This evil spirit is stupid, 5.2 increase.
"Don't be nervous. You didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not some kind of Fahai who would destroy any strange creature I see."
"Even if you did something bad, the most I'll do is cut you into eighteen pieces and make you into sashimi."
“Oh, I see. I’m sorry, I’m completely clueless about human humor.” Chloe displayed his awkwardness as a demon.
"If you want to kill me, I'll offer you my neck."
"You'd better add wasabi when you eat it, because my meat isn't very tender and has a bit of a gamey smell."
“If you don’t trust me, you can cut me into pieces, put me in a box, and seal me away,” Chloe said, taking out a pure white box—which was clearly a ring box.
It makes you want to ask him: Did you do it on purpose, or was it an accident?
"You're dreaming. I don't want to waste a sealing slot for you."
“I’m retired now and I need to rest properly. I don’t have time to deal with idle ghosts like you.”
"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm going to enjoy life. You should enjoy your strange life too."
"But remember, I've been watching you all along." Lin Xue held an eyeball between two fingers and whispered to it, "Little thing, it's your turn."
As soon as I let go, the eyeball disappeared like a cockroach.
They would always keep their eyes open, helping Lin Xue monitor what he wanted to see.
——
The school's first community service activity was to care for the homeless in the sixth block surrounding St. Regina.
This is the road that Lin Xue had walked near Sugmat.
This is the only way to enter and leave Sant'Ya.
"Why do we have to bother with these dirty and smelly homeless people? Aren't they all in this situation because they didn't work hard enough?"
The group member covered his nose and walked behind Lin Xue with a look of disgust.
"Stop complaining, or I'll kick you out of the group."
As soon as Lin Xue said this, the group members who were just trying to get credits in the group immediately fell silent.
Lin Xue found a retired soldier from Shilan. The old man was over fifty years old, but looked as old as he was over seventy. He was hunched over, carrying a garbage bag, and scavenging for recyclables.
He would often get into fights with other scavengers, and then, due to old age and physical weakness, he could only walk away dejectedly, like an old lion king who had exhausted all his strength.
When the old man met Lin Xue, his first thought was to ask her to buy him a bottle of wine so that he could reminisce about the days when he was young and strong, enjoying fine wine and delicious food.
During the interview, the old man showed a rare warm smile and took out several shiny medals from inside his clothes.
“These are all medals I received in the war to defend Shilan.”
“I used to be a first-class merit officer, and I had several thousand men under my command.”
"They all obey my commands."
“Why don’t you sell these medals? They could bring you some money,” a team member asked.
"This is the only honor I have left in this world."
"Then why did you end up homeless?" The group member rolled his eyes.
The old man's expression flickered. "I was seriously wounded in the war. I was shot in the foot and became lame. My wrist was also stabbed and I can't lift heavy things. I've become disabled, and the army doesn't want me anymore."
"Now, I can only live on the military pension every month."
"But my phone bill has been overdue for a long time, so I can't receive the compensation. Could you help me collect it?"
After helping the elderly collect their pensions that they hadn't received for several months, they fell silent.
The so-called pension was only two hundred taels a month—not even enough to buy a bag of rice.
But the old man was overjoyed: "I can finally buy medicine!"
"You...are you still sick?"
"Yes, I have brain cancer, diabetes, kidney disease, gout, and a herniated disc. I need painkillers, otherwise I can't sleep well all night."
"With this money, I will never have to suffer again!"
A group member said, "You should get better treatment instead of taking painkillers; that's such a waste of money."
"Treatment is too expensive, I can't afford it."
“You must have abandoned your wife and children when you were young, that’s why they don’t want you anymore,” a team member said confidently.
"No, my wife ran off with her lover after I went to serve in the military."
“I raised six children all by myself.”
"I want to go find my son."
"But when I called, I found out he had moved."
"They must have run away because they didn't want to be dragged down by you," the team member concluded.
“Yes.” The old man smiled bitterly. “When I first came back from the army, you know that the army in Shilan would give soldiers some drugs to enhance their combat capabilities. It’s called Magic Ice. It sounds like just a health supplement, but it’s actually addictive.”
“After I came back, it took me six months to kick the habit, but even after I kicked the habit, they didn’t believe me anymore.”
If you could make three wishes, what would you wish for?
"I want my child to come back."
"I wish time could turn back so I could die on the battlefield."
"I hope my most beloved God can take me away from this terrible world and to the Pure Land."
"Kind people can leave hell and go to heaven."
"This is what he promised me, and I hope he will keep his word." The old man choked up, and tears streamed down his face.
With the old man's help, Lin Xue finished the school assignment and decided to help him fulfill his wish.
He opened the Flying Pigeon app and accepted Yufar's long-dormant friend request.
Yufa'er immediately sent a surprised "!" emoji.
"So you're finally ready to save the world?"
However, Lin Xue completely ignored his "missionary work" and sent him a simple and direct task: Angel, get up and get to work.
Yufar looked completely bewildered: ?
Is it wrong for an old man to pray to God and ask angels to help him fulfill his wishes?
Under Yufar's divine power, the old man regained his youth, becoming young and strong again, and was renowned.
His sons surrounded him. The valiant warrior was no longer old and frail, the hero was no longer aging, but had lived a life of great renown.
Awarded a medal, had his portrait erected, and received a large sum of compensation...
The young officer, who was placed in the coffin at the end, had a bright smile on his face, surrounded by countless flowers.
The little angels carried the old man to a painless paradise, where there is endless fine wine, countless delicacies, and countless people to hear him recount his glorious achievements in his youth.
The disheveled old man closed his eyes, a happy smile on his face like that of the little match girl. Before he died, he had a long, beautiful dream, and even if it was just a hallucination, it made up for all the regrets of his life.
The old man's body was already exhausted, but he was still barely alive. He only wanted to find someone to hear about his glorious youth before he was willing to die.
Otherwise, everyone who sees his body will just walk away in disgust and mutter, "A lazy homeless man like him deserves to starve to death on the streets!"
Now, Lin Xue dug a hole and buried the old man in it, so that he wouldn't be left to rot in the streets, despised in life and hated in death.
Erecting a monument, laying wreaths, and offering to write the epitaph:
A brave and resilient soul lies dormant here.
He made a great contribution to peace in Shilan, for which he lost his health and youth; he raised six sons on his own, but no one came to support him.
The Lord said that He will not fail any kind person.
Now, he has gone to a wonderful paradise.
Lin Xue dismissed the group members and did the burial of the elderly man by herself.
The old man certainly didn't want his resting place to be filled with people constantly complaining about him.
But now, no matter what, he has distanced himself from the prejudices and clamor of the world.
After burying the old man, Lin Xue, like Daiyu burying flowers, held a flower shovel, spread her legs, and sat on a roadside stone to rest.
The photos were then uploaded to the forum.
After just a few days of jealousy following the welcome party, some people have already adjusted their mindset and are starting to support Lin Xue again.
—I want to write "To the Little Angel" for Lin Xueliao.
—What a kind baby. I also want to sleep in the grave he dug.
Some people made sarcastic remarks.
Isn't it just a way of showing off how kind she is? Lin Xue is much better; she can still maintain her kindness. It only makes the rest of us look even more pathetic.
—It feels like he lives in a completely different world from us. He's the only kind one; we're all bad.
—You think you're worthy of being compared to Lin Xue? What's there to compare? You're jealous of him? Well, you're really overestimating yourself, aren't you? Trying to piggyback on someone else's success.
He was never the same as us.
A group of people on the forum both loved and hated him, their feelings were complicated.
I love his strength, yet I hate why he's so outstanding.
Many people in his fan club secretly follow his fan accounts using alternate accounts, wanting to know his every move, yet they also hate the distance between them.
Because they were competitors, Lin Xue's life was so vibrant, completely different from his own, a shadowy rat living in fear and anxiety about his status at school.
I can no longer simply like him.
A group of people typed "average" and saved the photo instantly.
Actually, it's not that I hate you anymore, I just hate myself for being so far away from you.
Why are you so wonderful, while I am so wretched?
——
The orientation lectures and exhibitions told students about the school's history and current situation. Some outstanding alumni were invited to give lectures, including many who were specially admitted students and eventually became literary giants, scientists, and artists, making the specially admitted students even more proud.
Classes will begin formally soon.
St. Les ...
Every class is a rotating class.
Students carry their name tags and put them in the plastic standees on their desks so that professors can call roll and wake up slacking students who are so sleepy they're practically burying their faces in their desks, making them look foolish and laugh at by everyone.
You need to reserve a seat in advance for each class, otherwise you'll only get the worst seats that nobody wants.
Many students admitted through special admissions form groups and occupy seats together, sometimes more than a dozen people at a time.
Lin Xue didn't have any particular requirements regarding the seat.
He would leisurely walk to the next classroom after each class.
However, every time he entered the classroom, those specially admitted students who had already reserved seats would all come to the aisle with their bags, looking at him with a mixture of fear and envy, and give up the seats they had already reserved.
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