Chapter 14

The next day, Qi Xueyi came to pick up He Jingtong as agreed.

The two of them took the subway and arrived at Elite College as planned. Looking at the silver-painted school gate, He Jingtong seemed to be lost in thought.

Students who awaken their soul power are too random and there is no pattern to follow.

Correspondingly, the alienated souls are also nowhere to be found.

For those with money and power, raising a child requires a lot of financial resources and energy. It is not easy to deliberately get close to so many powerful people.

And if you are in the same school and are classmates, no matter if something happens to you or your family, the psychic students in the same school will definitely lend a helping hand at the first time.

Moreover, even if students cannot solve the problem, the teachers and the relevant forces behind the teachers can also provide help quickly.

This kind of thing is not explicitly stated in the comics, but judging from the tone of the comics and the undisguised dark and tragic setting, He Jingtong does not think that his guess is wrong.

As soon as He Jingtong thought about it, he heard Qi Xueyi say, "This time, Lao Cui asked you to go over and ask him to evaluate your grades. Transfer students are not common in the school, but they do exist. It's just that after transfer students come in, it's usually not easy to team up with other paranormal students who are enrolled normally."

"So what Mr. Cui meant was...?" He Jingtong asked.

Qi Xueyi glanced at him, tilted his head awkwardly and said, "You can just call me Lao Cui."

Qi Xueyi said this, but he suddenly thought of Cui Tong's previous assistant, the one who was checking the surveillance in the hospital's control room.

After the ghost incident in the hospital ended, the man told him during a routine team meeting: "He Jingtong is a very smart person, but a normal person would not be so smart as to want to kill himself the first time."

Then the question is, why did he not only think so, but also do it?

Qi Xueyi came to the conclusion that He Jingtong was the kind of person who, when he knew that something had the worst possible outcome, would usually take the initiative to choose the worst possible outcome.

If you choose it yourself, the worst outcome won't be a surprise.

Qi Xueyi's intuition told him that this was another abnormal classmate.

However, he only added: "It means that as long as your talent is not too bad, I will give you to you. Students in school are usually paired up in groups of three, but last year there were 32 students in the first year of high school who were studying psychic science, so I and another classmate were left out."

Qi Xueyi led He Jingtong to the depths of the teaching building. As they walked, he looked at He Jingtong strolling in the courtyard from time to time and said, "I won't tell you the name of the other classmate for now. Let her introduce herself. Besides, I don't think that at our age, we need to say "I've heard a lot about you" when we first meet."

In the middle of summer, Qi Xueyi shuddered at his own imagination.

Soon, He Jingtong was brought in front of Cui Tong.

The man, with his head bent over a pile of documents, raised his head with dark circles under his eyes that looked like a panda.

"You're here." Cui Tong's tone of voice made him look like he was about to die suddenly at any moment.

"As you can see, I have too much work to do." Cui Tong pointed at the pile of documents on the table and said, "So I have no choice but not to do the test myself this time. Teammate Xiao Qi is back, so you three can have a scrimmage together for the test, and then tell me the final result."

"So what you mean is that He Jingtong has been selected as a teammate of me and another classmate?" Qi Xueyi didn't want to be teammates with He Jingtong, he just wanted to confirm the facts.

"It's almost the same. We can't let this underage person who has just awakened and can kill B-level spirits wander around outside." Cui Tong poked the pen in his hand on the paper again and again, leaving black marks. "Even if he wants to seal this power in the future and become an ordinary person, the prerequisite is that he must first know what this power represents."

"Admission is a done deal."

"I understand." Qi Xueyi made an OK gesture and without giving He Jingtong any time to react, he led everyone directly to a very rigid-looking building in the school.

The other student who had returned that Cui Tong had mentioned earlier was already standing in the school's indoor practice field.

Thanks to the fact that this is an aristocratic school, the training ground, supported by its wealth, covers an area of ​​half a standard football field.

At that time, the figure standing in the middle of the training ground was wearing an indigo Taoist robe, with his hair combed high and tied tightly with a pure silver hair crown, and the ends of his hair fell straight down to his waist.

At first glance, even though his black hair is like a waterfall, his unique lightness and elegance give people an inexplicable feeling of a "master".

Qi Xueyi greeted everyone from a distance: "Hey, you're back."

Jian Zirui turned around and looked at the two young men walking together, nodded, and did not reply.

After Qi Xueyi explained Lao Cui's requirements, she spoke the first sentence to He Jingtong.

"I understand. Let's get started."

Qi Xueyi: ???

"Why don't you introduce yourself first or something?" Qi Xue's face was wrinkled when they wanted to fight as soon as they met.

The light and spiritual feeling of the immortal on Jian Zirui's body disappeared, and a slightly crazy smile appeared on her face. She tossed her hair and said wantonly without any disguise, "Let's talk after the fight!"

"I have always believed that combat is the best path to the human soul."

"What do you think?" Jian Zirui looked at He Jingtong provocatively.

Since his classmates had already taken the initiative to cue him, He Jingtong could no longer maintain his silent and taciturn personality.

"Fighting habits can indeed help identify an opponent's personality," He Jingtong agreed.

Whether it is the fighting style of digging traps and making pits, or the action trajectory of being bold and open and breaking all obstacles with one force, these can reflect the character of the person involved.

——Although more than half a month ago, He Jingtong was still an ordinary high school student who strongly disapproved of campus violence and fighting.

For a moment, the aura of the two people continued to radiate.

Qi Xueyi, who was caught in the middle, gave up. He looked around at the two of them and decisively said, "You two can fight. I won't interfere in this game. If anyone gets hurt, just come to me for treatment."

Qi Xueyi saw it very clearly.

He Jingtong's talent is not concealed, and Jian Zirui is the kind of person who has awakened her soul power since she was a child and has a special system of cultivation methods...

No matter from which angle you look at it, he is the weakest fighter among the three of them. Instead of letting him, the weakest one, fight, it would be better to just pretend not to see it.

It's always more pleasant to watch a play than to be beaten.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the two people who didn't stop and didn't even care about their teammates when they really started fighting, this scene wasn't so pretty...

He Jingtong has been thinking about what kind of systematic fighting method he should choose.

He has a comic book that is equivalent to writing the future. When he holds it in his hands, he can also use the fighting methods of various characters in the comic book as a reference.

Therefore, compared to the image of the hot-blooded comic protagonist swinging his fists in close combat in the original work, He Jingtong wanted his prophetic ability to be carried out throughout.

Therefore, in this match against his classmates, He Jingtong just dodged at the beginning, and his only attack was to control the release of soul power. However, he did not show the precise operation that he showed when he crushed the alien yesterday.

Jian Zirui was a little unhappy with the fight, so she asked, "You keep holding back. Do you think I'm not strong enough to let you use your full strength?"

Throughout the ages, Taoist temples have taught more about Taoism, while other melee abilities are mostly for strengthening the body rather than really relying on peach wood swords to kill evil spirits.

But this generation had a talent like Jian Zirui, who had an extraordinary natural talent in martial arts. She was able to master the sword manual that had been lost for who knows how many generations. Not only did she master it, she had already mastered it to this day.

So as soon as Jian Zirui finished speaking, the peach wood sword in her hand had already pierced He Jingtong's shoulder.

The stabbing style can easily create a huge pain, thus affecting the opponent's ability to move, but He Jingtong, who habitually turns on the pain-blocking function before a battle, did not take a single step back.

This action made Jian Zirui look surprised. The next second, she saw the peach wood sword in her hand was grabbed by He Jingtong by the blade, and then snatched away and thrown aside.

Jian Zirui was not angry at all when she lost her weapon. Instead, her eyes became brighter: "That's right!

Afterwards, the two men continued to fight with fists and kicks, making muffled sounds.

Not far away, Qi Xueyi, whose white hair on his forehead had been cut off by the peach wood sword, stood there in anger.

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About twenty minutes later, He Jingtong was the first to run out of energy. He wasn't paying attention and Jian Zirui grabbed his hand, with half of his shoulder pressed to the ground.

Jian Zirui's smile widened, her eyes brightened: "It looks like you're going to lose this match..." Before he finished speaking, He Jingtong shifted his center of gravity to the half of his shoulder that had been pushed to the ground, and quickly rolled on the ground, removing most of the force that Jian Zirui had applied to his arm.

A large amount of soul power was applied to the feet. Before Jian Zirui's eyes flashed, He Jingtong had already broken free from the suppression, and took back the peach wood sword from the arms of Qi Xueyi who was sitting cross-legged not far away. He then turned around and put the weapon on Jian Zirui's neck.

In the distance, Qi Xueyi's stunned expression was not concealed. Before Jian Zirui's surprised expression was fully formed, He Jingtong had already said what he wanted to say: "I won.

Jian Zirui was stunned for a moment, then laughed openly: "Indeed, I lost.

"I didn't expect the transfer student to react so quickly... To be honest, when you were fighting me just now, you actually estimated your own physical limit, right?

"Just enough strength to fight back against me, and then I, who had underestimated your energy reserves because of your former status as an ordinary student, was able to fight back successfully.

Whether in comics or now, Jian Zirui is always the kind of person who says what she thinks but never says anything unpleasant.

She patted He Jingtong's shoulder vigorously and praised him unabashedly, "You are worthy of me.

“It’s great to have a teammate like you who can think.

Qi Xueyi was hinted at, he tilted his head, one eyelid raised, the other eye corner drooped, and said with a cheeky expression: "I'm sorry that I'm not good at fighting.

"Don't expect too much from the treatment. When the nanny picks up a weapon and wants to jump over the output to defeat the opponent, it is often the time for the output in the team to question themselves.

Qi Xueyi argued: "If studying medicine can save teammates, giving up this talent to delve into combat is ignoring the contribution to the team.

"It's fine if you don't thank me, but... humph.

Jian Zirui pretended not to see it, and instead looked at He Jingtong with a brilliant smile. She said seriously: "My name is Jian Zirui, Zi means purple air coming from the east, and Rui means positive and upward.

He Jingtong also had a smile on his face, not rigid, not saccharine, but very real.

The two students were stunned for a moment, and then all they could hear was his clean voice:

"My name is He Jingtong. Our age is divided by years, but our names are coincidental. !