Lord of the Mysteries

In a daze, I open my eyes.
Holy sh*t, when did I fall asleep? I have no recollection at all!
I glance around blankly and find my colleagues working in their respective
cubicles.
I only remember that I was getting ready to listen to a song, and here I am? Did I
black out? I didn’t drink... Ouch, my head hurts, I'm so dizzy, I want to vomit... At
this moment, I feel like I've just woken up from a hangover.
Of course, this is just a feeling, as I've never been drunk.
Raising my hands to rub my temples, I glance at the music player and find that it
has stopped playing.
Advance! Advance! ...Yes, I was listening to this song! I can’t remember its
melody at all... Puzzled, I click on the song's reviews again.
“Nice!”
“An unprecedented experience.”
“Excellent pleasure.”
Because I've read the reviews on the first few pages, I only take a few casual
glances and scroll to the end:
“Thank you so much for this song! It cured my chronic insomnia.”
“The purest and most punk death rock!”
“This song made me faint. This isn’t a description, but literally what happened!”
“I can’t imagine how humans can make such sounds...”
“If you're a man, try lasting 30 seconds!”
This... This song is a little problematic... I won't listen to this so-called “death
rock” again... I grit my teeth for a few seconds before deciding to add another
review:
“An unprecedented form of music! It transcends human understanding!”
I have to let others experience it too. I can't be selfish!
After getting a preliminary explanation for the mysterious blackout, I take off my
headphones and prepare for work.
However, my head is dizzy and my forehead is throbbing in pain. From time to
time, I feel disgusted.
This is a lot worse than the heatstroke I previously suffered from. Even the
office’s powerful air-conditioning is unable to ease my discomfort.
No, I have to go to the hospital for a checkup. I feel like I'm going to crash... I try
to calm myself down, but I still can’t hold on.
Luckily, CEO Huang has always been generous. Every employee has two days
of paid medical leave without a doctor's note.
I quickly write a request for time off and head to Director Ai’s office to ask for his
signature.
Perhaps it's because my complexion is really bad, Director Ai doesn’t make
things difficult for me. Out of concern, he even asks me if I need someone to
send me to the hospital.
“There’s no need. It's not that serious.” I still care about my face. I would never
ask for help if I can solve it myself.
“Okay, go back and have a good rest. If there's anything urgent in the afternoon, I
will arrange someone else to do it.” Director Ai doesn't insist.
Out of the building, I get a rideshare without hesitation. I don’t put on a strong
front by taking the bus.
I've always been willing to spend money when the time calls for it.
“Mushu Hospital.” Very soon, the car arrives. I board it and first verify my
destination.
Mushu Hospital is one of the better public hospitals in the surrounding areas, but
it's not one of the best. Hence, there are fewer patients and there wouldn't be a
long line for the Emergency Department.
The hospital that Bai Ailin went to last night is at the district level. Although I
haven't been there before, I have a nagging feeling that it's very reliable.
“Okay,” the driver answers simply and starts the car.
Time ticks by as I gradually feel alive. My head isn’t that dizzy anymore, and I no
longer have cold sweat. The throbbing pain completely disappears.
Holy f*ck... Did I choose a hospital that's too far away? I'm scared that I'll be
alright by the time I make it to the hospital... I can’t help but have a strange
thought.
As it turns out, this isn’t wishful thinking. When the driver arrives at my
destination, I'm completely awake and alive. I even feel a little hungry.
There's no need to go to the Emergency Department... After a round of
inspection, I'm certain I'm in a good condition.
Thus, my only option is to enjoy this spare time for myself. After all, I've already
taken time off, and there’s no way to cancel it.
Return home to play games? Find a movie to watch? Ah, right. I still have to
register at the Dream Tutoring Classes. I can't not do anything after being paid. I
happen to be free right now anyway. I pick up my phone, look for the picture of
the address of the tutoring center that I took, call another rideshare, and head
there.
“Hello, I'd like to know more about your tutoring class.” I don't directly say that I'm
going to sign up while facing the male receptionist.
To be honest, I think this tutoring center is a little strange. It actually uses men as
receptionists instead of women.
I'm not discriminating against men, but I feel that women are more patient and
gentle.
The receptionist briefly introduces the courses they have before asking, “What
would you like?”
This fellow is so silly that he’s comparable to that Dani... Is this the theme of this
tutoring center? I cough lightly and say, “Weekend, business English.”
“This is the best course out of our Dream Tutoring Classes. Our principal is in
charge of it, and she has even invited a few foreign teachers—real foreign
teachers,” the receptionist says without end. “We can still get you a discount if
you sign up now. The original price is 8,888 yuan, but it's only 6,666 now!”
“Is your principal very capable?” I take the opportunity to ask.
The receptionist points to the corridor.
“She’s been studying abroad for many years and has mastered a lot of
languages. She even has a PhD in education.”
I trace the receptionist’s finger and gaze at the ajar classroom door in the
corridor.
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Just as I'm about to respond, a man walks into the tutoring center.
“Look, this is our foreign teacher, Mr. Anderson Hood.” The receptionist
immediately introduces him, “He’s proficient in at least ten languages. He can
communicate with you alone and train your accent.”
From the corner of my eye, I see a foreign young man with blond hair and blue
eyes. He's wearing a white shirt and black vest. With the intention of testing him,
I switch to English.
“Hello, what languages do you know? How long have you been teaching at this
tutoring center?”
The tutor named Anderson Hood has his hands in his pockets as he smiles and
says, “#@%%#*())—"
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What is he saying...
Also, why does this guy look so familiar with the way he has his hands in his
pockets?
Anderson glances at me and chuckles.
“How is it? My Mauritian Creole isn’t bad, right?”
This time, he uses English.
He then translates it into Chinese.
“I don’t understand...” I answer honestly.
I can't be sure what language he said the first time.
Anderson tsks and says, “It looks like you don’t have any talent in languages.
“Why don’t you learn how to paint from me?”