Chapter 4, Subtle Changes

No, this is not true, this is not true...

"It shouldn't be like this. With such a long wound, even if it heals, there should be a scar left behind. But now, there is nothing, as if I have never been injured at all." Zhou Liming was truly bewildered, holding the mirror in a daze. The events that had occurred to him were beyond anyone's ability to explain clearly.

Zhou Liming stared at his hands in fear, unable to accept that his not-so-strong hands could crush steel.

By the way, Liming, how about I call your homeroom teacher later to request a leave of absence for you? Since you are injured, you shouldn't go to school.

In the night, it was unclear when the cloth covering his head was torn away. Zhou Liming touched the wound on his head, and to his astonishment, the finger-wide injury had completely vanished. This supernatural occurrence left Zhou Liming in a daze as he pressed his hand against the spot, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

It felt as if the body was not responding to commands, and there was only one voice echoing in my mind, thud... thud...

Zhou Liming's anxious demeanor made Dean Zhou laugh, who then said: "There is no need to be afraid; you are already a man. This little injury is nothing; you must learn to be strong"

Dean Zhou nodded and smiled, saying, "It's good that there is nothing wrong. Later, I will ask Master Huang to prepare a soup for you. According to Dr. Li, you lost quite a bit of blood last night." She gently stroked Zhou Liming's head, an action that brought tears to his eyes, almost causing them to fall. He repeatedly felt compelled to tell the esteemed dean that his wound had already healed.

After lunch, Zhou Liming declined the suggestions from several companions to go out and once again returned alone to his own room. He then fell heavily onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, his mind constantly recalling the events of the previous night. However, at that time, his will had long been blurred, making it impossible to remember anything. All that remained was pain, nothing but pain. Yet, at that time, his will had long been blurred, making it impossible to remember anything. All that remained was pain, nothing but pain

The tables and chairs are overturned on the ground, and the items placed on them are scattered all over the floor

Suddenly, Zhou Liming violently tore the book in half and forcefully slammed it against the wall; only in this way did he feel a sense of relief

Zhou Liming, unable to accept all of this, suddenly burst out of the door, fleeing from this unreal reality

Only after the wardrobe used for storing clothes in the room was reduced to dust did Zhou Liming's impatient and heated mind gradually calm down. It was not until he realized that the entire room resembled the aftermath of a major earthquake that Zhou Liming suddenly shivered, staring blankly at everything before him.

Zhou Liming felt no sense of wrongdoing; this feeling of destruction gave him a sense of satisfaction and contentment.

Director Zhou's questioning made Zhou Liming, who was holding his rice bowl, feel uneasy. He had always regarded the respected director as his own grandmother, and his character did not lend itself to lying. However, how could he explain that such a large wound had healed completely overnight? Who would believe it?

A ray of sunlight streamed in on Sunday, falling on Zhou Liming's face

Director Zhou's suggestion made Zhou Liming appear even more uneasy. He shook his head vigorously and said, "Director, I'm fine now, really. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zheng Le. I spent the whole morning with him today. I'm about to enter my third year of high school, and there are many classes I... I don't want to miss..." By the end of his statement, his head had already lowered.

It is precisely because of this concern that when Zhou Liming went out today, he wrapped the scarf back around his head. After all, everyone in the orphanage is aware of his injury, and how could he explain such a mysterious matter if they saw his head without any trace of it?

Is this what I did?

Ah!

Zhou Liming苦笑着拍了拍自己的额头，随后艰难地挣扎着站起身来，开始整理房间。如此凌乱的房间，绝不能让人看到

Zhou Liming only knew that he was tormented into unconsciousness by pain and then awakened again by pain. This repeated itself until his nerves could no longer bear it, and he completely fell into unconsciousness.

Unaware of what was happening, Zhou Liming gripped the iron pipe at the head of the iron bed he had slept on for over ten years. The veins in his arms bulged with effort, and faint, almost invisible scales emerged. A surge of terrifying power compelled Zhou Liming to let out a roar as he forcefully tore the welded iron pipe from the bed, the sharp, piercing sound of metal breaking spurring him into a frenzy. He quickly twisted the entire iron pipe into spirals resembling twisted dough. A surge of terrifying power compelled Zhou Liming to let out a roar as he forcefully tore the welded iron pipe from the bed, the sharp, piercing sound of metal breaking spurring him into a frenzy. He quickly twisted the entire iron pipe into spirals resembling twisted dough.

As the muscles in his face twitched, Zhou Liming suddenly opened his eyes, only to close them again immediately under the piercing sunlight. After opening and closing his eyes several times to adjust to the intensity of the light, he let out a groan, and the hellish night of the previous evening involuntarily flashed through his mind

During lunch, Dean Zhou heard someone mention the incident involving Zhou Liming's injury and took a moment to come over. At the age of sixty, if it were not for her concern for the entire orphanage, she would have retired at home long ago. Having worked at the orphanage since its establishment, she has devoted an immense amount of effort here

Dean Zhou let out a faint sigh in her heart, and did not elaborate further on the matter. Instead, she instructed Zhou Liming to seek out Dr. Li if he felt any discomfort, and then she took her leave. How could she not understand Zhou Liming's thoughts? Having worked in the orphanage for nearly thirty years, there were too many children like him.

Zhou Liming rarely encountered such a situation, so he immediately sat down at the edge of the bed, picked up a book, and tried to calm himself using a method he had often employed in the past. However, after just a few glances, not only did he fail to calm down, but he also became even more agitated, which gave Zhou Liming an impulse to hit someone

Like a madman, Zhou Liming lifted the chair and smashed it hard against the wall. Looking at the shattered pieces of the chair, he was left holding only two legs, and he let out a delighted laugh. Only in this way did he feel a sense of relief in his troubled heart, and his impatience turned into calmness.

The sound of "bang... crash..." echoed, and the entire table became fragmented.

This is a very strange emotion that makes Zhou Liming feel restless and uneasy, pacing back and forth in the room, with a sense of suffocation in his heart, as if there is an illusion of needing to vent intensely.

Then he fixed his gaze on the table, overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge to smash it. Like an irresistibly tempting drug, Zhou Liming hesitated for only half a second before striding to the table, emitting a low growl, grabbing one corner of the table, and forcefully flinging it against the adjacent wall.

Zhou Liming could not believe it, especially when he saw the twisted iron bed. He shook his head vigorously, shouting: "No, no, it can't be, it's impossible, this must be an illusion. How could a person knead steel like dough?" He patted his head, "Is there something wrong with my brain? How could I have such an illusion? How could this happen..."

Now awake, the pain in my head has completely vanished. If it weren't for the fact that my whole body feels as if it has fallen apart, even Zhou Liming would not believe that he endured inhuman torment last night. The room is a mess; the sheets on the bed have been pulled to the floor, torn in several places, likely due to my excessive pain causing me to rip them apart.

What is going on

Zhou Liming found a mirror and looked into it; the wound truly seemed to have disappeared.

However, everything that just happened appeared in Zhou Liming's mind like a movie, proving that the culprit behind it all was none other than himself

"院长，我……"周立明咬着嘴唇，最终还是隐瞒自己伤口已经好的事实，说道："谢谢院长，伤口，伤口已经不痛了，真的，一点儿也不痛了"

After thinking for a while, Zhou Liming felt a bit of warmth throughout his body for some reason, and he became somewhat irritable.

In an instant, the entire bed was reduced to a pile of scrap metal by Zhou Liming, who possessed the strength of a monster

I smash, I smash, I smash... Hahaha...

Throughout the morning, Zhou Liming felt somewhat dazed, unable to recall what had transpired the previous night

Zheng Le nodded vigorously beside him, confirming that Zhou Liming was not wrong.

Li Ming, how do you feel