Regroup at 1:45, go to the computer room at 2:00 to “surf the internet”—on the websites designated by Uncle Foster, viewing specified content to enhance learning, which also counts as three class periods.

Dinner is at 5:00, and everyone must finish eating before 6:00, then return to the dormitory. After 6:00, except for going to the bathroom, no one is allowed to go out or visit other dorms. Lights out at 8:30 p.m.

This is the basic daily routine at the correction center. Except for a “review class” personally led by Uncle Foster on Sunday mornings, it’s like this six days a week.

Of course, the most crucial point is: at any time, in any place, as long as your behavior meets the criteria for “requiring treatment,” you must immediately go for “treatment.”

Since this was Ethan Logan’s first official day at the center, after finishing exercises and breakfast, he was taken away alone by the dorm supervisor.

As expected, he was brought to the fifth floor, to face “Uncle Foster.”

“Sit.” After Ethan Logan entered the room, Professor Foster, sitting behind the desk, glanced at him absentmindedly and said this.

Ethan Logan heard this and silently sat down across from the desk; the dorm supervisor who brought him here—the same “doctor” who shocked him yesterday—stood behind him, staring intently at the back of his head.

“Zhou Ming… right?” Professor Foster looked at the information displayed on the I-PEN virtual screen in his hand and asked distractedly.

Naturally, Ethan Logan was using a fake name and identity here.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Do you know your own situation?” Professor Foster continued.

“Yes… internet addiction,” Ethan Logan answered.

“Hmm…” Professor Foster pondered for a moment, shifting his gaze to Ethan Logan’s face. “When you first arrived yesterday, why didn’t you admit it?”

“I…” Ethan Logan thought about what kind of answer would be reasonable and satisfy the other party. “…I was hoping for a fluke, didn’t want to accept treatment.”

“Hmm.” Professor Foster nodded. “Good. Being able to admit you have a problem shows you want to change, you just don’t know how.” He paused. “Listen carefully: as long as you strictly follow the rules here and complete our program, I guarantee you’ll be cured.”

“Okay,” Ethan Logan replied, “I’ll do my best…”

“What do you mean, ‘do your best’?” The next second, Uncle Foster suddenly turned hostile. “Don’t you understand what I’m saying? I said strictly follow, which means you must do it. ‘Do your best’—what kind of attitude is that? In the center, we must ‘carry out every order, stop at every prohibition.’ Everything must be done by the rules, with a high level of execution. There’s no such thing as just ‘doing your best’ and muddling through.”

“Understood…” Ethan Logan immediately put on a very frightened expression and hurriedly replied, “I… I will definitely do it, and carry out everything resolutely.”

Professor Foster stared at him for a few more seconds, thought for a moment, and then said, “Alright, originally with that attitude, you’d have to go for ‘treatment,’ but since you just arrived and, compared to the other new members, your awareness is relatively high, today you can go back to your dorm and memorize all the rules and regulations. Tomorrow, you’ll start activities with the others.”

“Yes…” Ethan Logan acted as if he was relieved. “Thank you, Professor Foster.”

“Hey~” Professor Foster waved his hand. “Don’t call me that. I’m very approachable. All the members here call me Uncle Foster, you can too.”

He used the word “can,” but in reality… if you don’t call him that, he’ll find a reason to shock you.

Ethan Logan was quick to catch on and immediately called him Uncle Foster, then left with the dorm supervisor.

Not a word was spoken along the way.

Back in the dorm, Ethan Logan found that his fingerprint could now open and close the door to his room, so he shut the door, placed the stack of paper documents he’d received from the office on the desk, and began flipping through them page by page.

He was flipping, but not actually “reading,” because he had already learned and memorized all the content on those papers before coming to the center. Flipping through them was just to create the appearance of having “looked through” them. If someone later discovered that the materials he took back were “brand new,” yet he knew all the rules by heart, wouldn’t that be suspicious?

So, as Ethan Logan flipped through the papers, he was thinking about other things.

“During exercises, I could only see the patients on this floor, but at breakfast, everyone except Professor Foster should have been present… The number of dorm supervisors and patients matches the records in the documents.

“Because I have to follow the rules and can’t move around freely, I couldn’t get a good look at everyone’s faces… but those I did see didn’t seem unusual.

“The ‘Dessert’ who visited me last night… hmm… better call her ‘Miss Baker’… only left her voice and scent, didn’t let me see her face or figure. In the cafeteria environment, it’s probably hard to recognize her.

“Of course, there’s no rush to find her. As long as I stay here, she’ll come to me.

“As for the Faceless… as expected, there’s still no clue at this stage. I’ll have to wait a few more days, until ‘that thing’ takes effect, before there’s any progress.”