By the end, Qianhe Kagura herself was somewhat unclear about what exactly she was talking about.
She only vaguely remembered that she seemed to have agreed to let Beichuan Si use those props in the haunted house in order to stabilize his mood.
But—
"What should I do next?"
Qianhe Kagura was a bit dumbfounded.
She was just a teacher, and she didn't know how to deal with this kind of situation.
After all, she had no evidence to prove there was something wrong with Beichuan Si.
If she called the police, she might even be accused of making a false report and obstructing their normal operations.
"Maybe I should just observe Beichuan's actions for the time being, if it really is what I think it is..." Qianhe Kagura swallowed hard.
She just felt her throat was dry, and she dared not continue imagining what might happen next.
After all, I'm just a teacher. Why should I have to rack my brains over this?
Thinking so, Qianhe Kagura took a big gulp of water from her thermos.
