Chapter 038 Chapter 38
After arriving at the school, everyone else returned to the dormitory. Qingtong did not live on campus, so he took a taxi back home.
Although the one-click teleportation ability is very powerful, it is better to go home like an ordinary person at this time.
I just got home when I received a call from my father.
The father on the other end of the phone started by asking, “Is it true that you were on that live broadcast?”
Qingtong took off his shoes, collapsed on the sofa, and answered vaguely: "Yes, the class organized an autumn outing, and I happened to be caught in it. It's okay, I'm not injured, and I'm safe now."
"I'm glad you're okay. I've said it before, there's nothing good about Heng City." Qing's father's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and he started his usual nagging mode, "When you first applied for university, I hoped you could stay in Sui City. I know you've been living with your mother these years and have become estranged from me. At the time, I insisted...your mother...I remarried..."
Qingtong put the phone on the table, turned around to change clothes, took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, glanced at his watch to calculate the time, and when he felt it was about time, he put the phone to his ear and replied vaguely: "Yeah, you're right."
"You should have listened to me a long time ago." Qing's father sighed again, "You are an adult now, you have your own ideas about everything, and you have bought a house. I can't control you anymore. Do you need some pocket money? Do you need me to give you some..."
"Yes!" Qingtong answered immediately with a firm tone.
Because of that batch of antiques, there is only a small amount left in my bank card. Although eating is not a problem, it is impossible that the only expense is food.
"Then I'll give you some more."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, I glanced at the phone and saw that the call lasted more than 30 minutes, of which 20 minutes were just my old father talking to me one-sidedly.
The system said: "The host's father cares about the host very much."
Qingtong raised an eyebrow: "Of course, I'm not someone who has been missing for three days without being discovered!"
System: ...
It seems that I will never be able to get over this matter in my life.
Just as he finished speaking, the cell phone rang again. This time it was his half-brother Yan Jun calling.
You know what he will say without answering, but you definitely have to answer, otherwise this guy will definitely sneak over in a car.
"Hello."
"Brother! Are you still alive!!!"
Qingtong lay on the sofa and looked at the ceiling: "Alive and kicking. Did you see the live broadcast too?"
"Ah? I didn't watch it, and I wasn't dragged in. But I know that people on the Internet are discussing that this incident is very serious." Yan Jun's tone lowered, with a hint of doubt, "Brother, are you on the weird live broadcast?"
ah……
Qingtong closed his eyes. He thought Yanjun and Qingxia watched the live broadcast on someone else's computer, but it turned out that they didn't see it.
"Don't tell Mom." Qingtong said seriously, "My class was on an autumn outing and I got dragged in by accident."
"That's really unfortunate. Brother, are you sure you're okay?"
Qingtong knew that he had to provide some evidence, so he took a selfie and sent it to Yanjun.
"Looks like everything is fine." Yan Jun said with a smile after receiving the text message, "Given your temper, you will definitely hide as soon as danger appears. By the way, brother, the school will be closed for a few days in ten days, I will come to play with you then."
"Ah?" Qingtong sat up suddenly, "What are you doing here?"
"Come to Heng City to play, brother. I have never lived in your new house before. It's only three days."
"Not welcome."
"That's too much. Are you still my brother?"
"I can stop being one from now on."
"Ah - if you say that, I'll tell mom about you getting involved in the live broadcast!"
"Tsk." Qingtong stroked her hair, "Are you sure it's only three days?"
"Yes, three days and two nights." Yan Jun said with a smile on the other end of the phone, "I want to take a few more days off, but the school won't give me any."
"Okay, I got it. Call me before you come and follow my instructions when you get to Heng City. Don't run around."
"Don't worry, brother. I'm always obedient." The phone beeped and then hung up.
Qingtong's mouth twitched. There must be something fishy about him.
Ten days later, Qingtong looked at the calendar, which was Friday at the beginning of next month.
Three days shouldn't affect my plan to save the world. When that guy comes, I'll quickly take him around Heng City and then drive him back.
System: "Host, don't you like your brother?"
"No." Qingtong denied, "I don't dislike him."
When Yanjun was very young, his mother and stepfather were busy with work and could not take care of him, so Yanjun was basically raised by Qingtong. No one would dislike a child they raised, and Yanjun also liked to stick to Qingtong. When he was young, he was like a little tail following Qingtong, and Qingtong took care of his daily life.
But this mode of raising a child ended when Yanjun was eight years old. Qingtong was not good at socializing. His younger brother Yanjun was the opposite. He had social bull syndrome. The older he got, the more obvious the symptoms became. Every time he went out, he could make a lot of friends, from grandfathers in their seventies and eighties to children of five or six years old. There was no one that Yanjun couldn't talk to. Being with him made Qingtong tired.
To this day, Qingtong still remembers that he once took Yanjun to the park. However, during the time it took to buy an ice cream, Yanjun perfectly blended into the crowd of grandpas and aunts practicing Tai Chi in the park, chatting and laughing with them.
If that were all, it would have been fine, but Yanjun ended up bringing that group of uncles and aunts over. After finding out that Qingtong was Yanjun's brother, a group of people gathered around Qingtong and started talking to him. The poor boy didn't know what to do in front of the uncles and aunts, and he was as stiff as a stone sculpture.
When he left, Yan Jun also received a Tai Chi fan from the master.
As for Qingtong, he didn't know how he got home.
The phone dinged, Qingtong picked it up and took a look. It was a notice in the class group. Their whole class was involved in a strange incident during the autumn outing. In order to take care of their physical and mental health, they were allowed to go home to recuperate, and they took online classes at home for the next two months.
The teachers who teach them live broadcast the lessons to other students of the same major at the same time. As for the homework, it can be exempted.
Not having to go to the classroom means that you can also skip the classroom tests!
This is really good news.
"Do you want to do it again in two months?" Qingtong was very tempted.
The system broke his fantasy: "Host, please wake up. Two months later, it will be almost weird and revived."
"Ah, that's true." Qingtong suddenly realized, "After the weird resurrects in large numbers, who knows what the world will become."
If the situation is as serious as in the nightmare, it will be a problem for schools to hold classes normally.
"What's the current situation of the weird response department?"
The system replied: "The host only conducts weird live broadcasts in Heng City and Sui City. Currently, only these two cities have established this department. Heng City is headed by Yu Miaoqing, with three subordinates. Sui City is headed by Qin Zheng, with two subordinates."
Qingtong raised his eyebrows: "There are so few people."
"There are very few regular staff. The authority of the Department of Response to Strange Things is very large, and they can directly mobilize personnel from other departments to assist. So even if there are only a few regular staff, there are still a lot of people available."
"No wonder they can send a helicopter here directly." Qingtong said as he opened the system panel, "This status must be quite high. Hmm?"
"System? Can I draw cards now?!"
The system replied: "This live broadcast is really a big deal. Not only can we start drawing cards now, but we have also saved enough energy for the fourth opening."
"You should have said so earlier!"
"It was unlocked just half an hour ago. The host has been busy making phone calls since returning, so the system didn't have time to remind you."
"Okay." Qingtong raised his hand excitedly, but when his phone was about to touch the burning seal on the card drawing interface, his hand stopped.
"I say, system, this time..."
The system immediately said: "This time it will definitely happen!"
Qingtong's fingers were trembling, and he finally stood up: "I'll go wash my hands first!"
Although he no longer holds out hope, he suspects that this card pool itself is crooked, but no matter what, one must always have some hope while still alive.
A few minutes later, Qingtong came back with his hands rubbed white.
He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his back straight, and his hands clasped together, as pious as if he was worshiping a Buddha.
Then Qingtong slowly stretched out his hand and gently tapped the seal of the card drawing.
The chain opened with a clatter, and in the dark world, there was a beast's roar, as long as a wolf's howl and as terrifying as a tiger's roar.
Then there was a pair of bright red vertical pupils. When looking into those vertical pupils, it was like being stared at by a wild beast as prey, making people feel palpitating and frightened.
The young man with vertical pupils ran away wildly. He was very fast and rushed through the woods and climbed up the mountain.
Under the starry sky, the boy stood on a high cliff, looking down at the world from above, and when he smiled, his mouth full of sharp fangs like a shark was exposed.
The darkness faded away, and Qingtong fell on the sofa with his eyes wide open, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Even the system didn't know what words to use to comfort him.
After a while, the system asked cautiously: "Host, do you still want to hear the story of the card?"
Qingtong turned over: "Whatever."
"During the famine, the young boy was abandoned and thrown into the wilderness, but he was soon picked up by his new mother. The boy was lucky. When others were hungry, the boy could eat half full with his new mother. He had nothing to complain about except that the raw meat with blood was difficult to digest. Unfortunately, after the boy grew into a teenager, his mother was attacked. They cut his mother's body with a knife, peeled her skin, and roasted her on the fire. The boy saw all this and was very angry. He attacked the group of guys, bit their throats, and gnawed their flesh and blood. He avenged his mother. In addition, the meat was not so delicious as usual."
System: "Host, this story is not scary."
Qingtong: "But it's scary when you think about it!!"
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