The information provided to him by Lawson Wright revolved around renowned cases associated with the "extraordinary." Although it appeared intricate, he suspected a blend of truth and falsehood, lacking comprehensive details.Seemingly remarkable occurrences could merely be coincidences or accidents, while seemingly ordinary events might conceal genuine enigmas.Having spent over a week with Gale Watts, Zachary was unaware of the complete extent of the mission's objective due to the target's ongoing recovery. His primary focus involved observing the attitudes of his teachers and classmates, much like Isla Brock's closest friend. They didn't perceive anything amiss, but often sighed upon witnessing Georgia Brock lose her temper and scold her son.Regarding his desk mate, nothing out of the ordinary occurred after the initial day.Next were instances of items being relocated or lost. Class Nine struggled to catch any fish, prompting an expansion of his investigation throughout the entire
Quilly Ara wasn't donned in a typical women's attire. A long, beige overcoat swirled around her legs as she clasped a cup of coffee. From a few yards away, Zachary could discern the familiar bitter aroma. She stood under the diffused glow of a streetlight, with a few strands of messy hair falling onto her shoulder. Her once sharp edges seemed softer, giving Zachary an illusion of gentleness. Zachary guessed it was an iced Americano she was holding. He casually glanced back. The park was unobstructed by shadows, and meticulously aligned windows seemed to ridicule Gale Watts' concealed secrets, all dispersed by the overpowering scent of bitter coffee. "Just strolling around," Zachary stood up and greeted in a familiar manner, "How about you?" Quilly Ara was always a woman of few words, "Just strolling around." Her usual aloof tone eased Zachary's fleeting confusion. Zachary gave her a sidelong glance, "Quite a coincidence to bump into each other at this hour. Seems like there's some
During his high school years, Zachary didn't stand out in any particular subjects nor did he specialize in any specific field. However, his performance across all subjects remained consistently above average, resulting in commendable overall grades. He didn't display much enthusiasm for these subjects, with the exception of chemistry to some extent. It wasn't a deep passion for chemistry, to be exact. Rather, it was during chemistry class when the teacher conducted experiments that his interest sparked.Chemistry experiments fascinated him with their captivating and visually stunning transformations. They didn't require much effort to appreciate; anyone with eyes could capture the vibrant and colorful displays. The allure of chemistry surpassed the dry words and equations found in other subjects. Oh, if only all students felt the same way.Zachary had been eagerly anticipating a chemistry experiment for quite some time. Unfortunately, due to the fast-paced curriculum, it was regrettab
Khalil, despite defeating numerous evil spirits, always presented himself as a "police officer" rather than a "Taoist" or a "sorcerer" when interacting with people. It was his duty.Zachary, however, possessed a natural inclination for the "extraordinary." Even though he hadn't fully grasped the concept of causality, fate seemed to dance through his tender heart, leaving remarkable impressions like shooting stars streaking across the sky.In his youth, Zachary entertained a multitude of fantasies. He once declared, "I came to the human world for adventure." This audacious statement claimed the spotlight during the Spring Festival team's reunion dinner, earning him a special award that proudly adorned the wall of the Special Investigation Team.During that time, whenever someone laid eyes on him, the inevitable question followed, "Did you embark on an adventure today?"Regrettably, Zachary's playful father relished in his child's words, attributing profoun
Dulce Hooper immersed himself in painting, dividing the paper diagonally with a stark contrast of colors. One side depicted a boundless sky, drenched in vivid hues of blue, with lush green grass swaying gently in the breeze, evoking a sense of refreshing tranquility. The other half remained untouched, an empty canvas.As he contemplated, Zachary stroked his chin. "I had thought you excelled more in portraiture."Curious, Dulce Hooper inquired, "What made you think so?"Zachary surveyed the art adorning the room's walls. "These are predominantly portraits, and some bear a striking resemblance in style. I didn't anticipate your skill in capturing landscapes as well. Your artistic talent truly knows no bounds. It's truly impressive."Dulce Hooper dismissed the praise modestly, shutting the door and returning to his easel. A mischievous smile graced his lips as he asked, "So, what do you think, Mr. Prospective Heartthrob?"Chuckling at the playful bant
He used to taunt Wright for pursuing Patrick, but now the seasoned veteran had transformed into a bewildered old man, utterly inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart. Love truly remained a mysterious force.The more he contemplated, the more resolute he became. He refused to become the very coward he despised the most.With determination etched on his face, he held his breath and, as Quilly tapped his shoulder to indicate their departure, he firmly clasped her wrist, averting his gaze from her mildly surprised expression. He spoke the harshest words he had ever uttered in his entire life."Assist me for a moment. I'm feeling a tinge of heartbreak."Quilly struggled to grasp the convoluted and contrived plot of the film. She had presumed Zachary would share her sentiments, but now she harbored doubts.Hesitatingly, she inquired, "Is it due to the storyline?"Zachary shook his head sorrowfully and confessed, "No, it's because I wast
Zachary meets Quilly's cold gaze: "..."His head full of purpose and intrigue, "snapped," and he stood up slowly, peeking over Dulce Hooper's book.Not much care for him... just that Quilly would not allow a scheming, fake student in his class that he did not yet know about.He looked a few more complicated, what a big heart.He asked kindly, "I heard from Zander that you've been recuperating at home for a while, are you feeling better?"The class does not hold a position, and Quilly does not have much contact, and he has not seen him go to the problem between classes, only to the extent of meeting and greeting."And it can be called a seat change, just separating you from Dulce Hooper, right, you bullying people?""Heaven forbid, I'm on good terms with my little tablemate." Zachary winked at Dulce Hooper and casually ruffled his hair, "It's just that someone was afraid I'd charm you beyond belief, and beauty is a sin."So Zach
A student had the audacity to pick up for Zachary: "Then you'd better have some, teacher."He initially thought that the "transfer student" was originally seated here.He picked and chose, only unwrapped a piece of mung bean cake, and handed the representative a bottle of milk.He argued, "You are so busy, how can I take up your precious time with my stupid brain?""It's nothing, just some superficial injuries, my dad is the one making a big deal out of it." Isla Brock didn't really want to talk about it and scattered the snacks he scavenged from the commissary on Zachary's table, instantly flooding Zachary's already empty desk, "Zander and I bought these, a little thank you gift, you're welcome."Quilly happened to come in through the back door with his books, and Zachary took a turn in his words, "-Yeah, I love learning; learning loves me."Dulce Hooper blocked the table next to him with a complicated look, "Zachary... you changed seats."<