Chapter 193 Chapter 193 Evil Thoughts Become Demons
The cultural courses only contain practical information and no empty talk.
After introducing the source of demonic energy, various pictures of monsters began to appear on the electronic display screen on the podium. These were all typical or rare cases of demonization.
The old professor sorted out the timeline from bottom to top, and introduced in detail the attack methods and ways to deal with these monsters.
To be honest, before taking this class, He Junxia had never imagined that an apple, an abandoned tricycle, or even an ordinary black leather notebook could become a monster, and their methods of attack were even more bizarre.
The apple, demonized by students' resentment towards Newton's laws, likes to hang on roadside trees and hit passersby on the head;
A demonized abandoned tricycle will endlessly attack crying children; a laptop will randomly ask the software questions, and if it can't answer, it will lose a sense.
He Junxia listened with great interest and took a lot of notes, but not everyone shared the same idea as him. Some people even found it boring.
For example, the students sitting behind him kept talking, sometimes even louder than the old teacher.
Many people gave them strange looks, but they seemed oblivious and unmoved. They were either discussing the best bars in the capital or arguing over national affairs.
He Junxia: ...
He Junxia couldn't stand it any longer: "Classmates, please keep your voices down."
There was a sudden silence in the back, followed by a "tsk" sound with obvious disdain.
"Why are you pretending? You're just a good student, but you think you're so great."
Meng Wenshi and Jing Yuhang, who were sitting next to He Junxia, suddenly looked grim. It wasn't that they cared much about their roommate, a person they had known for less than a day, but rather that the person behind them was too arrogant.
He was talking loudly in class, disturbing others, and yet he acted so confidently. As an awakened person recommended by the provincial capital's special bureau for training in Beijing, who is he afraid of? Why is he so high-pitched?
"Forget it, forget it, don't say it."
Feeling the contemptuous looks from the crowd and the occasional glances from the old teacher on the podium, one of them was obviously a little panicked and quickly grabbed his companion to shut him up.
The large conference room, large enough to hold 150 people, was finally filled with only the sound of the old teacher lecturing. The bell rang, and He Junxia wanted to ask the teacher for a copy of the courseware, but someone behind him blocked her path.
Jing Yuhang spoke first: "What's the matter, are you looking for trouble?"
Although this matter has little to do with him, their arrogant attitude is really annoying. They are just pretending to be nothing but a bunch of scallions. They don't even know who they are.
Jing Yuhang's voice was quite loud, and the others who had not left the classroom all looked over, and countless gazes blocked their gazes.
The thin man's eyes turned cold, and he said with a forced smile, "Haha, don't be nervous, classmate. I just want to know what your two names are. I'll have the opportunity to ask you in the practical class in the future."
Oh, that’s great, you still want to settle the score later.
Meng Wenshi turned his head to look at the flashing camera above the podium, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
People in other places might not know this, but as an awakened person in the capital's special bureau, he knew a lot of inside information.
For example, except for private areas such as dormitories and toilets, the training base has implemented all-round monitoring, and every word and action of the awakened in the training base will be recorded.
Doing good things may not necessarily bring you credit, but if you do bad things and act arrogantly, don't expect to escape the camera's eyes.
Meng Wenshi pulled Jing Yuhang and He Junxia aside and said, "Don't waste time. Don't you two want the courseware? Let's go quickly and wait for the teacher to leave."
Wan Chengwang also said, "Let's go quickly."
Jing Yuhang pushed away the people who were blocking the road, and the four of them left one after another, completely ignoring the words of the thin man.
Seeing that one of the parties in the dispute had left, the onlookers also withdrew their gazes and left. However, they were still whispering among themselves, as if they were still discussing the matter.
The thin man, who had lost face, had a very ugly expression on his face. He cursed several times angrily before being dragged away reluctantly by his companions.
Little did they know that the tall man in the monitoring room saw all of this, and his face became gloomy and unfriendly.
The staff in the monitoring room looked at his cold expression and dared not breathe. They silently mourned for three minutes in their hearts for the awakened person who caused the trouble and the Q City Special Bureau who nominated him.
Captain Yan saw them making trouble and they were doomed.
The incident that happened on the first day of class did not affect He Junxia's life, and they did not have any more conflicts with that person.
He Junxia is like a sponge soaked in water, trying hard to absorb the knowledge in the water. The white-haired teacher Yan finally uncovered the mystery of the demonic energy outbreak 25 years ago.
This matter has to start with the history of demonic energy.
Demonic energy isn't a recent invention; humans have been battling it for hundreds and thousands of years. Myths and legends aren't just legends; they're historical records of humanity's struggle against demonic energy.
In ancient times, productivity was underdeveloped, and most of the evil thoughts people had were related to food. The attitude of the awakened predecessors to deal with the evil spirit was to suppress and seal it - they set up several large formations to continuously absorb the evil spirit.
Although it was indeed the best way to deal with it at the time, over time, the suppressed demonic energy increased day by day, and problems gradually appeared in the ancient sealing formation as time passed.
In addition, the pressure in modern society is increasing dramatically. Even though most people do not have to worry about starving to death, they will still have a lot of evil thoughts in their studies, work, emotions, illness, etc.
Due to various factors, the three large formations that sealed the demonic energy were severely damaged, and a huge amount of demonic energy escaped from the gaps, which is known in history as the Demonic Energy Explosion.
In order to repair the formation and prevent more demonic energy from overflowing, all members of the Special Bureau were dispatched, and only one in a hundred people survived.
Wan Chengwang sighed, "No wonder the special bureaus everywhere are short of people. The highest-level awakener is only level seven. It turns out that..."
He Junxia suddenly heard a slight sob in his ears. He turned his head and found that Jing Yuhang's eyes were filled with tears.
Although the stories of the ancestors who sacrificed their lives for justice were very touching, after spending a few days with him, he did not think Jing Yuhang was a very emotional person.
unless……
He Junxia took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Jing Yuhang
"Thanks."
The young boy took the tissue with sobs, and Meng Wenshi and Wan Chengwang realized that he was crying. They were both a little surprised.
But no one said anything.
They are all adults, and the youngest, Meng Wenshi, has already passed his twentieth birthday. It is impossible for them to laugh at their companions who shed tears for heroic deeds like a junior high school student with an unformed world view and extremely self-centered and face-conscious.
At most, I can sigh about my true nature.
*
The five-day cultural training course passed in a flash, and the practical course that everyone was looking forward to finally arrived.
"Hello, I'm your instructor Lan Bai, mainly responsible for weight-bearing and endurance training."
A man in tight clothes came in front of everyone. He was very young, but his superior facial features had a bit of decadence, making him look like a literary youth who liked to pretend to have amnesia to deceive the feelings of young girls.
However, this decadent atmosphere disappeared without a trace when everyone saw the blue hair on his head.
Jing Yuhang was dumbfounded: "He, he, he, isn't he the staff member who planned the game?"
Anyone who attended the orientation event will never forget the blue "Shamatte" hairstyle that resembled a cartoon character.
The awakened ones were in disbelief, and there was a constant stream of discussion among the square formation of more than a hundred people.
The people from the Capital Special Bureau are really unconventional, and can such people really be good instructors for them?
Although hairstyle and hair dyeing do not mean anything, imagine that your child goes to military training and the instructor has a Shamatte blue hair style.
It's hard not to doubt his authority.
Lan Bai looked at the Awakened who were talking endlessly and raised his eyebrows slightly. He folded his arms and sneered, "I'll count to three. Anyone who keeps talking will run ten more laps."
His voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears accurately, and the atmosphere became quiet instantly.
Lan Bai said with some satisfaction, "The first stage of my class is very simple. It's just running. If you can't die from running, then run to death."
Someone asked: "What should I do if I die from running?"
"Let's have a grand banquet and treat all the trainees to a feast." Lan Bai smiled. "Let me remind you that each of you signed a waiver agreement on the first day you entered the base."
"If you are afraid of death, you can apply to withdraw from the training."
No one spoke.
They had understood the basic content and methods of the training before coming. Not only would they lose face if they withdrew temporarily, but they would also be too embarrassed to nominate their own special bureau branch in the future.
Moreover, most of the important positions within the Special Bureau can only be held by awakened people who have passed the training. Quitting now is tantamount to giving up a bright future.
"Very good. Now everyone follow me to warm up. Jog 20 laps. After each lap, swipe your pass on the detector."
No, twenty laps?
Even if the track is only 800 meters, you have to run 16 kilometers after 20 laps. Will you really not die from running?
Everyone grumbled in their hearts but didn't dare to question out loud, as no one wanted to be the first to speak out.
One circle, two circles, three circles...
Although the awakened ones are generally stronger than ordinary people, they are not tireless ironmen after all, and most of them do not have the habit of long-term exercise.
By the fifth lap, some people were already exhausted and couldn't keep up with the group, falling far behind, with a huge gap between them and the person in front of me.
However, Lan Bai did not scold those who fell behind. He just told them after running 20 laps that they could rest.
Some people gritted their teeth when they heard this, but some people had evil thoughts and secretly swiped their cards on the time clock machine multiple times.
Many people saw it, including He Junxia. He believed that Instructor Lan, the team leader, would not ignore those lazy little actions. The strange thing was that he said nothing, choosing to turn a blind eye.
The eighth lap, the ninth lap, the tenth lap...
There are fewer and fewer people who can keep up with the main force, or in other words, those who are lagging behind are the main force.
Wan Chengwang was the first person in dormitory 302 who couldn't hold on any longer. He was almost surrounded by his three roommates. He was sweating profusely and his breathing was louder than a broken bellows.
He looked at He Juanxia, whose forehead was covered in sweat but whose breathing was very steady: "Why aren't you tired at all?"
He Junxia: "You can try to mobilize the spiritual power in your body to practice while running."
Ever since he joined the Special Bureau and learned the method of cultivating spiritual energy, he has been circulating the spiritual energy in his body all the time, otherwise the wisher's body would not have recovered so quickly.
Wan Chengwang's pupils trembled.
The manuals issued by the Special Bureau to all primary awakeners are the same, and the method of cultivation is also very simple, which is to absorb the spiritual power in the air and then let the spiritual power flow along the meridians in the body.
But this method has a huge disadvantage, which is pain, extreme pain.
Wan Chengwang remembered that when he first started practicing, he rolled on the ground in so much pain that it took him two full weeks to complete one cycle.
Man, you're such a ruthless person!
No sense of pain?
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