Chapter 8 8 Ready to go After many twists and turns, we finally reach the same destination. …

Reiki Resurrection Year Zero, October 25th, 14:12, the last class on Friday afternoon.

"I don't understand why you always like to give such dangerous trials to rookie students." Ning Changkong had a sullen face, bent the bow and shot the arrow.

Chu Qingge said slowly: "In the era of declining spiritual energy, students have too few opportunities to fight and test. Whether it is a sect or a school, they like to use some illusion treasures to create a fighting environment."

"What's more, Longyuan Academy is funded by the government and still needs to reserve talents for the other departments."

There were only practical classes scheduled for the whole day on Friday. The practical teacher announced that the midterm exam for "Spiritual Cultivation Practice and Introduction to Combat" would be held at 8 o'clock next Friday. The exam location would be the illusion of the magic weapon Zhang Cheng.

Although it is not necessary for everyone to take the initiative in fighting, there are ways to avoid fighting and get high scores. Ning Changkong puts the arrow, aims, and shoots. However, it is necessary to master basic self-defense skills.

Longyuan Academy does not allow students to bring their own weapons to the practical examinations, and even the magic weapons they carry with them must be thoroughly checked, just to avoid creating inequality - God knows how many good things these precious children's families can cram in.

Therefore, the practical class this afternoon is to choose from the weapons provided by the school and practice them within a week.

There was a loud noise from the sword area, which frightened Yan Xiaoling, who was practicing throwing knives a few steps away from him, so much that her hands trembled and the knife flew onto the target next door.

Chu Qingge lazily reported: "Gu Minghui helped Wen Qingsheng grab a good sword. He won. It's a small problem."

"Only freshmen who have just started to learn weapons would have such enthusiasm." Ning Changkong continued to draw the bow and shoot arrows, sighing in his heart, "Practicing weapons is quite boring."

The popularity of weapons varies. The sword area is bustling with activity, but the long-range weapons area is relatively quiet.

After all, long-range weapons cannot be mastered quickly.

"I was in the dart club in high school." Yan Xiaoling said excitedly when she followed him to the remote area, "Besides, I'm afraid of using weapons to chop people, blood will swirl... I'd better throw darts from a distance!"

Throwing a flying knife will also result in blood, Ning Changkong laughed.

He planned to use a bow and arrow this time. On the one hand, it would be better for him not to practice close combat since his body would fall over if the wind blew.

On the other hand, Chu Qingge has already confirmed that Gu Minghui and Wen Qingsheng both chose the sword.

Now that he and Yan Xiaoling have the two short-range ones, they are just right for the long-range ones.

Although the test is randomly transmitted and nominally completed by one person, the four of them are likely to fight more than one battle, so it is better to make plans early.

Just like this, he practiced bow and arrow quietly while listening to the noise coming from the melee area next door. Seeing that the end of class was approaching, Ning Changkong packed up his things in advance.

The bell rang for the end of class, and just as Ning Changkong was about to pick up his bow and arrow bag, he was stopped by Yan Xiaoling.

"Let me return it." She took the bag forcefully. "Don't you have something to do in the real world? Hurry up and leave before you miss the public teleportation array."

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, October 25, 15:02 pm, Friday.

"Hey, boy, are you okay?"

Ning Changkong almost fell to the ground due to his legs going weak when he was out of the teleportation array, which scared his big brother who was teleporting with him.

"It's okay, I just didn't stand steadily... Thank you, big brother!" Ning Changkong blinked hard, felt the black mist in front of his eyes dissipate, and let go of the hand that was holding the kind brother's arm.

He had hardly slept these past few days. Every night, when Chu Qingge saw Wen Qingsheng fall asleep, she would wake Ning Changkong up and continue typing code.

Thanks to Chu Qingge who could help him block out the feeling of fatigue, he could still get up energetically to go to the morning office after staying up for five consecutive nights. However, the teleportation array made him dizzy and he almost fell down.

Yan Yian was also a desperate person, Ning Changkong was shocked. He had often seen Yan Yian modifying shared documents at two or three in the morning, and had often advised her to rest more and take care of her health.

Logically speaking, Ning Changkong, who had just recovered from an illness, shouldn't have worked so hard, but working with Yan Yian... it was too easy to be infected by her passion.

No wonder he is the youngest Cloud Seal Master since the establishment of Lingzhuan Academy. His passion for talismans is not fake at all.

However, no matter how many emails you write or how many phone calls you make, some things are still best discussed face to face.

The agreed location is some distance from here, mainly because the public transport arrays are all operated by the Alien Bureau, and Ning Changkong doesn't have the guts to perform a trick under the nose of the Alien Bureau.

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, October 25, 15:08 pm, Friday.

A short-haired woman sat astride a pure black motorcycle, holding a helmet in one hand and playing with her mobile phone in the other.

"Sorry, did you wait long?"

Yan Yian looked up.

Because she was going to ride a bike, "Chu Qingge" changed into a pair of jeans today and braided her long hair into a bun.

The cyan irises also turned black, but still had an inhuman, otherworldly quality.

The eyes of passers-by are much hotter than the sunshine in an autumn afternoon.

Yan Yian smiled and pointed at the back seat and the helmet on the back seat with his black-gloved hand.

"Get in the car. I'll give you a ride."

In the year zero of the Aura Resurrection, at 18:36 pm on October 25th, Yan Yi returned home.

In the end, Yan Yian convinced Ning Changkong, or made Ning Changkong speechless for the rare time, by saying, "It will take you almost an hour to go to the hotel, back and forth, and pack your luggage. How many hours of sleep can we get tonight?"

Okay, that makes sense... Ning Changkong, who was in a difficult situation, silently canceled the hotel order on his phone under Yan Yian's gaze.

Chu Qingge turned off Mai, but Ning Changkong could imagine her sitting in front of the monitor in the system space, laughing so hard that her shoulders were shaking.

Ning Changkong couldn't make too many expressions due to the elegant appearance of his body, and he didn't even dare to bite his cheeks too hard.

Why do I have such a cold and beautiful face, Ning Changkong thought bitterly, I am just a funny girl.

"Sis, if it's not time to go to sleep, it's your turn."

The system does have the authority to manipulate the body of the executor. Moreover, Chu Qingge has a complete human soul and can directly drill into the body to take Ning Changkong's shift.

Chu Qingge opened the microphone and was still trying to hold back his laughter.

"I'll help you watch the surveillance camera, seriously, just come out and have some sleep." Ning Changkong said sincerely.

The monitor is where the system views various data of the operators, and also checks and records world intelligence.

Chu Qingge steadied his voice and said playfully, "I took the executor's license test four times and failed each time. Forget it."

Ning Changkong: “…”

He had used this to mock Chu Qingge many times before, but now it had backfired.

"Besides," Chu Qingge cleared his throat and finally looked serious, "Your sleep is like a machine losing power, what can happen?"

"This is not a question of whether I sleep well or not, sister..." Ning Changkong was chewing chicken nuggets fiercely, and his mind was full of thoughts, "She wants to share a bed with me, sister..."

The generous Yan Yian rejected his request to sleep on the sofa, saying that neither of them was fat, and her bed was quite big, so they could sleep comfortably on the bed.

Yan Yian poured half a cup of iced cola into her mouth and burped comfortably. Noticing Chu Qingge looking at her, she blushed with embarrassment and quickly found a topic: "Actually, I was thinking," she held back a burp and paused.

"I still want to engage in the industrialized production of talismans." Although it was a temporary topic, Yan Yian still said seriously, "Teacher Chu cooperated with me because of the simplified theory of talismans, but I hope...you can continue to study the practical and applied aspects with me."

"Chu Qingge" took a sip of Coke elegantly: "I do have the intention to do research in this area, and I also have some immature ideas..."

"What do you think?" Yan Yian's eyes lit up immediately.

"...some immature ideas." Ning Changkong insisted, "I need to practice further. However, I may need you to provide some machine parts."

The two of them sat on the sofa, eating fast food and chatting.

I learned from Yan Yian that she came into contact with the inner world during the summer vacation between her sophomore and junior year because she was haunted by a ghost.

"When the people from the Alien Bureau found me," Yan Yian chewed ice cubes, "I was chasing that ghost with a mop... Actually, I couldn't hit it, and I didn't know why it was running..."

"Maybe you were scared by me." Yan Yian swallowed the ice cube and smiled.

Ning Changkong was amused by her.

"I originally majored in mechanical engineering." Yan Yian gestured, "For the metalworking internship, I will be working in a factory hammering."

"When the Foreign Affairs Bureau told me to transfer to a training school, I was very excited. I thought, finally I don't have to go to the factory!"

Ning Changkong smiled and continued, "So you are still researching industrial production?"

"Yeah." Yan Yian chuckled twice and stared at the dusk sky outside the window in a trance.

“Different paths lead to the same destination.”