Chapter 132 Qiu Hai Private High School Rules

White-haired Rong Le: "You are really good at persuading others."

Rong Le: "Same here, you can do it if you want."

"I don't bother dealing with them. I know that when I feel pain, I will naturally make a favorable choice."

His temperament was a bit more indifferent than Rong Le's. Rong Le knew the difference between them and said calmly, "Then just let me do what you don't want to do. We complement each other perfectly, don't we?"

The white-haired Rong Le stopped talking again.

He originally thought that this module was annoying and boring, so he started to challenge Rong Qing in a high-profile manner as soon as he came in. However, when he found that Rong Le appeared in his mind again, it was like a stream of clear spring that soothed his depressed mood.

It turns out that with him around, my time in the module is meaningful.

Searching for lost memories is just an obsession. It is a new challenge that white-haired Rong Le finds for his boring life. This decision cannot be said to be right or wrong, but if it is for Rong Le's existence, then it is not unbearable.

His appearance made his life no longer lonely, like a warm candlelight that dispelled the cold memories of the dim past.

And when it comes to doing this kind of thing, Rong Le is indeed more adept than him.

Rong Le's excellent negotiation skills, psychological control over the other party, and intelligence suppression allowed her to achieve her goals easily.

Although Rong Le spoke in a high-sounding manner, he actually just wanted to verify his own guess.

The true identities of the prosecutors are most likely Rong Le's team. This module completely replicates their situation one-to-one, so the confrontation between the peers is not just Rong Le, but also includes others.

Therefore, contact with the players will help Rong Le complete the task.

Of course, the character tasks and the main tasks are complementary to each other. Completing the character tasks will also advance the progress of the main tasks. If you want to correct Baifa Rongle's world line, you must also correct other anchor points as much as possible.

The progress on Wang Qi and Chen Sisi's side is relatively optimistic, but there are still some hidden dangers on Sheng Mao's side.

Although he was still respected among the other team's players because of Baifa Rongle, Baifa Rongle only wanted to use Sheng Mao at that time and had no intention of solving the hidden danger for him.

If Sheng Mao continues to hang out with that group of foolish players, the man with glasses will still kill them all.

Although Baifa Rongle has some authority in Sheng Mao's heart, people are always naturally more inclined to their own kind psychologically. In that group, in the high-pressure environment of the module, it is difficult for Sheng Mao not to be influenced by their ideas.

Rong Le was used to cleaning up the mess for these little brats, so she made a plan to subdue Sheng Mao without any hesitation.

The most suitable way is to repeat the original approach, use the man with glasses as a starting point, let Sheng Mao face the reality and grow to a certain extent, and the rest will proceed naturally.

He told this plan to another resident in his mind.

White-haired Rong Le said in an ambiguous tone, "You are so gentle."

Rong Le was confused: "Wenrou, me? Should I remind you that we are the same kind of people? Do you think I would be so kind?"

White-haired Rong Le: "Then why do you always make decisions that favor that yellow-haired guy?"

“It’s just because this way the value of utilization will be maximized.”

Rong Le said as a matter of course: "Some valuable things are not disposable. If you take good care of them, they can be used for a long time. This will also save you a lot of effort later."

White-haired Rong Le said sincerely, "Your logic is so self-consistent that it makes me feel ashamed."

It seems that they are acting out of self-interest and their words are full of cold exploitation, but when it comes to handling issues, they are so meticulous and appropriate that it is even meaningless.

Rong Le always subconsciously takes care of the other person's future.

This practice of lighting a lamp for others is almost ingrained in him.

*

"Wow, brother, you are really miserable..."

Sheng Mao burst into tears when he heard the story. He was so tormented by the experience of his peers that he kept wiping away tears.

In the alley, Sheng Mao and Prosecutor Sheng Mao sat cross-legged facing each other. There was no pursuit or cruelty, and the atmosphere was very friendly and harmonious for a while.

Earlier, after Sheng Mao shouted that, his counterpart Sheng Mao paused for a moment and really retracted the weapon in his hand. After the two looked at each other for a while, they sat cross-legged and started chatting.

Sheng Mao's explanation for this is that their painting styles are not suitable for the gloomy and cold atmosphere.

He said that peers should sit together and talk, instead of playing a chase-and-run game.

He looked at the uniform of Prosecutor Sheng Mao with some envy. He took off the iron mask, revealing a face exactly like Sheng Mao's. The aura around him was calm and ethereal, as mysterious as a shadow.

Sheng Mao felt that he was even more handsome now.

"Brother, you are really amazing. I have no power to fight back. How did you do it? Teach me."

He had no embarrassment towards his peer and replied, "We are all family, just share."

Prosecutor Sheng Mao glanced at him and said coolly, "You are too weak. You won't understand even if I teach you."

Sheng Mao: "Who are you looking down on? We are the same. If you can learn it, then of course I can too!"

Prosecutor Sheng Mao had no choice but to explain more clearly: "My ability is related to my promotion sequence. My sequence is higher than yours, so you can't beat me. This is related to your innate skills."

"At most, I can teach you how to control your abilities, but you need to break through the boundaries yourself."

Sheng Mao understood it immediately and his heart skipped a beat.

Isn’t this the exploration promotion sequence that Xu Yuanhe has been talking about?

These ideas are still in their infancy. They are the first batch of observation objects, and their peers are obviously more mature in their research in this area than they are.

If they could get relevant information from Prosecutor Sheng Mao, wouldn't their progress be greatly improved?

This precious information, which required so many detours and wasted so many resources, appeared in front of Sheng Mao in such a golden light.

I'm going to make a contribution!!

Sheng Mao: "Good brother, tell me, I will study it myself later."

Prosecutor Sheng Mao certainly knew what he was thinking: "Give up, I will be punished."

He drawled, "Besides, are you so confident that you can get out of here?"

This sentence made Sheng Mao feel as if he had fallen into cold water, and he felt that Prosecutor Sheng Mao's attitude was correct.

He didn't take action, firstly because he couldn't escape from his grasp, and secondly because Sheng Mao still didn't like disputes. If it weren't for the order, he wouldn't chase his other self to a dead end.

His friendly attitude now is just a way of slacking off. The other members are still chasing their peers. He just needs to do some legwork and hand him over when the results are calculated.

But being able to figure it out doesn’t mean Sheng Mao won’t feel cold.

Sheng Mao said with a sad heart: "Okay, then let's talk about something else, is that okay?"

...Young man, you believe in your teammates, and I believe in them too. Let's just see who has the last laugh in the end.

Once the overall situation is settled, there is no need to worry about Prosecutor Sheng Mao not revealing key information.

Then the two of them started chatting, almost without any melon seeds. When Sheng Mao heard about his peer's miserable experience, he felt that he was really mean to think that of him.

His brother is having a miserable life!

How he was nearly killed by the bespectacled man in Qiu Hai, only to be saved by being used as a human shield, how he faced death several times in the battle royale, how he took advantage of the chaos to kill the bespectacled man, and how he crawled and rolled among the students to save his life...

He and Wang Qi and Chen Sisi supported each other, and with their hard work, they gained the favor of noble people and helped Baifa Rongle with things. Finally, when the module was settled, they successfully stood in the team and became a younger brother. From then on, their lives were guaranteed.

Sheng Mao was not convinced at first, but the more he listened, the more he realized, wow, this really seems like the life experience I would have.

He wiped his tears and said, "I'm not cursing you secretly in my heart, brother. I'm serious."

Prosecutor Sheng Mao: "...Thank you."

Those experiences were already in the past, and when he talked about them now, he looked calm and didn't feel it was that painful.

These experiences shaped his life and could not be changed, so he could only accept it.

Of course, he knew how lucky this weaker counterpart in front of him was.

Sheng Mao is not up to Baifa Rongle's selection criteria at all. He is neither cold nor decisive, but indecisive and kind to the point of being laughable.

This was his former self, whom he had long ago killed in order to survive.

They have had a smooth journey and have not suffered too much hardship or suffering. There are people to protect them and help them withstand the harsh storms. They just need to grow up with peace of mind until they become healthy and strong.

They will not experience the cruelest tests...but they have a sincere and burning heart.

Prosecutor Sheng Mao couldn't say what he was thinking. Perhaps he was still looking forward to seeing how far Rong Le, who had stepped into the door of time and space, would go.

White-haired Rong Le has never lost, and no one knows what the outcome of the game with the same position will be.

But he still hoped that it would be an ending that everyone would accept.

...if he could really do it.

*

"Do you know what I've been through?"

"Why, why can't I hold on to you, my spiritual pillar, my ideal...why do I die so easily?!"

Prosecutor Thor's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little crazy: "Die, die, die, all the enemies who hurt me will die!"

When Thor was fighting against his counterpart, he had no idea that the other him would be so ferocious.

At that time, Tina intercepted two prosecutors at once, and when Thor arrived, she had just shared one of them. Therefore, the battlefields of both sides were not far away and were in the same area.

Prosecutor Thor swung his sword with real murderous intent, and his movements were filled with blood. When they first faced each other, even Tina could not withstand it.

His movements were powerful and wide, and even his knuckles felt numb from the shock after he withstood his attack.

This kind of reckless fighting style...Tina was strictly asked by Rong Le to correct it when she was first adopted.

Because it causes great damage to the body and is not conducive to long-term combat.

Prosecutor Tina said coldly, "Go ahead and go crazy if you want. Don't interfere with my fight."

After he said this, he focused on fighting with his counterpart. Tina was another him. The fight between them could be described as a peak showdown, which made the blood in his body, which had been dormant for a long time, boil.

Beside him, Thor couldn't help but yell as Littlefoot dodged the attacks of his counterpart, looking rather embarrassed.

This voice made Prosecutor Tina glance sideways in the interval between the battles: "Thor on your side is really useless."

"..." Tina said coldly, "I taught him."

"Um?"

"So, if you underestimate him, you will suffer a great loss."

Tina sneered.

Thor narrowly avoided the oncoming attack once again and turned over to stand firmly. Apart from the panic he felt during the previous battle, his attention was more focused on the abnormal mental state of his counterpart.

That was the opposite extreme of him, a madness he would never reach.

"If you dwell on such emotions, you'll feel miserable every moment, right?"

Thor looked at his counterpart with some concern, and he already understood what his counterpart had experienced.

Prosecutor Thor's mind forever remained at the scene when he witnessed White-haired Rong Le shooting him. He regarded White-haired Rong Le as his spiritual beacon and went completely crazy from that moment on.

Even if the white-haired Rong Le went back from a later point in time, his spirit would always remain at this moment.

Faced with the opposite extreme to him, Thor was speechless for a moment.

They have different destinies and lead completely opposite lives. Even those in the same position find it difficult to truly empathize with their experiences.

Thor sighed and said, "Then let me help you get rid of it."

Even rational people are difficult to deal with, but no matter how powerful a beast that has lost its mind is, it is just a beast that follows its instincts.

Thor grew rapidly in a short period of time after entering the University of Michigan, showing remarkable talent. Both his knowledge and physical skills improved at an astonishing rate.

The dusty pearl was wiped clean and shone with eye-catching light.

He had long since bid farewell to his frail self during his time in Poland, knowing that only with strength could he better protect the important people around him, rather than being protected by them.

So, he can fight and he can do his best.

On the other side, Prosecutor Tina seemed to have noticed something.

"That guy is regarded as the core of the younger generation by the professors at the school."

Tina's voice rang in Prosecutor Tina's ears.

Thor drew out his sword, and his expression became calm in an instant.

It was as if he was back in that dark basement, with endless darkness enveloping him. However, he did not feel cold or lonely, but rather a comfortable sense of security.

Because he knew that once he opened that door, there would be light.

That was the salvation that only that person could bring him.

"——[Spiritual Return]"

Anyone stabbed by Thor will find their way home before dying.

Seize the souls trapped in the hands of the gods, and let the madmen who cross that line find their lost selves and become whole again.

This is Thor's innate skill.

…

White-haired Rong Le walked in the building.

Sheng Mao was arranged by Rong Le to go to the library, where Wang Qi and Chen Sisi were also. He regained control of his body and wandered around the campus alone.

White-haired Rong Le's experience was even worse than Rong Le's. The high-level ghosts seemed to have identified him and made hunting him their primary target.

Perhaps Rong Qing has some tricks up his sleeve here.

After the battle royale began, white-haired Rong Le frowned and took over control of the body. After solving Sheng Mao's problem according to Rong Le's plan, he decided to go to the building where the student union was located to find Rong Qing.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Yan Liu, who was still a ghost.

Rong Le had fooled Yan Liu by deceiving him. Ghosts are cruel by nature, and you can't reason with them too much, so it's better to put a carrot in front of them to lure them.

The white-haired Rong Le was even more simple and brutal. When Rong Le was still thinking about whether to trick Yan Liu over and use him as a trump card to deal with Chang Shan, he saw the white-haired Rong Le almost beat the ghost to death.

“…”

Rong Le silently opened his character panel.

White-haired Rong Le's combat power value is much higher than his. Although logically their data should be the same, perhaps because of underlying personality factors, the system considers the out-of-control combat power value of White-haired Rong Le to be reasonable.

He thought about it and didn't stop him.

If you want to turn the situation around, you must go to the top floor of the library. Fortunately, under the influence of Rong Le, the main task is still to find the key and start the Sealed Door.

By then, Rong Qing will no longer be in an advantageous position. Rong Le's biggest enemy will be the Council of Advocates, and he will have ample room to bring others under his wing.

There is still time for everything.

The scene of Zhan Mingyue's death in the art classroom flashed through Rong Le's mind.

A girl as pure and beautiful as a gardenia fell in an empty art classroom. She would always be attracted by his smile, which gave her the courage to come to him. He was always kind and lively.

He watched the white-haired Rong Le find the key silently without saying a word to stop her.

Outside the library, Rong Qing intercepted the white-haired Rong Le downstairs of the library, but the key had already been given to Sheng Mao by the white-haired Rong Le and smuggled to Wang Qi and Chen Sisi.

"Come in, leave this to me."

The white-haired Rong Le raised his sword indifferently.

This was the first time Sheng Mao saw his weapon.

As cool and gorgeous as the moon, all evils will retreat when he holds a long sword. This sword was the weapon Rong Le used when he controlled the Inquisition, and it accompanied him for a long time.

Even though Rong Le rarely needed to use force later, the sword had already become part of his soul and came here with him.

White-haired Rong Le stared at the monster in front of her, her green eyes tinged with excitement: "It's been a long time since I had such a big fight."

Rong Le mercilessly poured cold water on her: "Pay attention to your acting skills."

"It's so boring. It's rare to encounter such a situation."

The white-haired Rong Le smiled nonchalantly, but his hands moved very skillfully, aiming directly at Rong Qing who was hiding in the ghost.

The two young men, who looked identical, each had their own agenda. They fought each other in the dark rainy night, vowing to wipe out one of their opponents.

Rong Le watched the scene of the brothers killing each other, and imagined the confrontation between himself and Rong Qing. No wonder Rong Qing always wanted a well-behaved younger brother. The situation before him was not as simple as his younger brother being rebellious.

He calculated the time and thought that the players should have discovered the remains of the top floor council by now.

Because he planned to teleport to the past with Wang Qi and the others through the Sealed Gate to prevent the tragedy that would happen to Wang Qi and Chen Sisi, he had no intention of fighting Rong Qing to the end here.

Rong Le said, "Okay, let's go and meet up with the others. They should have figured out how to use the key."

The white-haired Rong Le chopped off the oncoming ghosts, clearing a space, glanced at Rong Qing who was not far away, and turned to enter the library.

Just as Rong Le said, Wang Qi and the others were preparing to sit on the chairs.

In order to test the danger, Sheng Mao first sat on a chair and was teleported over. He has always been reliable when it comes to taking care of his teammates.

Wang Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go too."

The plot killing of the module is irreversible, and it is difficult for them to survive here. It is better to be teleported there and gain a chance of survival, even if the future is unknown.

Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind them. They immediately moved away from the door and saw the figure of white-haired Rong Le appear in front of them.

"You're okay." Wang Qi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

White-haired Rong Le glanced inside the room and understood what was going on. After learning that Sheng Mao had been teleported away, he said, "Let's go too."

Staying here is a dead end.

The campus is beyond saving, and the remains of the council clearly hide even deeper secrets.

So they also sat on the chairs.

A faint light flashed, and the three people disappeared on the top floor one after another.

*

Mingcheng became a freshman at Qiu Hai Private High School.

Logically speaking, with his status and position, he should occupy one of the five seats on the council, enjoy a high status, and become one of the secret rulers of Qiu Hai High School.

But before he came in, he knew that his seat on the council had been taken by someone else.

That person did not belong to their circle, but seemed to have a deep background, which even the family behind Eliza and the others could not find out.

He is the same age as Mingcheng, but he started school a year earlier. Now the three seats are occupied by sophomores. If Mingcheng wants to occupy a position, he needs to drag someone above him down.

Yang Fan has been promoted to the third grade and is about to face the situation of graduation and resignation. Bai Lu does not participate in the fight and just watches from the sidelines. Others are eyeing the position of president. All the past friendships have to be thrown out of the window. No one cares about Ming Cheng's life or death.

Even though Eliza was his fiancée, the most important thing in her mind was the interests of the family.

“…”

Mingcheng sat on the chair, looking at Rongqing beside him with an unhappy expression.

I heard that this person was that person's brother, but I didn't expect that we were in the same class.

Mingcheng has the most prominent family background in the entire first grade. The second grade is a three-way competition, but the first grade is his territory.

He said in a nasty tone, "You're the oldest, so you barely qualify as a toy, right?"

I don’t know how much that person cares about his brother. If he doesn’t care, Mingcheng doesn’t mind making fun of Rongqing.

After all, I heard that they look very similar.

Mingcheng looked at Rong Qing sitting in his seat with a cold expression, as if he was not frightened by his threats. He stood up in annoyance, not noticing that the surroundings had become quiet at some point.

A hand was gently placed on his shoulder, the force was slight but impossible to ignore.

"I didn't expect that Master Mingcheng has a habit of looking for toys."

A soft voice laughed.

Rong Qing's gaze passed Mingcheng and looked behind him.

Mingcheng slowly turned around and looked at the smiling white-haired, green-eyed boy behind him.

The council member, who was rumored to be ruthless and meticulous, had an impeccable appearance, but his green eyes were cold and ruthless.

For some reason, Mingcheng suddenly felt hot when he saw him.

He was breathing rapidly, tugging at the collar of his uniform shirt, and pretending to be calm, "Who are you?"

Rong Le's smile became even more intense. The handsome young man was like a fairy who could confuse people's minds, as if he could swallow the boy in front of him.

"——Rong Le, the fifth seat on the Council."