"I've already won, teacher. You lost when you couldn't know what's inside my mind."

My heart suddenly ached.

"I thought you were just a scaredy-cat; I guess I have to correct that," Alice said, smiling with delight at my words.

Please, stop this.

"So, what's the deal then?"

Please...

"You..."

My stomach churned. Was this the side effect of someone who's always honest suddenly forcing themselves to lie perfectly? I might not be able to control my body's fear reaction, but I'd better use it to make her think I've been deceiving her all along with this reaction. But... I was almost manipulating her; why now?

Without any preparation, I could only vomit what was in my stomach.

Once again, Alice was surprised. But she smiled. She walked over to me and tried to help me stand up.

She whispered to me, "If not for your body's reaction, you almost had me believing you're brilliant because you almost fooled everyone. At least your effort to use your body's reaction is good."

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This was what I didn't want. She's sharp, just like me.

She handed me over to Ruri for care. Ruri wanted to take me to the fifth floor, where the school nurse's office was for Class S.

Alice just waved to me with a small smile. It felt like the longest 40 minutes ever.

Ruri looked at me several times in the elevator. I tried to ask.

"If there's something you want to ask..."

She was startled.

"Ah! I just wanted to know what happened, but you're going to the nurse's office, so let me check you there."

She had a point, and besides... the risk of patients forgetting statements and misperceptions would disrupt the results of the physical examination. That was something my father, a doctor, always did. He wouldn't immediately examine his patients; instead, he would ease the atmosphere by making a cup of coffee or tea for his patients. Valid information always came from the mouth of someone at ease. But the result was that many patients complained to my father about the slow service.

The elevator door opened, and Ruri walked ahead.

"Come on."

I could only smile as I saw her implementing the school's standard operating system. It didn't mean I knew the ins and outs of the system, but she was like an employee who often opened the door for her boss, polite and gentle in etiquette.

At the school nurse's office, she checked my stomach using a stethoscope.

"So, to summarize, you vomited due to psychological pressure?" She asked while looking at a board with some papers on it. I couldn't see what she wrote clearly, but what I knew was that the papers had nothing on them except for the mutation within me a few days ago.

I nodded. She sighed and said, "You don't need medication for this; just rest, and you will... Maybe you can relax again or practice something that makes you feel stressed to get used to it."

I was a bit surprised. Not many doctors out there recommend their patients to get used to their illness. It was a dumb suggestion, but it was perfect for Class S members who could control themselves individually... maybe except Tiara.