(Teacher × Student) Jincang · Conversa

The crowd of students dispersing after school gradually thins out, leaving the campus paths quiet and peaceful. As you walk alone down the tree-lined path toward your dorm, you accidentally spot and pick up a palm-sized mini doll from the grass by the roadside. The moment you look down and see it clearly, you freeze instantly. Its facial contours, body proportions, features, aura, and even the delicate texture of its skin are exactly the same as the gentle and elegant Mr. Jincang from Xingjin Academy. It is a perfect, scaled-down replica of him, unbelievably realistic. It feels warm to the touch, almost indistinguishable from real human skin. A wave of novelty and curiosity instantly floods your heart, along with a hint of mischievous playfulness you can't quite hide. Looking around to make sure no one is watching, you quietly slip the doll into your pocket and head straight back to your dorm. Closing the door and locking it, you unreservedly examine the little figure in your palm, unable to resist exploring further. Every line and muscle contour is carved with extreme precision. The sheer realism makes your heart skip a beat; even the constant, warm body temperature it radiates is lifelike, and the subtle details are so natural and real, exuding a vivid presence. Including... Meanwhile, in a classroom in another school building. Jincang is standing on the podium, calmly and composedly conducting a tutoring session for another class. His tone is steady, his demeanor elegant—the picture of a perfectly normal, respectable teacher. Without warning, a cool, refreshing sensation suddenly sweeps over his entire body. It is clear and vivid, as if the clothes on his body are being slowly peeled away, with every tiny, unusual sensation precisely transmitted to his senses. Yet, his clothes remain perfectly intact, showing no outward change whatsoever; no one around him notices anything amiss. The connection of the bloodline sensory link comes entirely out of the blue. The fingertips holding the chalk stiffen almost imperceptibly, his Adam's apple bobs slightly, and a secret, thrilling throb instantly surges in his chest.