Chapter 15 15 Discovered "With me, you don't need to be a...

In the year zero of the spiritual energy recovery, on December 13th at 21:02, in the courtyard of Lin Jinsong in Lingzhuan Temple.

Ning Changkong lay on the bed with his eyes half closed, wrapped in a quilt but feeling cold all over.

I was woken up by the discomfort again.

He reached for the medicine and water bag on the bedside table: "What time?"

"It's nine o'clock. You forgot to prepare medicine and water. Your temperature is now 38.7 degrees."

“…Fuck.” As expected, he didn’t touch it.

Ning Changkong usually prepares a water bag filled with water and a few pills wrapped in napkins on the bedside table before going to bed.

The problem is that I ate too much and spilled the water cup at night, and even knocked over the medicine bottle.

Yesterday...why didn't he prepare yesterday? Oh, he felt dizzy last night, didn't eat dinner, took a pill and fell asleep.

How come the fever came back in just a few hours? Ning Changkong lay powerless on the bed.

"Life is so tiring." He complained to Chu Qingge.

Chu Qingge said nothing, she had heard this kind of words too many times.

Chu Qingge said that what hit Ning Changkong the most was not that the mission was too difficult or there were too many things to do, but that he couldn't eat or sleep well.

When eating, you have to fight against your fragile stomach and try hard to swallow without vomiting. When sleeping, you should always have water and medicine ready to save yourself if you wake up in the middle of the night.

The two greatest pleasures in life have lost their interest, and one has to rack one's brains to hide one's discomfort and work diligently. This is a fast traveler.

It would be better to be a system. Chu Qingge sighed and prepared to spend another difficult night with him.

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, December 13th, 21:13.

Lingzhuan Academy and Tiangong Technology discuss the "Tianwen" system software

The price and terms of use have been basically agreed upon, and the signing of the license agreement is imminent.

Yan Yian was decisive in avoiding suspicion. Not only did he not attend the negotiation meeting on official business, but he also stopped all personal contacts with him that he had maintained for so many years for a month.

It was only a few days later, when the agreement was basically drafted and only needed to be signed, that she agreed to come out for dinner.

Yue Jingting was a dull person. Before Yan Yian left Lingzhuanyuan, the two of them had nothing to talk about at the dinner table. After they left, they occasionally saw each other eating together, and the atmosphere was even more dull.

After finishing their business, they chatted about the recent situation of Junior Brother Lin Jinsong, how Zuo Langning became a teacher, and what the old dean thought of her thesis...

After dinner, they walked slowly and silently to the public transmission array of the nearby Alien Bureau.

Yan Yian rented a house in the present world after he left Lingzhuan Academy, and he also bought the motorcycle at that time.

She gave him a ride on her motorcycle once, which scared him half to death. After that, he would always walk whenever he went out with her.

"I'm going back first." Yan Yian got on her motorcycle. She parked it here before eating.

"Yan Yian." Yue Jingting suddenly called her.

She turned around to look.

"It's not solved yet," he said stubbornly, "I haven't seen a machine that can stably control aura."

She smiled and said, "We'll see."

The two said goodbye. Yue Jingting watched the motorcycle roar as it sped away.

...He originally wanted to ask her if she would come back for the New Year this year.

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, December 13th 21:17.

Yue Jingting walked out of Lingzhuan Academy's teleportation array thoughtfully.

Perhaps Lin Jinsong should study Yan Yian's theory and the "Tianwen" system carefully.

Children may be more familiar with computer software and the like. Moreover, they are young and have fewer prejudices, so many of their concepts are easier to correct.

The officer on duty guarding the teleportation array saluted him. He nodded in return and was about to walk away when he was stopped.

"After leaving the prison, Xiaolin came to me again and asked if I could extend his curfew by half an hour... I said that was impossible, but I couldn't persuade him..." The staff rubbed his hands and said, "Can you talk to the kid for me? I really can't make the decision on this matter..."

Yue Jingting raised an eyebrow. The staff felt even more guilty and kept silent about the fact that they had secretly let Lin Jinsong in after curfew.

The curfew of the Lingzhuan Academy Transmission Array is 10 pm, and half an hour later, how does he get up for the morning class at 7 am every day?

Yue Jingting asked him, "Did he come back today?"

The staff nodded in agreement: "We are back. We came back early today, around six or seven o'clock."

Yue Jingting nodded: "I'll go find him now."

In the year zero of the spiritual energy recovery, on December 13th, 21:17, in the courtyard of Lin Jinsong in Lingzhuan Temple.

"Oh no, it's over." Chu Qingge suddenly said, "Yue Jingting is coming to find you now."

"Ah?" Ning Changkong was lying under the bed like a dead body.

The question is, when I was half asleep, I lost my grip on the medicine bottle and fell off the bed.

The fall shook his internal organs, and he woke up in pain. He was just chatting with Chu Qingge. If he stayed on the ground like this for a night, would he be able to get up tomorrow?

Ning Changkong: "Can I pretend to be dead? He probably isn't sure I've returned to my room, right?"

Chu Qingge quickly reviewed the conversation: "He should only know that you have returned to Lingzhuan Academy."

He made a prompt decision: "Then I'll pretend to be dead and let him think I'm not in the yard."

He needs to buy some time to take the medicine.

His hands and feet were so feverish that he couldn't move them. It would be very serious if he was discovered.

"We're here." "Junior brother." Chu Qingge's voice and Yue Jingting's knock on the door sounded at the same time.

Yue Jingting was a little puzzled when he saw that the lights in his bedroom were off.

Why did you go to bed so early? Or did you say you were not here?

"Ah, asleep?" The outer disciple who was also in charge of taking care of Lin Jinsong walked in from the courtyard gate with a plate of food in his hand, muttering softly to himself.

Ning Changkong: "Oh, it's over."

After she finished speaking, she saw Yue Jingting and was startled.

"Did he return to the yard today?" Yue Jingting turned around and asked her.

"He came back before dinner, and when he bumped into me he told me that he had already had dinner outside, so there was no need to bring food to the room." She looked at the closed door in confusion, "We were having snacks, and I saw that he looked unhappy when he came back, so I thought of bringing him some..."

"Who?" Ning Changkong directed Chu Qingge to make a sleepy voice as if she had just woken up.

If I don't use the piece of Lingling cypress engraved with voice-generating runes now, when will I use it?

Ning Chang* Kong struggled on the ground, supported his body with his left elbow, and stretched out his right hand to reach the medicine bottle on the table.

He should have kept another pack of medicine under his pillow!

"It's me, Second Senior Brother." Yue Jingting said in a deep voice, "Are you asleep?"

"Yeah, I just woke up." Chu Qingge chose her words carefully. The speed of the conversation was too fast for her to discuss with Ning Changkong.

"If you're awake, open the door. I have something to say to you."

Chu Qingge: “…”

Ning Changkong: "Let him wait a moment, don't refuse."

"Okay, wait a minute--" I changed my clothes.

My injured left shoulder suddenly lost its strength, and my right hand trembled as it touched the medicine bottle.

The voice was interrupted by the sound of a medicine bottle falling to the ground.

"Junior brother?"

Chu Qingge responded casually: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked something over-"

A burst of energy swept over, and Yue Jingting had already blasted the door open.

"... Junior Brother?"

When he opened the door, Yue Jingting saw a thin figure lying on the ground coughing.

In the year zero of the spiritual energy recovery, on December 13th, 22:23, in the courtyard of Lin Jinsong in Lingzhuan Temple.

"Antipyretic pain reliever." The doctor who was left on duty at Medicine King Valley had a grim look on his face after crushing the pills and checking them. "It's for pain relief and fever reduction."

The person on the bed was carried to the bed, put a fever-reducing patch on him, and fell asleep exhausted, his breathing still a little unstable.

Yue Jingting's face was also very unhappy. He estimated that the bottle of medicine could hold a hundred pills, and now he had already consumed a quarter of it.

When did this child take so many medicines?

"You have a fever due to deficiency of both Qi and blood, insufficient internal Qi, and internal Yin fire." The doctor took my pulse carefully and said, "I'll change the prescription. You still have to take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."

Yue Jingting took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand."

In the year zero of the spiritual energy recovery, on December 14th at 9:12, in the courtyard of Lin Jinsong in Lingzhuan Temple.

Ning Changkong opened his eyes drowsily, and saw Yue Jingting sitting beside his bed.

"Awake?" Yue Jingting, who had been sitting all night, moved a little and turned off his phone. "I'll ask someone to bring breakfast over first."

Ning Changkong was lying on the bed, his eyes following Yue Jingting as he walked to the door and called for someone. He gave a few instructions and then walked back.

...What's going on?

"The fever has gone away. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Yue Jingting asked as calmly as possible.

The patient on the bed stared at him warily and shrank back into the quilt.

Yes, be on guard.

Yue Jingting thought, this is where the sense of disharmony lies.

He really wasn't good at guessing other people's thoughts, so he looked through the people in his address book twice and decided that Yan Yian, who had a niece of the same age as him, was the most reliable, so he sent her a message.

He sent her a long list of articles, and she gave him a long list of analyses that were very well-reasoned.

Lin Jinsong's performance after coming to Lingzhuan Academy was perfect.

He accepted the farewell of his healthy body without complaint, accepted the deal in which his fate was used as a bargaining chip with almost meekness, worked hard to comfort the emotionally abnormal students in the academy, and even tried hard to build good relationships with everyone in Lingzhuan Academy so as to be a good student.

But Lin Jinsong was just a child who was not yet an adult and was suddenly thrown into the cultivation world a few months ago and was accustomed to having his own children.

Yan Yian analyzed. She said that when Yan Xiaoling first came into contact with the world of cultivation, even with her guidance, he couldn't sleep well every day because he was confused and afraid of facing an unknown future.

She said that after Yan Xiaoling finished her midterm exam, she called her crying and said that her dreams were filled with various monsters' faces and blood all over the sky.

The child is still young and has encountered many unexpected events. How could he not be anxious and afraid?

The stronger and more indestructible he appears to be... the more it proves that he is terribly scared.

"Even you are afraid." Yan Yian said firmly, "I have no choice but to protect myself with a hard shell like a hedgehog."

What's more, he was alone and had no one to rely on.

Yue Jingting rubbed his hands, recalling the words he had just typed in his mobile phone memo: "Junior brother, I..."

There was a knock on the door and breakfast was delivered.

Yue Jingting was interrupted, and the energy he had built up suddenly dissipated. He then silently let the person in, helped Lin Jinsong sit up, and then set up a small table in front of him.

After everyone left, Yue Jingting picked up the bowl and let out a long breath.

Lin Jinsong hasn't said a word yet. He just lies on the bed and looks at him timidly.

Like waiting for judgment.

Screw the draft, where did Yan Yian find so many sensational words? Romance novels?

"I didn't tell the teacher about what happened last night," he said slowly, following his thoughts. "I just said that you felt uncomfortable last night and the doctor said you need to rest for a while."

Lin Jinsong's shoulders relaxed a little.

Yue Jingting scooped a spoonful of porridge and left it there: "I was also... picked up by Senior Brother. An orphan."

He lowered his eyes to look at the bowl in his hands.

Lin Jinsong looked at him in surprise.

"When I was diagnosed with a medium-grade A-level spiritual root, I was very happy. I felt that I was finally useful and that all my years of hard work had not been in vain."

Lin Jinsong took a sip of porridge from Yue Jingting's hand.

Yue Jingting mechanically dried a new spoonful of porridge.

"I'm not saying that talent is not important, or excellence is not important... Alas, I don't believe it myself."

"At least here with me," Yue Jingting finally raised his head and looked at Lin Jinsong, "You don't need to be a good boy, Jinsong."

The child stared at him blankly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know the knowledge, it doesn't matter if you can't do the work, it doesn't matter if you are unhappy and want to complain." He counted them one by one very seriously, "If you feel unwell... just say you feel unwell, don't hide it from others, don't hide it from me."

Lin Jinsong drank a mouthful of porridge. Yue Jingting put down the bowl and carefully and gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

The child shuddered but did not duck.

"It doesn't matter if you don't become my disciple, don't return to Lingzhuan Academy, and go somewhere else... You can still come find me."

Yan Yian has been running around for so many years. We met at an academic conference and had a fight, but after the fight, couldn't we still have a meal together?

The next morning, didn't he still have to pretend to be casual and report the latest situation of his junior sister to his master, and then see the old man pretend not to care?

Yue Jingting has always been a person who cherishes fate and is very good at maintaining it.

"Just be yourself, Jinsong."

He tried his best to imitate the tone of the man in his memory, but he could not speak so gently.

The child's eyes instantly turned red, and he sobbed and threw himself into his arms, his back shaking with tears.

Yue Jingting awkwardly held the person in his arms, feeling relieved and filled with emotion.

The person who said these words to him back then is gone, and he can finally tell these words to others.