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Nezha hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "Yes, I do have the ability to control fire and electricity. But I have never intended to harm anyone; the blackout was not caused by me. On the contrary, I was trying to protect..."
"I understand," the principal interrupted him. "Nezha, I'm not here to accuse you. Rather, I want to express my concern about the online bullying you've been facing."
Nezha looked up, somewhat surprised. "Principal, aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you worried that I might... harm the school?"
The principal smiled gently. "Nezha, I have worked in education for over forty years and have seen many students labeled in various ways. Some are called 'Problematic Youth,' others are seen as 'misfits.' But in my eyes, they are all just young people who need understanding and guidance. Your special abilities are indeed astonishing, but my criteria for judging a person have never been their background or abilities; it is their actions and character that matter."
These words felt like a warm spring breeze, soothing some of Nezha's anxiety. Yet the reality remained:
"So... what now? Those photos have already spread, and everyone knows who I am."
The principal's expression turned serious. "This is indeed a tricky issue. First, we will investigate who leaked those photos; such an invasion of privacy is strictly prohibited by the school. Secondly, considering the current public pressure and your safety, the school has decided to suspend you for two weeks for a special investigation and assessment."
"Suspend me?" Nezha's heart sank. "Is this... a form of punishment?"
"No, Nezha," the principal said firmly. "This is to protect you. The current atmosphere is very unfavorable for you. We need time for things to calm down, and we also need professionals to assess whether your abilities pose a threat to campus safety. This is a procedural matter; personally, I believe you would never intentionally harm anyone."
Nezha nodded silently. Though reluctant, he understood the principal's position.
"And what about after those two weeks? If the assessment shows I'm not a threat, can I return to continue my studies?"
The principal hesitated for a moment. "In theory, yes. But the reality may be more complicated. The storm of public opinion won't settle easily, and it will take time to alleviate students' fears. We will do our best to help you, but please be prepared for a long-term response."
This answer was not entirely satisfactory, but Nezha knew it was the best promise the principal could offer.
"Thank you, Principal," he forced a smile. "I will cooperate with the school's arrangements."
After their conversation ended, Nezha was moved to the school's designated Observation Room for expert evaluation. It was a separate room located in the northern campus, equipped with basic living facilities but also installed with monitoring devices to record fluctuations in Nezha's abilities.
The first day of evaluation was unusually strict; experts asked countless questions ranging from the origins of Nezha's abilities to methods of control, from emotional influences to limits of range—almost everything imaginable. Nezha tried his best to cooperate but felt increasingly uncomfortable inside—these questions made him feel less like a person and more like an object being studied.
"We need to see your abilities in action," said the head of the evaluation team finally. "Please demonstrate your flame control ability in this specially designed container; we will record data."
Nezha stared at the metal container before him, hesitating. It felt too strange—like an animal in a circus being asked to perform tricks.
"What if I refuse?" He raised his head and met the expert's gaze.
The expert remained expressionless. "This is a necessary part of the evaluation process. If you refuse to cooperate, we can only note in our report that 'the ability range and risk level cannot be determined,' which would not benefit your situation."
Aunt Taiyi shook her head gently from the side, signaling Nezha not to resist. Taking a deep breath, Nezha extended his palm, focused his mind, and a small flame flickered to life in his hand.
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