Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Code_1

This was a torturous night.

When dawn's sky blushed with the light of day, the all-night thought correction remedy finally came to an end.

The teacher responsible for the remedy looked at the listless young man and asked gently, "What do you think of the first day's treatment? The first lesson in thought correction is to hope that you won't look at the world with eyes of hatred, but learn to be thankful."

Her tone and the Restraints on the boy's body, as well as the equipment used for electric shocks, formed a stark contrast.

The teacher was no longer surprised by the boy's refusal to speak.

As an experienced therapist, she knew all too well that one session of electric shock therapy was limited in effectiveness, especially for a student who dared to attack the principal and plan an escape; it wasn't enough to change his deeply ingrained ideology.

"You are the elite selected by fate; the world has bestowed upon you gifts, and you should use them for good."