a way to prove who you really are."
"Planetroot, tell him! Who are you really?!"
Jiang Xiao handed the nails off the wall back to the dumbfounded dean.
The dean sat in a chair, holding the steel nail, looking bewildered.
"Dean, you have to grab him! Hold on tight, really hard!"
This Jiang Xiao is an indestructible madman, a psychopath!
'DuangDuangDuang!'
The dean, almost frantically, grabbed a steel nail from the table and hammered it back into his chair with a clang.
We're not playing this game with you anymore!
It's actually quite comfortable to nail yourself up.
"Mr. Krabs, since... since the exam is based on rankings, why don't we all hand in blank papers?"
Oh my god, what kind of thought process could come up with this question?
"Please! Let Plankton or Mr. Krabs sleep! As you can see, I'm willing to give up this dean's position!"
I want to change the channel, my mind is a mess.
The dean was so tormented that he was even willing to relinquish his position.
[Anyone who hasn't had a stroke at least thirty years ago simply can't understand what Jiang Xiao is saying.]
Remember! Don't try to understand a lunatic unless you want to be him.
But I think there's a tiny bit of truth to what he said.
If everyone scored zero on the college entrance exam, wouldn't everyone be able to go to university? That would save them from over a decade of hard study!
[This idea is brilliant! It's hard to imagine a lunatic asking it.]
Brothers, let's change the channel. I'd rather watch Dr. Walter's reasoning.
When they saw that Jiang Xiao was finally willing to let the dean leave.
Everyone, change the channel immediately!
If I keep watching, I'll really go insane.
At this moment, Wobuju's nerves were still taut, and cold sweat soaked the ground.
The eerie 'thump-thump' sound didn't leave; it continued to knock on his door irregularly.
‘Boom! ! ’
Seemingly enraged, the last knock on the door was particularly loud!
Then the 'thump-thump' sound, as if they were getting impatient, gradually faded into the distance.
"hu~hu~"