Chapter 120 Harsh Words

"I think it's more appropriate for me to go."

After returning to the apartment, Qi Xue—as soon as he entered the entrance area, he held his chin and said.

He was afraid that his two teammates would snatch it from him, so he gave a reason: "The first requirement is to challenge a spirit that is one level stronger than you. I am only B+ level at the moment, and even if I really need to face someone stronger than me, I am only A-."

"Even if I can't guarantee victory, it's definitely easier for me to go."

Jian Zirui shook her head and said, "In theory, it does seem to be true, but He Jingtong is not good at investigating the causes and consequences of supernatural phenomena. Since the first grade, he has never had the time."

All kinds of things have never stopped before.

"So I think you should take part in the first survey, and I'll choose the second cross-level challenge. The first one will go to He Jingtong, and he will have to grab as many points as possible in the limited time."

"This is more appropriate..."

"But I think I'm more suitable for challenging opponents of higher levels," He Jingtong said. "As for fighting, I'm also quite experienced."

"Absolutely not!"

"If you challenge someone of a higher level, it will most likely make you even more spiritual. I won't allow it."

Qi Xue—and Jian Zirui spoke at the same time.

"Jian Zirui and I do have reason to compete with each other, but you...you absolutely can't!" Qi Xuezhi said bluntly.

"Same reason as above." Jian Zirui echoed, "You can only choose between killing the alien spirits and investigating them."

"If you really don't have any investigative experience, I wouldn't even consider you." Jian Zirui said seriously.

He Jingtong said in a faint voice: "...I feel like I'm being excluded."

"You are excluded." Qi Xueyi glanced at He Jingyi, then turned to look at Jian Zirui, "Whoever we say is right, so let's draw lots."

"Use your phone to pick a random number between one and one hundred. Odd numbers pick me, even numbers pick you."

Jian Zirui took out her cell phone and said, "Okay."

Finally, the random number given is 81.

"It looks like this one belongs to me." Qi Xueyi showed a hint of pride on his face, "Let me show you two what a therapeutic tug-of-war is!"

Jian Zirui's eyes gradually straightened, and she stared at him with half-moon eyes and said, "You'd better pray. The cross-level challenge project does not require time."

Qi Xueyi suddenly looked choked.

He Jingtong pointed at himself and his two teammates and said, "So, the situation now is, me, you, and him."

Jian Zirui showed a hesitant expression: "No, I need to think about it again." Looking at the current project, most of the students would acquiesce to the fact that they cannot succeed in challenging opponents of higher levels.

In other words, pressure will be applied to both - and -.

Fortunately, when it comes to investigating intelligence, efficiency is not something you can achieve just by thinking about it.

On the other hand, eventually the pressure will pile up to -.

Ninety people, going to snatch an unknown number of alien spirits, and points are calculated based on the number of kills...

This will only force students who choose this program to fight with all their might.

But He Jingtong obviously no longer has the conditions to give his all.

So what?

Be prepared for failure in Qi Xue--and the premise that He Jingtong will not be able to get a high score in the survey...

There seems to be nothing wrong with thinking this way.

"I choose -, you choose one." Jian Zirui finally felt that it would be more appropriate for her to take the responsibility.

"But as you just said, I don't have the experience to investigate the causes of the birth of supernatural beings." He Jingtong pointed out the facts.

"It's okay." Jian Zirui waved her hand. She looked up at her two teammates, and a long-lost arrogance like a proud sun appeared on her face.

"Seriously, you've never seen my swordsmanship before, right?"

"That is a sword technique that even Teacher Jing Yunsong praised as excellent."

After these words were spoken, He Jingtong understood.

"That's it," the boy exhaled softly, "Although I've never had the opportunity to do a serious investigation before, I think I may not be that stupid."

"And there's still some time until tomorrow," He Jingtong turned his head to look at the darkening sky outside the window, the last rays of sunset reflected in his eyes.

He Jingtong turned around and said to his two teammates, "I can also use this time to investigate the abilities of students from other schools and accumulate experience."

"Together?" Qi Xue-said.

Jian Zirui nodded and said, "I can also tell you about some of my investigation experiences and habits."

He Jingtong laughed and said, "That's not necessary."

He shook his phone.

18 tiny shots were projected onto the lit screen.

"I originally just wanted to see how many people paid attention to the promotion of this competition. I didn't expect that the live broadcast would start today."

He Jingtong casually clicked on a lens, and the interface of one-eighteenth expanded to the entire phone in a blink of an eye.

It was a coincidence that I clicked on the screen.

The person being broadcast live was the one who asked the same question as He Jingtong.

At this time, that person's teammate happened to talk about the item allocation.

"So now, among us, the strongest Feng Yicheng chooses to kill aliens to gain points, and I, the weakest, will challenge opponents of higher levels." The person who spoke looked at Feng Cheng.

The person being stared at was wearing a blue and white school uniform, but unlike his companions, he had a few extra buttons on the cuffs of his clothes.

At this time, Feng Yicheng heard his teammates' words, his eyes flashed, and he said: "In Yingcai's grade, the only one worth looking at is He Jingtong. Let him take on a higher-level challenge. Yingcai may not be able to provide that level of spirits. As for the investigation..."

"I don't think a freshman transfer student would have enough investigation experience. Unless Jian Zirui wants to hold two teammates back by herself, He Jingtong will only play Challenge 1."

"Let me try to see how strong he is, with the soul power reserve of an A-level cleric and the ability to use his realm beyond his level."

Another teammate of Feng Yicheng also said: "It's impossible for him not to go to challenge the first one. At least I can't imagine the scene of two boys dragging down a girl."

The fans of He Jing who saw this live broadcast could not help but look at each other in surprise.

"'A girl', that's a really interesting way of putting it." Jian Zirui said in a low voice.

"What do you mean by burden or not?" Qi Xueyi said seriously, "It's obvious that he believes Jian Zirui can lead us both."

After a brief joke, Qi Xueyi got back to business: "However, if Feng Yicheng is preparing to win first place in this competition, then choosing to snipe He Jingtong is indeed the most reasonable choice."

Jian Zirui also commented: "Whether it is close combat or the strong control of the first-direction characteristic of lightning, He Jingtong's own combat power, even without relying on the realm, he can also rank at the top."

"Anyone who wants to get ahead in this game will definitely want to know him."

"It's just the result..."

As a result, one or two of them guessed wrong.

The three of them were still thinking about how to avoid being eliminated in the first round. However, others were thinking about how to understand He Jingtong's strength in advance in this long-lasting competition.

"...I hope that students from other schools won't think of me as someone who is playing the pig to eat the tiger or something like that."

Along with He Jingtong's weak voice, the laughter of Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui also rang out in the living room.

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First day.

The eleventh arrived as expected.

Since the activities were carried out at the same time, Qu Shu and Xiang Li Xingqing who claimed to be NPCs, as well as An Lai who had not appeared for a while... this person served as an event NPC at the same time.

An Lai is facing the challenge of management, Qu Shu is dealing with the problem of investigating supernatural events, and Xiang Li Xingqing is facing the challenge of managing and controlling people at a higher level.

The teacher also found that He Jingtong performed exceptionally well when he was lining up in the team led by Qu Shu.

It's just very strange.

He Jingtong and Investigation——

This doesn't seem like anything that would connect.

An Lai even said, "I thought you would participate in the activities managed by me, the NPC."

He Jing's fan team is too typical.

When many teachers do not think about the details, their thoughts are He Jingtong, Qi Xueyi, and Jian Zirui.

Familiar teachers all behave like this, not to mention other people from other schools.

In addition to Feng Yicheng from Xuanxin who frowned, a girl named Wei Qingjin from another high school called Shu Ren also looked confused.

She said something to her teammates, then left the queue and walked towards He Jingtong.

Wei Qingjin had an aloof and indifferent demeanor, and his voice was also cold and clear: "Excuse me, but could you tell me why you chose the first option?"

The straightforward questioning style also received a straightforward response.

He Jingtong smiled gently and said, "I decided this after discussing with my teammates and making comprehensive considerations."

"And if you are looking forward to meeting me in Project 1... I think my teammate Jian Zirui will also be able to show you the strength of a first-year student in the Elite Paranormal Department."

Wei Qingjin stared at He Jingtong's eyes for a few seconds, but he didn't see any dissatisfaction in those black eyes.

"You're not really good at research," she said.

"But if a spiritualist only does what he is good at, then he will only become a tool to destroy strange spirits." He Jingtong replied, but saw a hint of astonishment in Wei Qingjin's pupils.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to preach." He Jingtong thought that his words were arrogant in some ways, "This is just my own idea."

"The prophet's thoughts?" Wei Qingjin lowered his eyes, looking thoughtful.

But then her teammates started calling her.

Wei Qingjin hurriedly left a message: "I'm sorry to bother you. I hope I can fight you in the next round of competition."

Not far away, the man who claimed to be the weakest in Feng Yicheng's team smiled with his eyes crooked.

"Wei Qingjin from Shu Ren even threatened you before you did. You are nothing like that. Except when you are facing your teammates, you speak ten words in a row as if you are going to kill yourself."

Feng Yicheng hummed, "It's unnecessary to make harsh remarks before the game."

After saying this, he stared at He Jingtong fiercely for a while, then turned and walked towards An Lai.

In front of the programmer was a table covered with red cloth, on which was a signature paper. At that time, Feng Yicheng wrote his name in the signature area with a grimace. Some Xuanxin students who knew him said from behind: "Just now, for a moment, I thought Feng Yicheng would ignore his teammates and decisively run towards Teacher Qu Shu."

"Ahem, me too."

He Jingtong didn't hear any of this. After writing down his name on the list to be reviewed by Qu Shu, he looked at his two teammates who had also registered.

Cui Tong also appeared again and explained that each competition would last for one day and they were not related to each other, but each event would also last for fourteen hours.

When Qi Xue heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

A wet nurse is never afraid of a protracted war, but she is afraid that the war may not last that long.

But there is one bad thing...

"Activity 1 and Activity 2 cannot be carried out at the same time. Wouldn't it be much more troublesome for the investigation team to explore the causes and consequences of the birth of the supernatural spirit?" Chi Qian crossed his arms over his chest.

Su Yu beside her also added: "Or, will the ghosts killed by the investigation team be replenished later?"

Lu Shaoyuan, another teammate of Yi, also said: "In such a large-scale competition, stability will definitely be given priority. If some spirits with the potential for breakthroughs are added, it will only create additional trouble."

"At least from my perspective, I don't think teachers would make that choice."

"You guessed it right." An Lai nodded, "Why else do you think I would act as one of the event NPCs?"

"——This seems more suitable for another first-grade teacher."

"But unfortunately, the alien you are fighting this time is not a real alien, but an electronic alien created by me."

An Lai crossed his hands and propped up his chin. "From what I know, the other two NPCs said a lot yesterday. Today, it seems like it's my turn to speak."

He drew out the sound.

"Electronic ghosts are fake ghosts created by editing reality. They have the same uncertainty as ghosts, and are dangerous, chaotic and sinful."

"But their biggest advantage is that they are full of controllable things."

Perhaps An Lai felt it was a bit painful to rest his chin on his crossed knuckles, so he spread his hands out again.

"As long as you know, most of the spirits used in this event are data created by me. In addition, this competition is a battle of blood and fireworks, so there will still be completely uncontrollable spirits released into the competition."

"Your mission is not to kill it, but to prevent it from causing great damage."

"I believe you must have a lot of questions in your mind when you hear this. After all, we have always hinted to you that killing a large number of alien spirits requires the premise of 'fighting hard'."

"The facts are not irrelevant..."

An Lai stood up, raised his right hand and pointed his finger at the teaching buildings used by the Psychic Department.

"That place is your battlefield."

He looked as if he was saying, if the building is damaged, you won't be able to attend class.

"Okay, that's all I have to say about this."

An Lai took a bottle of mineral water from the table covered with a red cloth.

After drinking half a bottle, he told the 90 people who were participating in the spirit scoring activity, "Let me see how you are prepared for this activity."!