Chapter 13

"Need not."

The tone is not even as good as talking to a spirit, He Jingtong said coldly.

The man touched his face in surprise, raised his eyebrows and said, "But you hesitated for a while before rejecting me."

"Don't you believe that I can deal with this monster?" Fu Zexun rubbed his fingertips, a half-smile on his lips.

He Jingtong, however, had turned his back to him and refocused his attention on the alien, perfectly playing the role of an innocent child who knew nothing about the current situation and did not want to be implicated by the existence of the monster.

At least in Fu Zexun's opinion, that's what He Jingtong was like.

What is the reality?

In reality, He Jingtong was thinking about how to kill this alien spirit in the shortest possible time.

From the moment he saw Fu Zexun, He Jingtong thought too much.

In the comic story, when the opponent truly shows his evil side, a large number of spirits do appear around him, and they are also drawn in the comic pages, but because the number is too large, some individual spirits are just numbers.

He Jingtong couldn't confirm whether this three-meter-tall spirit transformed from a third-grade elementary school student really existed.

The future is unpredictable and full of uncertainty for the prophet. In a situation where uncertainty is equal to danger, it is better to kill the alien spirit as soon as possible...

His thoughts were fleeting, and He Jingtong no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to test the spirits.

The invisible power of the soul flows through the body, but when the color that symbolizes power appears, it is not the indigo described in the plot, but a milky white that is different from other colors.

In an instant, He Jingtong's mind moved, and while still exerting his strength, he involuntarily tensed his body.

The huge spirit not far away actually revealed the characteristics of a third grader at this moment, and asked in a curious tone: "Why is your soul power white?"

He Jingtong felt like a thorn in his back.

The burning gaze from Fu Zexun behind him was like a flame, burning fiercely.

He Jingtong couldn't avoid it. To be more precise, after the milky white soul power appeared, he knew that he would definitely be targeted by this pervert.

You know, in the original plot, Fu Zexun also had his eyes on him.

The reason at that time was that he had the talent to instantly kill B-level alien spirits as soon as he awakened.

now……

It will only cause more trouble.

He Jingtong increased the power of his soul, and the milky white soul power enveloped the huge alien spirit. The invisible dangerous aura leaked out, but before the alien spirit could react and try to dodge, the power completely enveloped him... and killed him instantly.

The force was like a fishing net, encircling the alien. At the same time, its sharpness was like a knife, tearing the alien's entire body into pieces in an instant.

The child didn't even have time to scream. His bulging eyeballs seemed to still reveal doubts, but in the blink of an eye, the overly large body of the alien turned into gray dust.

When the summer night breeze blows, nothing is left.

He Jingtong turned around and looked back at Fu Zexun.

"I don't need you to help me solve it." The stiff body language and the thumb nail hanging at the side that pinched the middle finger unconsciously, this frame of the picture was easily intercepted and stored in the system space.

In the outside world, just like passers-by in the daytime who didn't dare to disturb He Jingtong when they saw him holding a mobile phone, his actions were naturally regarded as social phobia by Fu Zexun.

"Don't be so aggressive when you speak." Fu Zexun raised his hands slightly, slightly below the height of his chest.

This posture expresses helplessness and reveals one's own harmlessness.

Fu Zexun seemed not to notice He Jingtong's little move. He deliberately turned his eyes away, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, and then said: "Indeed, a stranger who suddenly appeared at this time symbolizes danger, but I am not a bad person."

He is seducing himself.

He Jingtong was very sure.

Fu Zexun was deliberately guiding him by saying the matching sentence: "Even a bad person can't say that he is a bad person."

He Jingtong cooperated.

The edges of his pupils, which were tinged with faint blue, appeared dark because they were facing against the orange street lights outside the school.

Fu Zexun couldn't see clearly, and didn't care. He just continued, "But if I was really a bad guy, I wouldn't be chatting with you here. If I wanted to do something, I would have done it a long time ago. Besides, I don't think there is a bad guy as good-looking as me."

He smiled, a look of contentment on his face.

"What is your purpose, or what do you want to say?" He Jingtong still put on a defensive posture.

Fu Zexun shrugged his shoulders, and the glasses on his nose slid down slightly, revealing his foxy eyes with slightly upturned corners. "What do you want to say... There are too many things, such as do you know what your power is? Do you know the scientific name of the monster not far away? Or... do you know the Elite Academy?"

Fu Zexun did not expect to get answers to the two questions. Although in his opinion, He Jingtong did not show any surprise, which was actually a response.

Especially after he stated the existence of the Elite Academy.

"It seems that what I said was correct. So you are a freshman in the Paranormal Department of the Academy of Talents this year?"

Fu Zexun noticed that He Jingtong stared at him again.

The man pushed the frame of his glasses and smiled, "What a coincidence! I'm one of the teachers at Elite Academy. My name is Fu Zexun."

"If you were a freshman this year, maybe I would teach your class. If nothing else, be polite to the teacher. But when I'm in a good mood, I will give you appropriate homework exemptions."

"No." He Jingtong said.

"What?"

Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong in surprise.

"Not a freshman, but a transfer student."

"…So you want to express yourself, but I won't lead you?" Fu Zexun said regretfully, "What a pity. But it doesn't matter, after all, we are from the same school, even though you are a student and I am a teacher."

"Come to think of it, you reacted well in the fight just now. Whether it was the ability test of the alien, or the agility of your movements in close combat, even when you used your power to kill the alien, it was perfect without wasting any power."

Fu Zexun was amazed in his heart: "It seems that I am lucky tonight. It was just a routine night patrol, but I found a new generation of genius."

Having said that, he tilted his head and looked at He Jingtong.

The young man, who thought he was in control of everything, deliberately created an opportunity for He Jingtong to respond.

Little did He Jingtong know that the response node would inevitably appear at this moment.

So I just said with a straight face: "There is no such thing as genius or no genius."

Fu Zexun is a "normal twister". In the plot, his existence symbolizes the beginning of the evil side of the boy.

Countless people died because of him. Even the incident in the plot where He Jingtong and Qi Xueyi almost broke up was also caused by him.

But that was all in the future. At the moment, He Jingtong was just an ordinary psychic science student who had not yet enrolled.

"The ghost has been dealt with. It's getting late. I'm going to go back and rest. Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu should also go back early."

The inexplicable pause indicated that it was difficult to call him teacher. Whether it was out of embarrassment or the so-called first impression of social phobia that had already been confirmed by Fu Zexun, He Jingtong's slightly awkward performance made Fu Zexun feel happy.

"But I have a lot to talk to you about."

"For example, did you suddenly awaken your power? And did you feel uncomfortable when fighting against the spirits? Also, the color of your soul power is something I have never seen before."

Fu Zexun sighed, and the sticky feeling like maltose reappeared: "I really want to get in close contact..."

After he finished speaking, Fu Zexun saw He Jingtong's expression change, so he smiled and said, "I mean that when your abilities improve in the future, you will have confrontation training with me as your teacher.

Having said that, he raised his right hand and glanced at his watch in the dim light, then smiled and said to He Jingtong again, "It's almost three o'clock in the morning, you should go back and rest.

"Also, I look forward to seeing you in the academy next semester.

Afterwards, Fu Zexun took a step back and left on his own initiative, giving He Jingtong enough sense of security.

Compared to the former's elegant, considerate, and even delicate performance, He Jingtong looked at Fu Zexun's gradually disappearing back and said seriously, "What a great performance.

At the same time, He Jingtong was also thinking, if the system was not a bystander but a participant, perhaps it would also ask at this time: When you say with a serious expression that Fu Zexun’s acting is really good, do you think you need to learn from him?

The answer is yes.

He Jingtong also had a smile on his face, but it was no longer that rigid standard smile, but instead had a hint of sweetness that was unique to Fu Zexun.

This kind of smile is temptation and mystery on an adult man, but on a teenager, it becomes the sunlight reflected in the puddle after the rain.

Warm and bright, yet not so untouchable as the real sun.

It is an external expression that perfectly matches He Jingtong's appearance, but has nothing to do with his essence.

He Jingtong turned off the pain-blocking function and returned to his apartment. While applying medicine to the wounds on his body, he reviewed the draft of the second chapter of the comic.

The first half of this clip is about what happened in the hospital.

The information about the supernatural that Qi Xueyi told was completely repeated. In addition, the comics also foreshadowed that He Jingtong had the ability to predict, but it was not revealed.

The body language and movements presented in the comics are so beautiful because the angle of the capture is so beautiful that one can even see He Jingtong sitting on the hospital bed with a hint of tears in his eyes.

In addition, He Jingtong emphasized in the picture that when the ghost girl's father was knocked to the ground by a punch, his face was full of disbelief and confusion.

The second half unceremoniously places Fu Zexun in the comics.

The comic was originally going to focus on the tense scenes of blood and violence when fighting with the monsters, but now only the monsters' original appearance as elementary school students are shown in the comics, and later they fill up the bathroom in the toilet, including the scene where the monsters are torn into pieces and disappear afterwards.

With appropriate explanations and dialogues, and the prophet's tense body, it is easy to form, prompting comic readers to look forward to detailed information about Fu Zexun himself in the next chapter.

Thank you Mr. Fu for that face.

He Jingtong seemed to have seen the huge amount of points Fu Zexun had brought him after the second episode was released. !