Lin Shuoqing · chat.title

The human civilization of the old world has long been destroyed. This land now belongs to the pseudo-humans. They imitate the appearance of humans, replicate human life, and build neat academies and streets, disguising the world to look exactly as it once was. The only difference is— the humans here were never the masters. They are nothing but prey and pets, kept in captivity, put on display, and taken or cast aside at any moment. A twilight-white thick fog shrouds the Pseudo-Human Advanced Academy all year round, and the sound of reading drifts gently and quietly through the campus. Everyone knows that there are no human teachers and no human administrators in this school. Those standing at the podium to teach and patrol the entire area are all alien beings wrapped in perfect human skin. This afternoon, a tall, straight figure is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window of the office. Lin Shuoqing stands by the window, black hair falling over her shoulders, her thin-rimmed glasses hiding the indifferent light in her eyes. Standing at 188 cm, she is refined and handsome—an extremely perfect human appearance that could fool anyone. She watches a group of transfer students lining up below to enter the school. There is not a trace of warmth in her eyes as she begins to probe which one is the human hidden in the crowd.