Chapter 125 Intuition

He Jingtong didn't have the nerve to say that An Lai deserved it.

He just said tactfully: "Not many psychics are willing to experience the feeling of being chased by alien spirits."

"But when faced with a danger that you can't resist, running away is always the best option." An Lai crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can under the table.

He turned his head and looked at He Jingtong, his eyes showing some seriousness: "Especially you."

"The A-spiritual master certificate issued to you by the academy is intended only to allow you to face A- and lower spirits. It is not intended to allow you to fight against A-, A+, or even S-level spirits that may appear in the future..."

An Lai turned his gaze back and fixed his eyes on the screen projected by Qu Shu.

The students looked as ferocious as they could be when they ran away, completely different from their previous high-spirited image.

Looking at this scene, An Lai said calmly: "Heroism is the most undesirable behavior for a spiritualist."

"Before the world knows about the existence of spirits, those who are protected by spirit masters will not be able to give spirit masters the honor they deserve."

"And at this moment, even though countless people already know about spirits and spiritual masters, there are still those who are the successors of the will of Peach Blossom Spring..."

An Lai suddenly half lowered his head, exhaled, and when he raised his head again, he looked straight into He Jingtong's dark eyes and said, "Sorry, we have unknowingly talked about something heavy."

"Just pretend I never said that."

Forcing He Jingtong to get rid of his habitual thinking of being a man-made spiritualist is a kind of cruelty. He was born and raised here, and denying this concept is equivalent to completely denying him as a person.

An Lai would not do that.

Moreover, why should He Jingtong give up that noble sense of responsibility?

He doesn't need to give up his kindness.

On the contrary, other people, such as adults like An Lai, should prevent teenagers like He Jingtong from taking on responsibilities that far exceed their personal abilities.

Thinking of this, An Lai raised his hand and motioned He Jingtong to look at the big screen, and said, "The game is about to end. Do you think there will be any other surprises in this first Alien Points Competition?"

He Jingtong followed his wishes and ignored those heavy words. He just said, "As a student participating in the competition, is it appropriate for me to know these things?"

"What does a person like you who is going to investigate the cause of the creation of aliens tomorrow have to do with the alien points grabbing competition?"

An Lai clasped his hands across his chest and spoke carelessly.

He Jingtong raised his hand to stop the game, then looked at the live projection of the game and said, "If the accident refers to that kind of picture——"

Earlier, Feng Yicheng inside the venue was using the power of the wind to suspend himself in the air. This kind of evasive ability, which could be called a cheat, made the group of people who were fighting for survival below curse.

The most exaggerated one is Gu Qi.

He was already badly injured, and was now dodging the pursuit of the A+ spirits while spitting blood. He also shouted to Feng Yicheng in the sky: "We are all contestants, why are you so outstanding!"

"If the candidates were not allowed to leave the competition venue, would you have flown out directly?!"

Feng Yicheng above replied very honestly: "When my wind is used to support myself, it can only make me float, it can't make me fly around."

Gu Qi: Myocardial infarction.jpg

Because the subtext of this sentence is like blatantly saying: If I could fly around and the competition venue allowed students to fly out, I would have left long ago.

Why are you still here? Do you have to limit yourself to escape? It only looks like you have a serious illness.

Although these words were all made up by Gu Qi, when he looked at the expressions of others, Gu Qi was sure that everyone at that moment thought the same as he did.

In response to this situation, Chi Qian couldn't help but comment: "How did he do it? With just his own strength, he made people of the same sex and the opposite sex dislike him?"

Bai Yuewen, the freshman who had taken the initiative to apologize to He Jingtong, was puzzled when she heard this and said, "Why do you have to use the terms homosexual and heterosexual?"

"As long as you understand him as a species that is fundamentally different from ours, wouldn't it make you feel better?"

Chi Qian showed a constipated expression: "No."

At this moment, Jian Zirui and Wei Qingjin also reunited in the chaos.

They both looked up at Feng Yicheng in the sky and narrowed their eyes...

Wei Qingjin: "I think my two-meter gun can actually be thrown like a javelin."

Jian Zirui: "What a coincidence. I think my sword is not bad either."

But before the two of them could act, the A+ spirit took action first.

Floating in the sky is no different from being a living target.

However, because there were too many students before, Feng Yicheng's action of floating in the sky became a blind spot in the vision of the alien spirit.

When the other students got used to the pursuit and ran more and more efficiently, the spirits naturally began to pay attention to the spiritual master in the sky who was at a fixed position and constantly exuding the fragrance of souls.

Looking at the scene where Feng Yicheng fell from the sky like a moth, people were filled with the following: “It feels good.” “Comfortable.” “Happy.” “I am equal and jealous of everyone who can fly.”

The sounds came one after another.

A few people who were familiar with the place rushed to the place where Feng Yicheng fell, and when they went to pick him up, they couldn't suppress the smiles on their faces.

"You deserve it."

"If you want to float, just float. Why don't you just find a corner and use the building to cover you? Why do you have to float in the middle of the open space and in the middle..."

"One of my teammates has the ability to taunt, but I think his ability characteristics are no match for your behavior and what you say."

"I just heard a student from Xuanxin say that after you return to school, it's best to sleep with your eyes closed at night."

Feng Yicheng still looked puzzled, and said to the people below: "I don't think I did anything."

But while he was talking, he used his ability to create a wind field after falling from a height of several dozen meters to two meters above the ground.

As he slowly fell from a height of two meters, he naturally opened his arms.

If the clothes he wore weren't Xuan Xin's school uniform, it wouldn't be strange for him to go directly to the set of a costume drama to play the male lead just based on his movements.

In response to what Feng Yicheng had just said, Wei Qingjin complained: "Did the person who put you in a sack before use a Jinke garbage bag?"

Feng Yicheng: "It's gray... It shouldn't be the bag you mentioned, right?"

Jian Zirui: "...Wei Qingjin means that Jin Ke La's packaging bag is waterproof."

Chi Qian also added: "The more comprehensive meaning is that you might accidentally get caught in the rain while being beaten, and your head happened to be covered by a waterproof bag..."

Gu Qi summed it up in one sentence: "Then a lot of water filled your brain."

Feng Yicheng: "I'm not, I don't."

"Who cares whether you have it or not?!" Gu Qi covered his chest, found a corner, and ran for his life.

During this time, the A+ alien spirit that had previously aimed at Feng Yicheng had already rushed towards this direction at a high speed.

It could be a coincidence, or it could be that when others were preparing to catch Feng Yicheng who fell from the sky, they exposed themselves.

When the A+ alien spirit rushed towards Feng Yicheng, it brought out four more A+.

Five A+ spirits caught up with the five people equally...

What He Jingtong and An Lai saw was the movement of five people stepping out of the shadows.

Fortunately, the countdown is almost over.

After the five-second countdown was over, the electronic spirits that were still chasing the students all turned into blue dots of light and disappeared.

To ordinary people who don't know the deeper meaning of this action, it only means that the spirits can be controlled.

It also means that the competition is conducted within a safe range.

But in the eyes of some people who knew about the existence of spirits and spiritual masters long ago, An Lai, who could create electronic spirits...

Did Fu Zexun create artificial spirits based on An Lai's abilities? Or did An Lai create electronic spirits based on the artificial spirits created by Fu Zexun?

No matter which one it is, it means that An Lai is extremely dangerous.

What he said before about controllable and uncontrollable made many people agree that the so-called uncontrollable ones refer to the captured alien spirits.

But what no one expected was that even A+ was still an electronic spirit.

If he could create a large number of electronic spirits and use them as combat force, it would only make people feel that Fu Zexun's behavior of turning humans into spirits and trying to use artificial spirits to fight against natural spirits during his lifetime was even more ridiculous.

At this moment, the alien spirit Su Qing, who was hiding in the experimental base and watching the live broadcast on TV, was also using this excuse to mock the alien spirit Fu Zexun.

"Don't you think you were ridiculous before? You wanted to create an artificial necromancer, but it already existed. Then you wanted to create an artificial alien spirit and use it to fight alien spirits, but now you have created an electronic alien spirit..."

"Were you a joke spirit in your previous life? That's why you can do so many funny things in this life."

"Is your brain imprisoned along with your original son Su Xu?"

The alien spirit Fu Zexun is reading the cooperation letter handed over by He Yuchen.

Every word between the lines is true. Cooperating with the alien spirit Fu Zexun is already giving him face.

Not to mention that he didn't bring back his father who had transformed into a spirit from the place of execution.

The alien spirit Fu Zexun laughed when he saw this. He was mocking He Yuchen in the distance and also mocking the alien spirit Su Qing.

He put down the letter and looked at the arrogant spirit, with a scornful smile on his face: "What does Fu Zexun have to do with me?"

"I am just a spirit that was given his name—"

"I have all his memories, and I was born out of his sin. I admit all of this, but it never means that I am him."

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Let's talk about the other side.

After the game finally ended, Jian Zirui walked out of the stadium, feeling her heart beating violently in her chest, while taking the wet towel from Qi Xueyi's hand.

Jian Zirui put the towel on her face. After more than ten seconds, she put it down, revealing her face whose fever had been calmed down.

She said: "I always feel that it is necessary to deliberately exercise my physical strength in the future. Although under normal circumstances, A+ is not so easy to come by."

"So, is this all you want to say now?" Qi Xueyi took the towel from her hand, bent down and soaked it again in the basin at his feet.

While squeezing out the water from the towel, the white-haired man raised his head and said with a frown, "First place?"

After a brief moment of daze, Jian Zirui quickly turned around and looked at the big screen.

Although the score displayed to the right of her name is no longer significantly higher than the first place, she still firmly holds the first place.

Jian Zirui's face showed surprise, joy, but more importantly, a feeling of relief.

As a freshman in high school, she was able to defeat a group of third-year students in the school, which was enough to make Jian Zirui proud.

But what she thought was, fortunately it was done.

Otherwise, the dictatorial behavior of putting He Jingtong in the first competition would only appear excessive and hegemonic.

Just do it...

She said this in her heart, but she muttered, "So this competition is really only scored according to A-level and below spirits?"

"Why do you say that?" Qi Xueyi handed the towel to Jian Zirui again.

At this time, He Jingtong, who was holding a bottle of room-temperature water in his hand, gently turned the bottle cap to make it half open, and placed it in Jian Zirui's palm.

"During the match, I was wondering if there would be any hidden points for killing an A+ alien. Especially when Gu Qihun was covered in blood."

"Oh, by the way, Cheng Yu's teacher might ask Qi Xueyi to help treat his injuries later..."

As soon as Jian Zirui finished speaking, an adult with the word "Chengyu" embroidered on the edge of his chest pocket really came over.

Jian Zirui shrugged and let Qi Xueyi be called away with a reluctant look on his face.

Baimao especially doesn't like to listen to things and only listens half way.

Jian Zirui's shrugging gesture meant that she didn't mean to leave things halfway through.

After drinking half a bottle of water, Jian Zirui finally came to her senses. She told He Jingtong what she had just said: "The blood on Gu Qihun's body looked like a deliberate act."

The premise that a spiritual master can retreat is that he is truly unable to resist. Retreating is equivalent to avoiding unnecessary casualties.

Under these conditions, Gu Qi really looked like she was acting.

It was as if the students were being asked to weigh whether the situation at the time allowed them to retreat.

Jian Zirui roughly expressed her thoughts: "In short, I really thought for a moment that those who did not retreat would get extra points, while those who retreated would lose points."

"If someone else were to commentate on this match, there might be hidden points. But if it were Mr. Anlai, such things wouldn't exist." He Jingtong took out a few meatballs wrapped in tin foil as if by magic.

"This is what I tried to make before. It may not taste as good as yours, but it is OK for replenishing your energy. It's not dinner time yet, so you should fill your stomach first."

Jian Zirui accepted it and thanked him: "Thank you. But why do you say that?"

"It's just an intuition." He Jingtong looked at Jian Zirui and smiled. Jian Zirui understood immediately.

There is no such thing as intuition.

The only reason programmers don't do this is because it's too much trouble and unnecessary.

When forty-five out of ninety people are destined to be eliminated, setting up hidden points will only make everything more troublesome.

Different students have different abilities in the same competition, so you can't blame others if you can't score any points.

But if the so-called hidden points appear——

What about those who are powerful enough but are hidden and squeezed out?

How can we expect a group of high school students to have such a high level of self-sacrifice that they are willing to sacrifice their lives to save others?

An Lai would only find it outrageous.

It's hard enough to deal with He Jingtong alone, and now there's a group of...

Let the programmer go, his head will really go bald.

Jian Zirui glanced at An Lai's hairline and tightened the balls in her hand. She asked He Jingtong in a low voice: "Are there any black sesame balls in here?"

"……have."

An Lai looked puzzled when he received the meatballs.

But he still took it and said very seriously: "Thank you. How did you know I was a little hungry?"

Jian Zirui smiled and said, "Explanation is a job that requires your brain to work at high speed. It's normal for you to be hungry."

An Lai just took it as it was.

After Jian Zirui returned to her original position, He Jingtong coughed and said with some shame, "Recently, Teacher An Lai has indeed been working all night to handle various matters."

The Prophet even always adds to his work.

"It's not a big deal. Next time I will prepare some black sesame meatballs regularly and send them to him."

"Thank you for that."

There was a chill not far away.

The programmer just thought he was being manipulated by some shabby student being hunted by an electronic ghost.

Small problem.

An Lai checked the students' points and said, "Today's game should have lasted a little longer."

"Originally, the match was scheduled to be broadcast live for a whole day. Now it seems that the afternoon can be used for replays."

"That's not bad." Qu Shu said weakly, "I need to rest. Even though I didn't participate in the commentary, I still feel drained."

Xiang Li Xingqing opened a bottle of sweet drink and placed it in her hand, then said, "At first I thought you would be more concerned about the fact that only one person was left in the first grade."

The drink bottle held in Qu Shu's hand suddenly made a squeezing sound.

She stared at him and said word by word: "Is there such a thing?"

"They are still freshmen, so don't expect too much. Freshmen are just getting to know the world, so be sensible."

"I can't think straight." Qu Shu took a deep breath.

Her side-low ponytail even drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Let's practice more. I'm free this afternoon and I'll write a plan for extra practice when I get back."

Xiang Li Xingqing: “…” I’m sorry, students.

The first day of the Alien Points Competition ended in joy.

Although the first-year students who were informed that they would start extra practice after the multi-school competition did not think so.

First morning

He Jingtong, who was participating in the mission to investigate the cause of the generation of supernatural beings, gathered with other people who were also participating in the mission.

Contrary to what we had imagined, students who were not participating in the competition might not come, today all participants were present.

Not long after the first match was announced, Wei Qingjin told Jian Zirui, "It's a pity that Feng Yicheng ranked 40th. If his two teammates hadn't dragged down his points, it would have been impossible for him to be eliminated in the first round."

Jian Zirui turned around and told her, "It's really hard to say."

"But I don't care about this too much." Her eyes were clear. "Compared to whether Feng Yicheng will be eliminated early, I care more about my teammate He Jingtong."!