Chapter 136 A Gentleman's Character is Like a Steadfast Jade Pendant (11)
After revealing everything, Lin Chuxu wasn't sure if she would definitely agree.
Having known her for many years, she still understood Shu Ningmiao to some extent; as long as there was room for consideration, Shu Ningmiao would not immediately reject her.
Shu Ningmiao raised her teacup and took a small sip, watching the wisps of steam rising from it. She neither refused outright nor agreed: "Would you dare tell anyone else about this guess?"
Lin Chuxu pursed her lips and remained silent.
The group that hates superpowers the most is also the most superstitious about them. Shi Yu's non-outstanding superpowers became the most misleading point, and no one would believe that the seemingly gentle and fragile boy would commit such a horrific murder.
Who would make an enemy of the Shi family for such absurd speculation?
Lin Chuxu approached her not only because of her relationship with Shi Yu, but also because he understood that only she would risk her life for greater benefits.
She doesn't like being assumed like that.
Moreover, from an ally's perspective, Weston is far more useful than the Lin family, so there's no need to lose sight of the bigger picture for a small gain.
She placed the teacup on the table, traced the rim with her fingertips, and pressed the call button beside her, abruptly ending their conversation: "It's your business if you want to go. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today."
The waiter who was waiting in the distance received the call and walked over. Lin Chuxu did not expect her to refuse so decisively, and said anxiously, "You trust him so much... you might die at his hands one day."
Once harsh words are spoken, they are hard to take back. Lin Chuxu realized what he had said only after he finished speaking, and shut his mouth in embarrassment.
As friends, she knew she shouldn't have said such curse-like things to Shu Ningmiao.
Shu Ningmiao picked up her coat, which was draped to the side, glanced back at her, and said nothing.
The waiter approached, and Shu Ningmiao gestured for him to hand over the receipt for her to sign: "Give it to me."
After signing her name casually, Shu Ningmiao glanced at Lin Chuxu, who was still sitting silently at the table with his head down, and said to the waiter, "Put all the subsequent expenses under my name."
The sunlight slowly shifted, and a bright beam of light shone into her pupils. Lin Chuxu stared at her, his heart filled with a bittersweet feeling.
"Let's go for a walk."
Shu Ningmiao put down her pen and slowly wiped the ink stains off her fingertips with a silk handkerchief handed to her by the waiter: "Don't waste your mood."
She stopped looking at Lin Chuxu's expression, stepped aside, and left.
The driver was curious about why she left so quickly, but he only dared to think about it in his mind. Shu Ningmiao got in the car and quickly told him her destination. He glanced at the route to Kornunos and was even more puzzled. Wasn't today the weekend?
After getting off the bus at school, she went straight to her dormitory, opened the cabinet door locked with her "Golden Chain" ability, and took out the file folder she had obtained from Edwina's office.
It contains all of Pines's information about Pandora up to now, as well as traces of the interactions between those few wielders from three hundred years ago.
She opened her terminal and checked the timeline of the superhuman resistance war again; it was correct.
Most countries in the world now use the end-of-year calendar system.
The first year of the last calendar, which is the year Pandora (Mandala) was discovered.
Because of its abundant Pandora resources, Pine was contested and occupied by many countries for more than two hundred years after the first year of the Pandora era. It was not until the war of resistance led by the Activators ended in 288 that Pine regained its sovereignty.
The parliamentary purges occurred between 320 and 322, shortly after the establishment of parliament.
At this time, Edwina was still alive, and the other wielder, Lanxi, had not yet disappeared.
Until 347 years after Lanxi disappeared, the two never mentioned anything about the parliamentary purge in their correspondence.
The three-year parliamentary purge was arguably the most significant terrorist event of its time, and the secrecy surrounding it is illogical unless they know who the murderer codenamed "The Executioner" is.
Shu Ningmiao took a deep breath, took out the half-torn group photo, put the folder away, and leaned wearily against the wardrobe.
In the days since she accepted the invitation, she and Shi Yu haven't exchanged another word.
The chat box remained at the last message, and scrolling up was infrequent. Most of the messages were subtle probing or mundane chatter that would bore others. Sometimes she would get annoyed and curse at him, and other times they would inexplicably start exchanging question marks.
Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, tacit understanding.
She never intended to truly understand Shi Yu, and Shi Yu rarely crossed the line to inquire about her.
Connecting Shi Yu with that vague figure who lured her to her death, a strange feeling rose in her heart.
They killed sick civilians.
Massacre of members of the Central Council.
He created Achini to create chaos.
Their methods were extremely familiar to the Pinheis government.
Harboring malice towards Erici, he manipulated Erici's fate by using the hermit nun.
Shi Yu's identity may be fake, their acquaintance may be fake, and every word they said may be fake.
What exactly does he want to do?
It felt like a sharp thorn had pierced her forehead. Shu Ningmiao held her forehead, and light blue veins appeared on the back of her hand, her blood vessels throbbing and throbbing with pain.
The terminal in her hand beeped. She opened the notification screen, and the new message was still from that unknown port.
"..."
Two minutes later, she went downstairs with her lecture notes and found the classroom according to the message sent on her terminal. It was truly amazing how useful the church's influence was; they had actually granted someone a special classroom.
When I opened the door, I glanced around and saw seven or eight people standing there, dressed in white silk robes. Their faces were completely covered by white hoods, making them indistinguishable. At first glance, they looked like clones.
Upon closer inspection, the white-clad figures, who were neither priests nor servants, remained motionless and showed no reaction.
Wei Shengqianheng sat in the center of the classroom, holding the terminal that had summoned her, sitting upright as if she were holding a book.
She moved closer and slapped the notes from the ancient Pinhín language lesson in front of him, and only then did Wei Shengqianheng look up.
His gaze was downward, his lips slightly upturned, and a red mole between his eyebrows gave him an expression that made him seem like a living god.
Shu Ningmiao sat down beside him, raised her hand to rub her forehead, looking listless. She didn't have much interest in tutoring the illiterate.
Wei Shengqianheng tapped the terminal a few times and asked her, "How do I exit the message interface?"
"Are you a caveman?" Shu Ningmiao raised her eyelids, wanting to speak, but then became too lazy to say anything more.
She reached out her hand, gesturing for him to hand her his previous assignments and exam papers so she could see his progress.
Looking through these assignments, I was surprised to find that the grades were quite good, all above passing. However, there were some spelling mistakes in the Pinhian language.
“I’ve wanted to ask you this for a long time.” Shu Ningmiao turned the page over: “Don’t you speak Pinhín?”
"Yes, I can. Otherwise, how would I text you?"
Wei Shengqianheng looked at her with his hands crossed under his chin, and gently replied, "We're just not very familiar with each other."
Her fingers glided lightly across the paper, pausing on one of the pages.
The red writing on it was her correction of Weston's work; she knew it all too well, and she even remembered this particular mistake very clearly.
The correct translation of this Old Pinhian phrase is "love our mother," while his translation is "eat our manra."
It turns out this homework book belonged to him.
She closed her notebook and said honestly, "With your Pinhian language skills, you might as well not take any elective courses at all."
Judging from his inconsistent work ethic, why bother having this title at the school? He was probably chosen as the Holy Son because of his looks, not his academic qualifications.
"Don't be so harsh on someone who's about to die."
Wei Shengqianheng gently curled the corners of his lips, his gaze not leaving. Shu Ningmiao also looked back, her gaze gradually moving down from the red mole between his eyebrows to the side of his neck covered by white clothes.
Other blood moles could be faintly seen under the white fabric.
If she remembered correctly, these moles were not congenital; many of the Manra patients who sought treatment at Compound Paradise had red moles on their bodies.
Manla's patients' injuries were extremely difficult to heal on their own. She didn't look at his hands, which were completely covered by gloves, and suspected that there might already be two white bones under the leather.
She raised her hand and gently rubbed her temple, asking, "Are you about to die?"
"Who knows?" Wei Shengqianheng said with a smile. "Shouldn't you be a little more direct with the patient?"
Shu Ningmiao opened her textbook, highlighting key points as she continued, "I'm very curious, what would someone who knows when they'll die want to do?"
Faced with this question, Wei Shengqianheng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I don't know."
“I’m just a little unwilling.” Wei Shengqianheng blinked, then blinked again, and said in a calm tone, “I thought I had many days to kill in the future. I was also bored and felt that the world was like my playground. There was nothing left for me to pick. Money, power, honor, friends, and even achievements that ordinary people can never achieve, I already have them all.”
"Then suddenly God announced that it was all over." Wei Shengqianheng's face was as pale as porcelain: "...You should ask me what people who know their death date are thinking."
"I don't want to die."
His dark eyes gazed intently at her, then he turned his head and smiled gently at her: "Besides this, is there anything else?"
Nobody wants to die.
Before her mother passed away, she held her hand tightly, and Yelü Qi silently closed her eyes.
Images of their hands, struggling until they were powerless, flashed through her mind, finally falling limply in front of her.
Shu Ningmiao closed her textbook, spread her five fingers, and let the sunlight streaming through the classroom window pass through her fingertips. She didn't comment on Wei Shengqianheng's words, and didn't even bother to offer any comfort.
She pushed her textbook off the table and changed the subject: "Did Shi Yu invite you?"
Wei Shengqianheng showed a slightly puzzled expression.
"I heard that the Shi family often invites people from the Yangsong Church to their charity galas." Shu Ningmiao turned to look at him. "Aren't you two acquainted? Why weren't you invited?"
Wei Shengqianheng looked at her gently: "No, the church forbids extravagance and waste, and I never go to such occasions."
"Yeah."
Shu Ningmiao gave a brief reply, picked up her bag, and stepped out of the classroom without saying another word.
The classroom door closed slowly and silently behind her.
She stopped and turned around to glance through the glass at Wei Shengqianheng, who was sitting upright behind her, chin in hand, looking over.
The few people in white robes stood guard around the classroom, not making a sound from beginning to end, like inanimate objects decorating the surroundings.
The sunlight in the classroom shone on his shoulders and back, casting a deathly glow, and a superficial smile hung nonchalantly on his lips.
After resolving the problem of the microbial balance, it was already evening when I rushed back from Cornunos.
The Shi family's maid came by in the evening to deliver something to Shi Yu, but she wasn't there.
The housekeeper had asked her in advance what to do with the things sent by the Shi family, and she replied that they could be thrown anywhere. The housekeeper still didn't dare to make a decision on her own and placed the beautifully packaged embossed gift box on the most conspicuous table.
Shu Ningmiao stood in front of the table, scanned the thickness of the object, and judged what was inside based on her experience.
She casually lifted the lid, revealing a pure white princess dress inside. She lifted the neckline, and the skirt spread out like ocean waves. The hem was elegantly cut and adorned with pearls and diamonds, resembling scattered stars.
The style is not from any other brand on the market; it must have been custom-made by Shi's designers to ensure that what is delivered to her is a one-of-a-kind design.
Shu Ningmiao let go of her hand, and her skirt fell down, scattering on the ground under gravity. She took a deep breath.
This long dress, both strange and familiar.
In the reality she was in at that moment, this was indeed the first time she had ever seen it.
I first saw this dress in the death scene of "Secret Love".
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