Chapter 137 Finals

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[Alas! The alien Fu Zexun is really evil all the way to the end. ]

[Main poster: Please note that this post is not meant to criticize the character, but to have a reasonable discussion on what kind of character the alien spirit Fu Zexun is, and what kind of existence He Jingtong is to him. ]

[1: Undoubtedly a villain, a villain who conducts human experiments. When he was a human, he was already a mad dog in human form. After he stopped being a human, he simply became emotional when he saw something. 】

[2: As for what He Jingtong is to the spirit Fu Zexun... When Fu Zexun was still a human, it would be more complicated and philosophical. But now Fu Zexun is no longer a human. In his spirit state, all he has is the cause and effect that makes him jealous of the spirits.]

[3: But to be honest, Lao Zei is good at drawing the image of each character. Whether it is Fu Zexun, whose human state is already very distorted, or Fu Zexun, the ghost who is full of weirdness after he is no longer a human, the black and white colors are really eye-catching. ]

[4: It’s already 4720, and people nowadays probably don’t follow their appearances to judge their values, so no matter how good-looking the alien Fu Zexun is, I still hope he dies soon.]

[5: Such a villain who understands human nature, even if he is a bad guy, still has the charm of a villain. I hope the old thief will not whitewash Fu Zexun, because if he does, the character's charm will be completely lost. ]

【6: The people who replied to me above are all dumbfounded. Fu Zexun is already dead, and the one left is the alien Fu Zexun. 】

【7: It’s boring if you focus on the details.

But to be honest, I like Fu Zexun because he is bad.

I want to see him die, I want to see him being stepped on, I want to see him being abused, I want to see him in despair.

That's probably my mentality. But when I think about the possibility that He Jingtong will be implicated if he encounters these things, I wonder if there is some kind of meteorite summoning technique, or divine punishment from the sky, to kill him with thunder...】

【8: I really want to know whether He Jingtong will become a spirit. 】

[9: I seem to have gone off topic again without realizing it, but it seems that going off topic in the "Occult" forum has become a common occurrence, hahahaha.]

[10: Anyway, the building is crooked, let me say something quietly. If Qi Xueyi gives up on Qi Yuan in the future, what will happen to He Jingtong...]

【11: Damn, for the question about the tenth floor, I don’t know how to approach it.】

【12: Now I am trying to urge the old thief to update the next chapter as soon as possible.】

[13: If Qi Xueyi really chose He Jingtong, even if He Jingtong would not consider the alien Qi Yuan from a human perspective, he would definitely consider Qi Xueyi's complex emotions when making the decision.

To put it bluntly, isn't there a saying that one should not interfere with fate? People who spy on fate can also choose to watch their fate come true as predicted.

The result of trying to change is equivalent to that only He Jing has experienced the same bad thing.

The choice Qi Xueyi faced afterwards was just about himself, but it was also extended to He Jingtong.

【14: I have a different view from the above. The old thief has mentioned twice the negative emotions of He Jingtong and the alien spirit, namely his arrogance and his selfishness.

From this perspective, He Jingtong must have other original sins as well.

If He Jingtong was a living person, a spirit with all the bad qualities of human beings, then he would most likely be happy about Qi Xueyi's decision later.

But his happiness did not come from being chosen, but from the fact that his soul had been transformed...

He Jingtong, who is completely human, is like a saint, without any disease. The education he received, the way he behaves, and the roots of his character all make him that kind of person.

But such a person is too fake... so fake that he becomes a ghost. From our point of view, we can no longer tell whether this is a good or bad outcome. 】

【15: So the drawing of "Alien" is indeed very good. 】

【16: If I put up a banner at the door of the old thief's house, would he update more chapters?】

[17: When I saw the 14th floor, I felt really depressed. I felt that even if it had been a long time, I would still be able to remember that there was such a world, and there was such a person who went from a saint to a fallen person...]

[18: But is He Jingtong, who has become a spirit, still He Jingtong? ]

【19: But even if He Jingtong really became a spirit, we cannot accept that he is hated by the whole world. Even his own original body does not accept the existence of the spirit He Jingtong.

The supernatural is the reverse of the spirit. The root of the spirit is always the soul. Is it possible that the spirit is not that extreme? It is not just the sin of mankind, but like a mirror image, the other side of mankind? 】

【20: My friend above, I am seriously replying to you - do you think it is wrong for humans to study medicine to cure diseases and study genes to increase lifespan?

Definitely not.

Is it wrong to pursue eternal life? Definitely not, right?

From this logical perspective, have you noticed that if you believe that spirits are just another side of human beings, then your understanding will only be infinitely close to He Yuchen, his father, and those other Peach Blossom Spring experimenters who are either in prison or have been sentenced to death...

Lifting the pot lid to save life, I am not saying that this kind of cognition will definitely be used for human experiments, I just want to express my thoughts. Strong desire to survive.jpg】

[21: When I first watched "Oddity", I was already very concerned about the fact that the aliens would retain the memories of their original bodies.

If after you die, all your memories and behavioral logic are copied into another machine or cloned body, does that count as resurrection?】

【22: I don’t know why, but looking at this building makes me a little scared.】

[23: Because your and my cognitive abilities are changing from the cognition that He Jingtong firmly believes that ghosts are the afterimages of humans.]

[24: From the perspective of comic readers, the initial incident with Jiang Nan has already shown the irreversible result of his transformation into a spirit.]

[25: Let me tell you something heart-warming. Compared to He Jingtong being able to successfully reverse his fate in the end, I even hope that he can truly become a spirit. Otherwise, it would be very unfair, Jiang Nan is not favored by fate, but He Jingtong becomes an exception...]

[26: I don’t know how to get back upstairs… I feel like everything is weird, but I can’t put my finger on it.]

[27: But the problem is that He Jingtong didn't choose to kill Jiang Nan on his own initiative. It was because Jiang Nan knew that after he became a spirit, He Jingtong, who had just become a spiritualist and even just came into contact with the school, could not solve the problem of the spirit Jiang Nan, so he took the initiative to sacrifice himself to save others.

In addition, the deaths of more than a hundred people in the mall were also a conclusion that fate had already determined.

I am a group fan, so even if it is trash like Fu Zexun, from the perspective of a spectator, I can still find the charm of his character. But if I were He Jingtong's toxic fan, I would just kick him on the 25th floor. 】

[28:25F's tone is as if to say that if He Jingtong is finally saved and successfully reverses his transformation into a spirit, it would be like being favored by fate.]

[29: I finally understood why I felt something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He Jingtong? Favored by fate? I can understand each word separately, but when they are put together, I just think (subway, old man, mobile phone.jpg)]

【30: When has fate ever favored him? He has simply been oppressed by fate time and time again, and then fought back with all his might, staring at fate in exhaustion and trauma.

Sorry, I dragged the text :)

If fate is a tangible thing, He Jingtong would not want to be suppressed by fate, but he would not be able to control it.

And if fate is an intangible thing that can only be observed but not faced directly, then He Jingtong will only play the role of a bystander.

But in He Jingtong's eyes, there might not be any concept of fate. He just didn't want the bad result that would happen to his companions to happen.

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…

Another day passed and the sky brightened.

The winner of the island race was sent out of the diving space at the last second of the forty-eight hours.

This was a race with only 17 winners.

After two days, two nights and forty-eight hours, only 17 people were left out of the 180.

The number of winners is less than one-tenth.

After all the winners were brought out, Lao Cui said that the students could return to the lounge to wash up and rest for the day, as the final round would officially start tomorrow.

He Jingtong also returned to the apartment.

After tidying up, He Jingtong sat on the sofa and slowly wiped his wet hair with a towel. The water falling from the ends of his hair was also absorbed by the towel.

Qi Xueyi rushed out of his room at this time. When he found He Jingtong sitting in the living room, the white-haired boy said happily: "Sister Liu Shuyu said that she found something that can appropriately relieve your condition."

"She has brought something with her and is now at the school gate. She asked me to pick it up."

Qi Xue explained everything in detail: "But just now she told me that she has something to deal with and needs to go to the scene in person. The situation is also quite urgent, so it is not convenient for her to go directly to the school... It is too troublesome to go back and forth to register."

"Ahem...By the way, do you want to eat anything?" Qi Xueyi calmed down his happy mood and made some ineffective preparations for himself.

After making all the preparations, I realized that I was too hasty and should have brought the product over and tested it to make sure it was effective before telling He Jingtong the good news.

Otherwise, you might have expectations but end up disappointed...

I always feel sad.

Qi Xueyi thought about his reckless behavior, rubbed his nose and said, "After I get the things, I can make a detour to the school supermarket."

“Do you have any preferred flavors for snacks and drinks?”

The topic changed so quickly that He Jing didn't even get a word in before Qi Xueyi started talking: "The new cherry blossom flavored potato chips taste good and are not too sweet. They are made to look like cherry blossoms, even though cherry blossoms are fragrance-free."

Sometimes, Qi Xueyi always makes people feel his chatterboxness unexpectedly.

He Jingtong put down the towel, looking helpless: "Just bring something you like, I'm generally not picky about food, as long as it doesn't taste like coriander or watercress, it's fine."

"Okay then." Qi Xueyi put on his slippers and prepared to go out. As he bent down to put on his shoes, he was still mumbling, "Chi Qian sent me a message before recommending the salt-pickled tangerine peel in the school supermarket. I think Jian Zirui might be able to eat some if I buy some back..."

"You should go quickly, otherwise it might not be good to let Liu Shuyu... wait too long." He Jingtong did not address Liu Shuyu in response to his address.

Just now, He Jingtong wanted to ask Qi Xueyi why he called Liu Shuyu sister. However, once the question was posed, he realized that Uncle San and Liu Shuyu were teammates and peers, so it would be better for them to call each other by their own name.

Just call me sister.

Otherwise, calling me auntie... would just mean that I am not dying fast enough.

One hour later.

Qi Xueyi came back carrying a big bag of snacks and a brocade box wrapped in red cloth.

Jian Zirui just walked out of the room, preparing to ask the two of them whether they wanted to go to the cafeteria for lunch or cook something in the kitchen.

Then I saw a pile of snacks that filled the table.

"…Is this a celebration for both He Jingtong and I making it to the final round?"

"Not really." Qi Xueyi waved his hands. "Rather than celebrating you entering the next round, I would rather celebrate any one of you who can take first place."

"I can't guarantee that." Jian Zirui knew very well that this competition was full of hidden talents.

There were too many strong peers. Among the 270 people, Jian Zirui thought she was above average. But among the 17 people, she just felt like she was average.

"By the way, do you have snacks at noon? I came out to ask you what you had for lunch." Jian Zirui doesn't eat meatballs every day.

Habits are habits, whether it is simple vegetarian food or extremely delicious and fragrant dishes, Jian Zirui does not make it difficult for herself.

Especially——

"I heard that recently a young master in the general department felt that the food in the cafeteria was too bad, so he specially invited a retired state banquet chef to be the cafeteria coach."

"That's great!" Qi Xueyi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Then let's go to the cafeteria and save the snacks for afternoon tea in the afternoon. Besides, this pile doesn't look like we can finish it in one day..." He coughed pretendingly.

He Jingtong threw towels and other clothes into his personal washing machine, turned on the water and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria."

All three of them had forgotten the statue in the brocade box.

Although Jian Zirui didn't know it, He Jingtong had already gotten used to Qi Xueyi's topic jumping and could always pick up the end of his words accurately.

Eat and drink enough.

On the way back, I was also amazed at the food, saying that it was worthy of being taught by a state banquet chef.

Fantasizing about the paradise days of lying among the snacks in the afternoon, Qi Xueyi finally picked up the statue in the brocade box.

He spoke the topic lightly, taking advantage of the satisfaction and comfort after eating and drinking to his heart's content. He just said that maybe what he said might have some effect on He Jingtong, so he went back and gave it a try.

There was no mention at all that one third of He Jingtong's soul was no longer human.

This is Qi Xueyi's detail.

He Jingtong and Jian Zirui also understood, and after returning, they took out the statue of some unknown deity. After putting the things in place, He Jingtong said with a sense of realization: "It should have some effect."

This picture in the comics intensifies the contrast between light and dark. The extreme words that constantly disturb He Jingtong and cannot be seen by others also seem to be faded and diluted.

It was visibly apparent to the naked eye that He Jingtong looked a little more relaxed.

Qi Xueyi suddenly coughed, followed by a heavy breath.

Just now, his two teammates discovered that he had been holding his breath.

Jian Zirui patted him on the back in disdain and said, "Are you some kind of new-age idiot? You can't hold it in until your face turns red before you react."

"This is called high concentration, just to focus on the key points." Qi Xueyi explained confidently.

I will never admit that I am a fool...

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In the evening, the statue was brought into He Jingtong's room.

Placed on top of the desk, there is a special base underneath the statue.

After making it stable, Qi Xueyi sniffed and was satisfied after confirming that the air in He Jingtong's room was fresher than outside.

He even said, "It would be nice to get another one, one for the living room and one for the bedroom."

Jian Zirui was holding the can of salted tangerine peel in her hand. While checking the ingredient list, she complained without thinking: "Why don't you be brave enough and think of a few more. In addition to the bedroom and the living room, you can also let He Jingtong carry one with him. Give one to me and one to you, and make a backup for He Jingtong..."

"I have thought about it, but it's not practical."

After Qi Xueyi returned to the living room, he unpacked the cherry-flavored potato chips that he had recommended.

A sweet scent wafts out, and it really does look like pink flowers. Everything is beautiful.

The piles of snacks disappeared quickly, and the trash cans that were originally empty gradually filled up. The TV remote control remained strong and intact after being robbed many times. Even the sky outside the window turned from day to night.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the channel that was broadcasting the ancient idol drama with tragic love stories also played the soothing, affectionate, yet very sad ending theme song.

He Jingtong told Qi Xueyi: "It's almost time to rest. We have a competition tomorrow."

An hour before he said this, at nine o'clock in the evening, Jian Zirui had already returned to her room to rest.

"Good luck in the competition!"

"Yeah." He Jingtong nodded and took out Qi Xueyi's name tag from his pocket.

After the game, Lao Cui did not ask the winner to hand over the spoils.

After all, to some extent, a name tag engraved with the names of other peers can be considered a badge of honor for students.

"This is your name tag," He Jingtong said. "We didn't want your name tag to fall into other people's hands, so during the game, Jian Zirui and I took it back."

"To put it more sensationally, if you can't protect the brand name, we will help you protect it."

"And to put it more bluntly, it means that we will not allow your brand to fall into the hands of others."

He Jingtong smiled after he finished speaking, and seemed to find this statement interesting.

Qi Xueyi deliberately put on an exaggerated expression and said, "I knew you two loved me so much! Everyone in the world has white hair, and you're right!"

He Jingtong looked at him, and his smiling face instantly turned straight, and he even took a step back very deliberately.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything. Bye."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant that it's normal for someone like me to be favored. Even if it's someone of the same sex... it feels wrong."

Just as Qi Xueyi fell into deep thought, he noticed that He Jingtong had already reached the stairs, looking like he was ready to go upstairs to his room at any time.

He quickly added: "Anyway, you know that's not what I meant!"

"And..." Qi Xueyi slowed down his speech.

His teammates also stopped and listened to him.

Qi Xueyi's eyes were as clear as spring water, and he said, "Don't worry, if you are a boat floating on the sea, then we are the ropes that pull you and will never let you sink in the sea."

"I'll heal you, I promise."

After Qi Xueyi finished speaking, he smiled and his speech speed returned to his usual speed. He said in a babble: "But I still want to emphasize that I have no thoughts about you and Jian Zirui in that regard. Please believe me!"

"For someone like me, it's best to take the Narcissus route."

He Jingtong...

He turned around and looked back at Qi Xueyi, with a polite and courteous smile on his face, and said, "Confidence is indeed your strength."

"At least add the word 'one of' to it!"

In Jian Zirui's room, she was wearing cashmere pajamas and curled up in the quilt. She heard such a conversation in a half-asleep state, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of her mouth.

late at night.

It was around two o'clock in the morning. He Jingtong, who had been able to sleep peacefully without being disturbed by noisy sounds for a long time, began to sense the increasingly confusing and sinful words.

The noise that was originally diluted was amplified more than ten times at this moment.

But for some reason, he just couldn't wake up.

It's like being aware that you are sleeping and dreaming, but you cannot gain control over your body no matter what.

After an hour, He Jingtong suddenly opened his eyes.

The statue, which had not changed in any way, still exuded a purifying aura, and even the air in the room seemed to have been cleaned by multiple air purifiers.

He Jingtong didn't know what happened but he couldn't continue to sleep.

In the darkness, he used the power of his soul mixed with black

A ball lights up at your fingertips.

He just watched the intertwined forces of white and black until the morning. When the morning sun lit up the gray sky, He Jingtong finally stood up from his stiff sitting position.

The excellent traits brought by genes allow He Jingtong to behave normally even if he does not get enough sleep.

No one noticed anything was wrong...

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It's breakfast again.

The competition arena for the 17 students was made up of the 30 arenas that Qi Xueyi participated in the cross-level challenge on that day, and its size was particularly impressive.

At the same time, a notice board was erected next to the ring. On top of the notice board was a map of the relationships between the opponents, which had not yet been labeled with names.

If you want to write your name on the picture afterwards, you have to play a clichéd round of drawing lots.

As for luck, He Jingtong considers himself to be average.

Therefore, he was not surprised when he faced Gu Qi in the first round.

Afterwards, An Lai wrote on the picture on the bulletin board in a handsome handwriting to explain the relationship between the two opponents.

He Jingtong versus Gu Qi.

Ji Lisheng versus Chi Qian.

Jian Zirui is talking to Ji Zixing, a third-year student at Elite.

Suiyun versus Ma Xiang.

Ai Yanqi versus Feng Yicheng.

Wei Qingjin versus Bai Yuewen.

As for the others, He Jingtong is not very familiar. !