He lowered his head and glanced at the girl next to him. He coughed and said, "You were also... called here?"

The girl next to him listened to his words, raised her head and glanced in his direction.

This glance is somewhat unfamiliar.

This made Wang Guangyao feel a little embarrassed.

This was not the first time he had met this girl. Not to mention that he had seen her at his relative's house before, but since Qi Guang was Wang Weizhen's friend, they had met each other once or twice.

But even now, his relationship with this girl is still the same as when they first met, and the other party can't remember him at all.

Scratching his head, Wang Guangyao sighed.

They are now standing outside the Prophet's door.

Originally the prophet called them, as if he wanted to tell them something, but then, a beautiful black-haired girl walked into the room before them, so they had to stop outside.

The noise in the room was not small, but due to the sound insulation problem, Wang Guangyao could only hear a few words. It seemed to be something like "Zou Ye" and "Hundred Ghosts".

It probably refers to an important person or organization.

Wang Guangyao thought so in his heart and was extremely sure about this.

Ever since Wang Weizheng pulled him closer to the bizarre world hidden beneath reality, he seemed somewhat decadent.

If you know nothing, you can still be a carefree, happy and blissful person. But once you look up and see the dark clouds covering the sky, you will feel a headache.

Wang Guangyao now feels a terrible headache.

Perhaps it was because of his previous experience in the abandoned hospital, or perhaps it was because of his own personality problems, but after learning that the future might be worse than the present, Wang Guangyao suddenly didn't want to work hard anymore.

It's not that he feels that hard work is useless, it's just a feeling that instead of participating in daily study and life, he should learn some methods to preserve himself in the future.

How can learning math, physics and chemistry well guarantee that I won't be torn apart by monsters in the future? Can memorizing the multiplication table make those aliens so amazed that they treat me as a guest of honor?

So Wang Guangyao is not a completely useless person as Wang Weizheng thinks. He just feels that what he is learning now will hardly be useful in the future, so he is thinking about how to learn some skills that will be useful to him in the future.

This cannot be blamed on Wang Weizheng.

Director Wang has been very busy recently and has little time to take care of Wang Guangyao. Wang Guangyao himself has parents, and although they don't see each other very often on weekdays, they occasionally talk on the phone.

This conversation gave Wang Guangyao's parents a big shock.

They suddenly discovered that their son didn't seem to like going to school very much recently, and he often missed classes. In addition, he seemed to often hang out in various special areas, and sometimes he was reported to the police as a suspicious guy.

In addition, his expenses gradually increased. According to Wang Guangyao's parents' observation, their child often bought protein powder, testosterone and other things in some stores, and it seemed that he was planning some strange plan.

Moreover, when Wang Guangyao was talking to them on the phone, he seemed to be quite absent-minded. He would often become distracted while talking, as if he was thinking about things far in the future. His words were filled with vicissitudes and confusion that left his parents puzzled, just as hesitant as he was when he was choosing his college entrance examination major.

All these things made Wang Guangyao's parents feel that their child might have encountered something serious. Either he had a campus loan, or someone had cheated him out of something important.

So they turned to Wang Weizheng.

Wang Wei was thinking about it and felt that the only thing that had been giving Wang Guangyao a headache recently was the dinner party not long ago.

So he thought about it for a while and felt that Wang Guangyao must have started the bad mode, thinking that the world was about to end, so he didn't need to work hard anymore.

Faced with such a situation, Wang Weizheng really had no choice.

On the one hand, he was a very serious person and didn't know how to pull Wang Guangyao back to what he thought was the right path; on the other hand, he was really too busy.

The end result was that he felt Bering should have a solution.

It's not because of the identity of a "prophet", or rather, it's not just because of Bering's identity.

Wang Wei was thinking this way because he took a quick look and found that the people under Bai Ling were all somewhat young and naive.

Bringing so many people together for education, Bai Ling must be quite good at guiding innocent young people. At least among Ming Zhou, there are many people that Wang Weizheng thinks are quite talented, such as Ding Yan, Ji Qianqin, etc., not to mention Song Qingci who was abducted later.

From this point of view, Bai Ling probably has his own unique insights on planning his life, so Wang Weizheng can rest assured by leaving Wang Guangyao to him.

At least it's better than Wang Weizheng coming alone.

Wang Weizheng thought about it and felt that if he were to plan a path for Wang Guangyao, he would most likely keep him with him, throw a knife to him, and assign him a few alien species. He would then lock them in a cage and train him harshly while ensuring that the alien species would not kill Wang Guangyao.

He was very familiar with this set of skills - because Wang Weizheng himself was trained in this way by Qingguang.

It's okay for Wang Weizheng to be considered to his subordinates, but it would be too difficult for him to guide a novice who is starting from scratch.

Not to mention Wang Weizheng, Qingguang himself was not very good at taking care of children. Otherwise, An Jianxiu and Wang Weizheng, who he met, would not have looked a little bit weird.

From this point of view, it has to be Bering!

As the person involved, Wang Guangyao certainly had no idea what his uncle was thinking.

He just felt more and more embarrassed now.

After coughing for a long time, he still couldn't think of any topic to bring the two people closer together.

I always feel that no matter what I say, the girl opposite named "Han Qianqiu" will stare at me with eyes as pure as lake water, without saying a word, just watching.

Such people would probably be at a loss even if they were confronted by those with social phobia.

Wang Guangyao thought that his social skills were not too bad, but in the end he was defeated by Han Qianqiu.

Fortunately, in the end, the sound of the door opening interrupted Wang Guangyao's embarrassing situation.

With a creaky sound, the bronze wooden door opened and closed from the middle, revealing the simple furnishings inside.

Bright light shone through the door, accompanied by regular footsteps, and fell on the floor in front of Wang Guangyao.

He looked up and saw a girl with long flowing hair and unusually bright appearance walking out of the door slowly with gentle steps.

Noticing Wang Guangyao's gaze, the girl turned her head and smiled at him.

"Hello," she said in her not-so-fluent Mandarin, "It's your turn."

Not a Chinese? Wang Guangyao had a rough guess in his mind: "Is she from the island country? She looks pretty."

While thinking this in his heart, he nodded quickly: "Thank you, thank you."

As a newbie who has just entered the industry, Wang Guangyao knows too well what kind of big shots these seemingly glamorous and non-intimidating guys are behind the scenes.

Putting aside other things, just the pale-faced man in the room who looks almost powerless, isn't he an absolute boss trusted by his uncle?

So although Wang Guangyao didn't understand other things, at least he had now fully understood the idea that “one must lower one's posture.”

The girl was obviously startled by what he did.

She glanced at Wang Guangyao, nodded at him with a smile, and then left the corridor.

Only Wang Guangyao and Han Qianqiu were left standing together, staring at each other.

After a while, Wang Guangyao was the first to muster up the courage.

He knocked on the wooden door, then said boldly: "Hello... Hello, I am Wang Guangyao..."

Not long after, a gentle voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Wang Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief after getting permission.

He secretly glanced at Han Qianqiu next to him, and found that the little girl still had that expressionless face. He could only grit his teeth and push open the wooden door.

As soon as he opened the wooden door, he saw a familiar figure sitting behind the large wooden table.

Bai Ling leaned back in his chair and pointed to the chair in front of him, motioning for the two to sit down.

Wang Guangyao and Han Qianqiu took two steps forward at the same time, each found a chair to sit down. With one tall and one short, they looked like dominoes.

Bai Ling straightened up, pushed away the teacup in front of him, and asked casually, "Da Hong Pao and pearl milk tea, according to the instructions, are probably not expired. If necessary, you can pick them up and drink them at will."

He smiled and said, "I'm just chatting with you guys. I'm not interrogating you or accusing you. Just think of it as a conversation between friends about life and ideals."

Listen to his voice.

Wang Guangyao glanced down at the teacup in front of him.

Sure enough, there were shallow ripples in the teacup in front of him. It was probably because it had been brewed not long ago, so the temperature and taste should be perfect.

...If there wasn't bubble milk tea in it, Wang Guangyao would probably feel very comfortable.

He turned his head to look at Han Qianqiu beside him, only to find that the girl was already holding the teacup and sipping it. After noticing Wang Guangyao's gaze, she turned her head and looked at her in confusion.

Looking at Han Qianqiu's expression, Wang Guangyao really had no way of telling him about the exchange of drinks.

Normally, shouldn't he drink black tea and a girl like Han Qianqiu drink bubble milk tea? ...Although he really likes to drink sweet things.

Looking up at Bai Ling and noticing the smile in the eyes of this prophet, Wang Guangyao knew that his thoughts might have been seen through.

He could only awkwardly hold up the bubble milk tea, put it to his mouth, and then bite the wall of the cup with his teeth.

...It’s really delicious.

Wang Guangyao felt ashamed of himself for giving up so quickly.

Bai Ling looked at Wang Guangyao with a smile.

He still remembered the first time he saw the boy not long ago.

It always feels like a long time has passed. Apart from anything else, the witch herself has fought once, and so many things have happened in the meantime, it really feels like a long time has passed.

"Wang Weizheng said that you don't see much hope for your future life," Bai Ling said, tapping the pen in his hand on the notebook, "because you lack the fulcrum to work hard, so that even your daily life has become a mess."

After hearing Bai Ling's voice, Wang Guangyao put down his teacup and looked a little anxious.

He was about to say something, but was interrupted by Bai Ling: "Of course, this is just Wang Weizheng's personal opinion."

"He is a guy who is very good at judging people, but because of his serious and upright personality, as well as his conservative and old-fashioned nature, he tends to be neutral about many new things, which is normal."

Bai Ling put down the pen in his hand: "I know you definitely don't think so. Although we haven't met many times, I believe you are not someone who gives up easily. Otherwise, when the hospital was abandoned, you would have abandoned your classmates and fled for your life."

"Let me guess, the reason you mess up your life is because you think that what you invest in now will not reap the expected results in the future?"

Bai Ling said calmly: "What you want to learn is not what you are studying now, but some... more practical skills."

"For example, like your uncle, you can use the sword almost instinctively, or like Qi Guang, you can always respond calmly to unusual events without any flaws..."

Looking at Wang Guangyao, Bai Ling smiled meaningfully: "Or are you like me, always one step ahead and able to see all the ripples of fate?"

Hearing this.

Wang Guangyao's eyes suddenly lit up.

He could hardly control his excitement and leaned forward suddenly: "Can I?!"

If Wang Weizheng and Qi Guang could only be called yearning, then "foreseeing the future"... this was almost an undisguised temptation! The smile in his eyes became more intense, and Bai Ling leaned back slightly: "Of course not."

"Everyone discovers their own abilities. Just like few people know what they look like when they are born, no one knows their strengths from the beginning," Bai Ling said. "How long do you think it took your uncle to find his specialty? How long do you think Qi Guang hesitated before he came up with countless feasible plans?"

Nodding his head, Bai Ling's voice gradually calmed down: "So your problem now is not what you think, that you are unable to cope with the goal. On the contrary, the problem you really need to face now is that you are too ambitious."

"Your energy has been too scattered during this period. Although you have tried a lot, you still can't find something that is really suitable for you. Unfortunately, the urgency of time forces you to act hastily, and it forms a vicious circle."

“This process will probably last until you find something you are really good at, which could be a month, a year, or even... a lifetime.”

Listening to Bai Ling's voice, Wang Guangyao opened his mouth.

But in the end he said nothing.

He himself was vaguely aware of this.

He was too impatient now, desperately trying to find the skills that could really help him, but he forgot that these skills might require constant practice. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to become a real help to Wang Guangyao. In fact, they might not appear at all.

Glancing at the troubled Wang Guangyao, Bai Ling smiled and said, "Of course, impatience is not a purely bad thing. Sometimes, it is good for you to keep a little pressure on yourself."

He threw the pen casually and hit the trash can behind Wang Guangyao accurately. "In fact, ordinary people are not incapable of becoming hunters against alien species. I know someone who, although she is still young and hasn't even graduated from high school, has an amazing talent for firearms. In a conspiracy that happened not long ago, she relied on her talent for firearms to protect her companions and held on until reinforcements arrived."

firearms……

Looking at Bai Ling, Wang Guangyao's eyes flickered again: "Do you mean that I have guns..."

"No," Bai Ling interrupted him before he could finish, "Like I said before, everyone's talents are different. There's no need to force them."

"What I meant by this sentence is that she, as a person who had never touched a gun before, was able to use the gun so perfectly after experiencing some special circumstances..."

Bai Ling said calmly: "You can do the same."

"Everyone's destiny is completely different. Some people may never realize profound truths in their lifetime, but with a little catalysis, they will bloom into beautiful flowers. The same is true for you - your unimaginable talents can grow into magnificent towering trees with just a little guidance."

Leaning forward slightly, Bai Ling smiled and said, "And I have this ability."

"You haven't forgotten my name, have you?"

Hearing this, Wang Guangyao looked at Bai Ling in a daze.

After a while, he finally understood: "Could it be that...you...!"

Looking at Wang Guangyao who was inexplicably excited, Bai Ling nodded slightly.

Although he actually knows nothing now, it does not stop him from using clichés to paint a rosy picture for Wang Guangyao.

It's not like he can see the future decades later, so who knows what Wang Guangyao will be suitable for in the future.

Moreover, Wang Guangyao was not the strong man recorded in the diary, and Bai Ling had not yet thought about his training plan.

But one thing is true.

With him around, Wang Guangyao could have avoided many detours.

At least let's keep him with us for now. If nothing else, at least he has a good brain. Wang Weizheng is not busy recently, and he probably can't take care of Wang Guangyao. If Wang Guangyao really wastes time like this, I'm afraid he will really accomplish nothing.

Although it is a bit troublesome, Wang Weizheng has already made a promise, so Bai Ling doesn't mind spending a little more effort for the strongest combat force in the country.

So he picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and then said, "Later, I will send you a mobile phone with Ming Zhou's artificial intelligence."

"Through this AI, you go to a person called 'The Undertaker,'" Bering said, "and she tells you what you should exercise next."

As the ceiling of human strength, Lin Ju will certainly exercise.

Moreover, even Wang Weizheng couldn't find any fault with her exercise method.

With her helping to watch over him, Wang Guangyao would probably be so tired that he would fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Although physical exercise may not be of much use, a good physique can still make it easier for him to deal with troubles in the future.

And you can save money on going to the gym to find a trainer.

I am really thoughtful and helped Wang Weizheng save some money.

I'll have to find some time to settle accounts with him later and see if I can squeeze more resources out of that union.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling took another sip of tea and then spat out the tea leaves in his mouth.

Afterwards, Wang Guangyao was taken to Xinhai to see the world.

Well, perfect arrangement.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling waved his hand towards Wang Guangyao: "Okay, go down."

Watching Bai Ling's actions.

Even though he was unable to suppress his excitement, Wang Guangyao still suppressed his restless mood, bowed to Bai Ling and said, "Yes!"

After saying this, he happily left Bering's room and went to ask the Weaver in the hall for a cell phone.

Bai Ling glanced at Wang Guangyao's back and then turned his attention back to Han Qianqiu.

This time, his expression was not as gentle as before.

He put down the teacup in his hand and said slowly: "I'm thinking about how to call you."

"Should I call you Han Qianqiu, or should I call you...Ms. Pale?"

After hearing what Bai Ling said.

Han Qianqiu finally raised his head and looked at Bai Ling silently.

After a long moment, she finally said, "Pale Lady... I don't know."

"But, I feel familiar." Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and you couldn't see it unless you looked closely. "Am I...her?"

Looking at the girl in front of him, there was no surprise on Bai Ling's face.

He said calmly: "You can understand it that way, but it's not absolute."

Bai Ling then changed the subject: "I remember the first time I met you, I felt a deathly aura from you that was somewhat similar to mine. Previously, I thought it might be because of your past experiences."

"But later, I also felt the opposite aura from someone else. However, she had a dead-like appearance, but with brilliant vitality."

"And you have a beautiful face, but the aura of death on your body is irresistible," he said, "So I think you two really complemented each other before."

"But it is beyond my expectation that the other half that the Pale Lady separated from herself would become a human being. It seems that not only 'life' and 'death', but also 'alien' and 'human' are part of her opposition?"

Thinking of this, Bai Ling chuckled and said, "Interesting, no wonder she was able to become one of the people who stepped onto the throne."

Hearing his voice, Han Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged except for the confusion at the beginning.

She looked at Bai Ling quietly, her eyes like a calm lake, beautiful but lifeless.

"Can you... tell me a little bit?" Han Qianqiu whispered, "Ms. Cangbai's... story."

Hearing this, Bai Ling said calmly: "Of course."

He spread out his notebook, flipped it 180 degrees, and presented it in front of Han Qianqiu.

After Han Qianqiu took a look, his almond-shaped pupils shrank slightly.