Chapter 44 My life is destined to be a supporting role, but who doesn't want to stand in the light? [Two in one]
As for how to activate the new copy, Lu Chen made a rough judgment based on the last time he activated the "Copy of Ancient Cultivator's Tomb".
If he remembered correctly, he accidentally discovered that he had activated the game copy after arriving at the school's training room.
Is there anything special about the school’s practice room?
This is true.
Legend has it that the location of Los Angeles No. 1 Middle School was not decided on a whim, but was the result of a special selection.
What are the reasons for this choice? First, whether the spiritual energy of this place is strong, and second, whether the feng shui is suitable.
The former is easy to understand. After all, the concentration of spiritual power is related to the cultivation speed of teachers and students in No. 1 Middle School.
Why are the four major academies the four most famous colleges and universities in Kyushu?
A big part of the reason for this is that the places where the four major Taoist temples are located are among the blessed places with the richest spiritual energy in the entire Jiuzhou.
Many great masters and students who are willing to join the four major Taoist academies as lecturers have noticed this point.
After all, practicing in such a place for one year is equivalent to practicing in other places for two or three years, the difference is obvious.
In addition to spiritual power, good feng shui is also one of the criteria for selecting a site for a school.
After all, for most practitioners, you may not believe in fate, but you cannot disrespect it.
Therefore, the locations of the four major Taoist temples are not only blessed places with abundant spiritual energy, but also the birthplaces of some famous sects or ancient dynasties in the past, with excellent feng shui.
Although the location of Luocheng No. 1 Middle School is not as exaggerated as the four major Taoist temples, its feng shui is also top-notch in Luocheng.
The practice room is located in the best location among such a good place.
This also made Lu Chen think of the conditions for activating the copy.
“Perhaps the key to activating the copy lies in whether this area has ever had an existence that could leave traces over the years.”
"I can only activate the copy if I get close to a place like this..."
After some analysis, Lu Chen felt that he seemed to have found a way to activate the copy.
But for now these are just his speculations and he cannot draw conclusions immediately.
As for how to prove this, Lu Chen has already thought about it.
"If my inference is correct, the No. 2 and No. 3 Middle Schools, which are as famous as No. 1 Middle School, should also have a chance to activate a copy."
"If I just go to No. 2 or No. 3 Middle School, I might be able to understand the principle of activating the copy..."
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
The best way to verify this conclusion right now is undoubtedly to actually go to No. 2 Middle School or No. 3 Middle School.
If a new copy can be activated by then, then perhaps the time for him to awaken his innate magical powers is not far away.
[Name: Lu Chen (Inner Disciple of Qingyun Sect)]
[Cultivation: Qi training stage seventh level (7700/30000)]
[Innate magical power (32/100): Not awakened]
[Current experience value: 1120]
October 8th, a small shop in front of Los Angeles No. 3 Middle School.
"Shouyi, we are already in the third year of high school. How can you, a top student in No. 1 Middle School, not focus on preparing for the college entrance examination? Why do you still have time to chat with me?"
Zhao Lu took two bottles of soda with straws inserted and handed one to Bian Shouyi.
Bian Shouyi took the soda and looked at the bruise at the corner of Zhao Lu's eye with a frown.
"What's wrong with your face?"
Zhao Lu sat down on the stairs next to Bian Shouyi and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I just fell while walking."
As if he didn't want to dwell on this issue too much, Zhao Lu immediately changed the subject and said, "Don't talk about me, talk about you, Shouyi."
"I heard from Guan Shanshan, who was also admitted to No. 1 Middle School, that you lost to a student in the humanities class in this mock exam."
"Are all the students in No. 1 Middle School so powerful now? Can a student from the Humanity Class defeat a genius like you from the Heavenly Class?"
Hearing this, Bian Shouyi immediately recalled his brief encounter with Lu Chen during the mock exam.
He said without hesitation: "Yes, I lost, and I lost miserably."
Zhao Lu looked at him in disbelief. "No way, you actually admitted defeat so easily. Are you still the sword-crazed Shouyi who dared to challenge the senior students at the slightest disagreement? Could it be that someone has possessed you?"
In response to this, Bian Shouyi seemed very calm.
He sipped the soda in the glass bottle and said expressionlessly: "If I lose, I lose. There is nothing wrong with admitting it, but I won't keep losing."
Looking at Bian Shouyi's determined eyes, Zhao Lu fell silent.
As a good friend who grew up with Bian Shouyi, he could not accept Bian Shouyi's failure more than anyone else.
Because he has been chasing after Bian Shouyi since he was a child.
And I hope to stand at the same height as him one day.
If Bian Shouyi had lost to other students from the Tiandao class of No. 1 Middle School, Zhao Lu might not have thought too much about it.
But Bian Shouyi happened to lose to a student in the humanitarian class like him.
Even though there is an obvious resource gap between No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School, this gap is only reflected between the Tiandao classes of the two schools.
There is actually not much difference between the underground class and the humanitarian class below.
In other words, the person who defeated Bian Shouyi was once an 'ordinary person' like him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lu couldn't help but sigh: "Your No. 1 Middle School is really amazing. Even the Humane Class has lost geniuses."
"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have chosen to study at No. 3 Middle School because of the tuition issue. I should have gone to No. 1 Middle School with you."
Bian Shouyi, who was standing next to him, looked at Zhao Lu, who looked dejected. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "Auntie has tried very hard, and Lu Chen is special. He just loves playing games too much. Otherwise, he would have been able to enter the Tiandao class. It's not what you think."
Zhao Lu sucked hard from the straw in his mouth and said with a smile: "What's the difference? The Humane Class looks at aptitude. He must have been admitted to the Humane Class because his spiritual root aptitude was not enough at the beginning."
"But since he can beat you right now, it means that he must have extraordinary talents in other areas besides his spiritual roots."
"Unlike me, I have a bad background, bad talent, and even my comprehension is mediocre."
"Don't even think about getting into a Taoist academy. I'm not sure if I can even build a foundation in this lifetime."
"But you are right about one thing. You, Bian Shouyi, will never lose all the time."
"Although you lost to that Lu Chen in this mock exam, your future will never change because of this failure. You are still the genius swordsman that we all look up to."
At this point, Zhao Lu put down the empty soda in his hand and looked deeply at the busy street not far away.
Among these people, some were walking in a hurry, looking tired, as if they had just finished a day's work and were preparing to go home.
Some people are in high spirits, dressed luxuriously, and drive expensive cars past.
And more people are like the convenience store owner behind them, wearing simple clothes, greeting customers with a smile, and living their ordinary lives.
Zhao Lu felt that his future might be like that of most people, ordinary and mediocre.
But the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt.
If he did not have the aptitude to practice, he might not envy others.
But God gave him the qualifications to practice cultivation, but this qualification not only failed to allow him to advance to a higher level, but instead made him realize more deeply the huge gap between himself and others.
I gave you a little hope, but this hope is really just a little...
Perhaps he noticed Zhao Lu's loneliness, and Bian Shouyi, who was standing next to him, showed a rare high EQ and said, "Let's not talk about this. Zhao Lu, didn't you say you wanted to write a good novel?"
"She said that even if she couldn't pass the entrance exam to become a true practitioner, she could still become a decent novelist and live a good life."
"How is it, is the novel finished now?"
Hearing this, Zhao Lu said self-deprecatingly: "You are the only one who takes the jokes I told when I was a child seriously. As for novels... I have stopped writing them a long time ago."
"Ah? Why?"
Zhao Lu held the empty glass bottle in his hands and said calmly: "Shouyi, do you know why I wanted to write a novel in the first place?"
Bian Shouyi shook his head: "I don't know, you don't seem to have told me."
Zhao Lu lowered his head and looked at the road not far away with lifeless eyes.
"The reason why I want to write a novel is because my life is too ordinary and common. I want to experience a completely different life in a novel."
"I think I have an ordinary appearance and come from an ordinary family. I can neither amaze anyone's youth nor have any long-lasting love."
"Whether in the past or in the future, my life is destined to remain unchanged and without any disturbances."
"But novels are different. In novels, there are not only bizarre worlds, but also lives that I cannot envy."
“No matter whether the ending of the story is happy or regretful, the process of writing a novel is always wonderful, and it is something that I can reach but cannot achieve.”
"Shouyi, everyone wants to be the one on the stage, but I know very well that the stage is so small, and ordinary people like me are destined not to be able to stand on it."
"So, I once hoped to build a stage that belonged only to me through novels, but reality told me... fake is fake after all. I can't fool others, I can only fool myself."
“No matter how beautiful a bubble is, it is just a bubble. It will burst one day.”
Zhao Lu stood up and prepared to return the empty glass bottle to the store.
But when he passed by Bian Shouyi, Zhao Lu suddenly said, "Shouyi, you came to see me for something today, right?"
Bian Shouyi drank the soda in his hand in one breath and stood up.
"Auntie asked me to come look for you. She said your birthday is coming soon and she wants you to come back when you are free. After all, you haven't been home for more than a month and you didn't even return her calls. She is a little worried."
"She knows you're under a lot of pressure from studying, so she doesn't dare to disturb you, so she asked me to come over and pass on a message to you."
"Auntie told you not to worry too much. She will work hard to make more money and buy you as many cultivation resources as possible to relieve the pressure on you."
"You just need to practice hard in school, and she will take care of the rest."
Hearing this, Zhao Lu nodded calmly, then put the glass bottle in his hand into the basket placed at the entrance of the convenience store.
When he turned around, he answered seriously, "Shouyi, tell her that I will go back when I have time."
"Can……"
"That's it Shouyi, I'm glad you came to see me today."
"But I'm not a genius like you after all. I must hurry up and practice, otherwise I won't have any chance of getting into the Taoist Academy. See you later."
After saying that, Zhao Lu said goodbye to Bian Shouyi and turned to walk towards the school.
Looking at his back, Bian Shouyi inexplicably had a bad feeling.
He always felt that something seemed to have happened to his good friend, but he just didn't want to tell him.
If it were someone else with a passionate personality, they might have asked Zhao Lu directly about the matter.
But for Bian Shouyi, who is devoted to practicing sword and not good at socializing.
He would never do anything that was a bit excessive.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. If Zhao Lu really has something to say, he will definitely tell me..."
Thinking of this, Bian Shouyi no longer worried about it.
He came to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left Los Angeles No. 3 Middle School.
At this time, Zhao Lu walked to the school gate and looked at Bian Shouyi getting on the car and leaving, and secretly clenched his fist hidden in his trouser pocket.
Shouyi, although my life is destined to be a supporting role, who doesn’t want to stand in the light?
I'm not willing to accept this. I really am not willing to accept this.
Why am I destined to sit in the audience and applaud? I also want to stand on the stage and perform my own life.
Is it Lu Chen from the Humanitarian Class?
A person who can defeat Lian Shouyi can probably become good material.
After all, you, Lu Chen, are from the humanitarian class, and I, Zhao Lu, am also from the humanitarian class.
If I can eat you, does that mean that I, who am also a member of the Humane Team, will be able to defeat Shouyi on stage one day? This... is really exciting.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lu licked his dry lips slightly sickly, then took a big step towards the depths of No. 3 Middle School...
"Classmate, classmate, what's wrong with you? I asked you why you came to our school, why didn't you reply to me?"
The security guard of No. 3 Middle School looked at the handsome young man in the uniform of No. 1 Middle School in front of him with dissatisfaction and asked curiously.
Hearing this, Lu Chen immediately withdrew his gaze from a student in No. 3 Middle School.
I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just seemed to see my former junior high school classmate, so I was stunned for a moment."
"Then you can't just ignore me. After all, you're not a student of our school. I can't let you in casually."
"Is that so? Then please wait a moment. I'll ask my homeroom teacher at No. 1 Middle School to talk to you."
Seeing that Lu Chen had a good attitude, the security guard simply agreed with him and said, "If the teachers on both sides can communicate well, then I can let you in."
"Okay, then please wait a moment, I will call my class teacher now."
"OK."
Lu Chen walked to the school gate, took out his cell phone and called Lao Chen.
During this process, he looked at the figure in confusion who disappeared into the teaching building of No. 3 Middle School.
The figure was none other than Zhao Lu who had just passed by him.
Lu Chen recalled the strange aura he had just felt from Zhao Lu, and his heart was filled with doubts.
Why could he hear two heartbeats in one person?
Moreover, when he looked at the man with his Green Lotus Pupils, the aura of that man was also very strange.
It’s so strange that one person’s spiritual power... can be so clearly distinct.
It was as if there was a part of the spiritual power in his body that did not belong to him at all.
Weird, really weird.
But before Lu Chen could think about it, the call to Chen Fugui was connected.
"Hey, Xiao Lu, why did you call me suddenly? Don't tell me you want to take leave again. You've already been on leave for more than a week. I will never approve your leave again."
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You must be trying to see if you can ask for leave to continue playing games. I'm telling you, there's no way. Do you hear me?"
"The college entrance exam is almost here. Even if you have amazing comprehension, don't even think about skipping classes to play your damn game. Practice hard!"
Hearing the scolding from the other end of the phone, Lu Chen subconsciously moved the phone further away.
After Lao Chen finished speaking, Lu Chen took back his phone and said helplessly: "Lao Chen, I told you that my last leave was an accident, not for playing games."
"And I'm not calling you this time to ask for leave. I want you to help me talk to the teacher at No. 3 Middle School. I want to go in and meet some old classmates."
"Meet some old classmates from No. 3 Middle School? Okay, okay, I'll tell No. 3 Middle School right away."
"But listen carefully, after you meet your old classmates, come back and practice hard for me."
"Also, I bought a batch of training resources for you. Remember to come find me when you come back. Did you hear me?"
"I heard it, I heard it."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Chen couldn't help but sigh.
Although playing the role of an internet-addicted teenager was a character he had already thought of.
But it is still a bit troublesome to play such a good role.
As a result, Lao Chen had a deep misunderstanding of him because of this almost lifelike character.
I actually thought he wanted to take a leave to play games again.
Didn't you ever think that Lu Chen was the kind of person who only thought about taking leave every day and playing games?
Lu Chen thought about it and thought that if he could really keep taking leave and play the real cultivation game at home, it would seem... not bad!
Well, Old Chen, you have a really good eye for people, you guessed it right.
Should I think of a way to take more time off in the future? Forget it. If I really do that, Lao Chen might come to arrest me directly. It's better to maintain the status quo.
"Okay, classmate, our teacher here already knows your situation, you can go in."
"Thank you, uncle. Thanks for your help."
"You're welcome."
Lu Chen walked into the gate of No. 3 Middle School and looked up at this unfamiliar campus.
I hope I guessed correctly about how to activate the copy, otherwise it would be a wasted trip.
With this thought in mind, Lu Chen walked directly towards the depths of No. 3 Middle School.
His target...is directly the training room of No. 3 Middle School.
PS: Sorry, Fat Tiger has a head that feels a bit dizzy after catching a cold today, so the update is a little late today. This chapter has 4,000 words, so the two chapters are combined together.
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