Chapter 16

"Don't tell your two classmates." An Lai said with a smile under He Jingtong's gaze.

An Lai thought the boy was shocked, but he didn't know that He Jingtong, who knew the future, knew better than An Lai himself what the consequences would be for him if he possessed this power.

"They know nothing about my situation, so why did they show you this scene..."

An Lai took a deep breath and said, "Just think of it as me not wanting to see people who are similar to me experiencing the same thing as me."

"Of course, you can also be a little thankful that I am the only one who knows the concept of points." An Lai saw that He Jingtong had been silent for a long time and thought that he had scared him. The young man couldn't help but soften his heart and said something to comfort him.

"Is it tiring to hide these secrets alone?" He Jingtong asked suddenly, beyond An Lai's expectations.

The person being asked was stunned for a moment before saying, "Well... you might as well think of keeping a secret as, few people are so perverted as to tell everyone the color of their panties."

He Jingtong looked at him in confusion.

"…For a moment, I thought you saw something and were trying to gain resonance from me."

Now the person with a dull look in his eyes turned into An Lai.

"What do you mean? Is there anything else you know that I don't know?"

"Maybe." He Jingtong said with a smile.

"I didn't intend to tell anyone at first, but seeing that my two teammates knew nothing about your situation, I could understand your kindness in not wanting them to know about your cruel situation so early."

An Lai pointed out: "But when you said 'kindness', the curve of your mouth sounded like mockery."

He Jingtong just looked at him.

The man lying on the rocking chair touched his nose awkwardly, reached for the enamel cup on the table, and said, "Go on."

Before he knew it, this office belonging to Anlai's home base was in the hands of He Jingtong.

The boy said calmly, "You are S-class because you can kill spirits and humans by analyzing and erasing programs in your brain. Then what do you think of me, who knows the future and can change the predetermined future fate?"

There was a sound of "clang".

The enamel cup in An Lai's hand fell directly to the ground.

There was a long silence in the air.

An Lai originally thought that this incident was just an equal exchange in which the student took the lead in handing over the secret to the teacher, and the teacher eventually returned the secret.

But when the word "fate" appeared, the things it symbolized made An Lai feel that the exchange he thought was not equivalent at all.

"You are kidding me, you can't take such a joke. And if you want to scare me, I have to admit that you succeeded..."

"It's not a threat." He Jingtong didn't give him a chance to escape, "It's a fact."

"Just like I knew you and Fu Zexun were friends, and in the end you died at his hands."

"Just like I know that you noticed that something was wrong with Fu Zexun, but you had no real evidence, and because you were close friends with him, you didn't want to really doubt him."

"I know more and can tell you everything." He Jingtong looked at An Lai's visibly gloomy face and said calmly, "But I think this is enough."

"You must be wondering how a student who was just an ordinary high school student not long ago could know in advance about one of the teachers of the Paranormal Department of the Elite Academy."

"I can also tell you a reason for you to refute that my ability is not a prophecy. For example, not long ago, I met him."

An Lai's expression had become as solemn as a dark cloud covering the head.

"What do you want to say?"

"Destiny can be changed, but I need an assistant," He Jingtong said frankly.

An Lai was almost laughing out of anger: "So you want to drag me down with you?"

He Jingtong shook his head: "What I was thinking was, if you hadn't shown me the handcuffs under your Tang suit, then I would have kept this ability a secret and changed my so-called fate by myself."

"But in fact, you did something that I didn't expect and that was not predicted."

"A person who dares to use his current situation to disclose to students what he might encounter must have a courage that I don't have at the moment." He Jingtong emphasized the word "maybe".

At the same time, he told An Lai: "The seven virtues score theory in the 10 concepts only comes from you. If you don't say it, no one will know it, so at most I will only be regarded as a gifted person, and someone who is secretly coveted, and regarded as an alien who needs to be eliminated in advance."

"Besides that, there is no risk of being controlled or monitored." He Jingtong glanced at the camera not far away.

An Lai gently retorted, "How easy do you think it is to cover up the camera in the eyes of programmers?"

"Hmm?" He Jingtong asked back with only an interjection.

An Lai also understood what He Jingtong meant.

What a surveillance camera represents is the authoritarian attitude of the person who sets up the surveillance, not the actual function of the surveillance camera.

But he didn't dare to raise his voice and repeat what he had just said.

This young man, who had experienced many things, suddenly did not dare to show the courage of an adult in front of underage students.

An Lai took a deep breath and said, "I believe you, and I also believe that you have value far beyond mine."

"Noble schools in various provinces and cities generally have psychic departments. After each generation of students is trained, there are many combat geniuses. Compared with the 'threat to the same kind' that I might create, the prophecy you have is indeed more likely to face the power of being monitored and imprisoned..."

"Let's not talk about that. I just want to ask you, what do you want to do by exposing your ability to predict the future to me? Are you trying to change my fate of dying at the hands of Fu Zexun?"

"Yes and no." He Jingtong nodded.

…

By the time He Jingtong came out of the office, Qi Xueyi outside the door was almost annoyed.

But when he was eager to ask He Jingtong whether the double summer homework had been resolved, An Lai in the office said from a distance: "I have already cancelled the extra tasks for you. Also, don't tell anyone about He Jingtong's soul condition."

"Okay, you guys hurry up." An Lai felt that he would need a long time to consume the information provided by the prophet. He also really didn't want to deal with Qi Xueyi, who sometimes jumped out and was more noisy than a husky.

The latter didn't care. After making sure that the problem of double summer homework was solved, he just smiled and said, "Then we won't bother you anymore. You go ahead and do your work. We'll leave first."

As he led the group away, he muttered, "My intuition tells me that Mr. An Lai will be furious soon. His face looks like he's about to go crazy and work overtime. It's really too straightforward."

Afterwards, An Lai couldn't even get angry. He touched his face and snorted coldly.

Just as he was about to slam the office door, An Lai heard footsteps coming from the other corridor.

His eyes turned and Fu Zexun's figure made his face stiffen, but the next second, An Lai faced Fu Zexun calmly as if nothing had happened.

The man wearing golden glasses pushed his glasses up out of habit, then said, "With the addition of a transfer student, we have formed a team of three, which makes Qi Xueyi look more lively."

"He's just a naughty kid, just like the monkeys on Mount Emei." An Lai said naturally, "Come to think of it, why did you think of coming to my place? You're a busy man."

"How can you say that?" Fu Zexun asked tentatively with a smile, "No matter how busy I am, I still have time to come and chat with you. So why did these students come to see you?"

An Lai nonchalantly responded, "Qi Xueyi owes money again. He insisted on trying to do things that were clearly prohibited by the app. A bug caused his summer homework to double. If he doesn't want to do his homework, he has no choice but to come to me to solve the problem."

"But the new student is quite interesting." An Lai did not ignore the flash of light in Fu Zexun's eyes.

The glimmer of hope that he had originally had sank to the bottom. The man in the Tang suit lay back on the rocking chair.

An Lai squinted his eyes and staggered, hiding the various emotions in his eyes, and then said: "It was He Jingtong, right? When they came, I was drinking tea and playing stand-alone games. As a result, the silly kid opened his mouth and asked me why I was rubbing the tempered film."

An Lai said with a boastful look on his face: "Oh my God! How can there be a young child who knows nothing about games in this modern era? Is he some kind of caveman?"

To some extent, Mr. Anlai was so frightened that he just kept talking nonsense.

Fu Zexun didn't want to listen, so he changed the subject and said, "This is indeed interesting to you. A person who doesn't play games and you who can die without games are incompatible."

Having said that, Fu Zexun changed the subject and brought up a new topic: "Director Cui submitted a while ago a report on the younger age of the supernatural beings. Can you send me a copy?"

An Lai curled his lips, tapped his phone, and said, "Do you have to come all the way here for such a small matter? Just send me a message and I'll pass it on to you."

Fu Zexun said naturally: "You have to give me a reason so that I can come to see my friends more reasonably. If I slack off openly, my salary will be deducted."

If it were in the past, An Lai would instantly think of his own situation.

Even if she wasn't moved to tears, at least she would remember in her heart how good Fu Zexun was to her.

After all, staying in this office alone for a long time, loneliness has become the norm.

But once he recalled what He Jingtong had said before, An Lai could only feel that Fu Zexun, like a white-collar elite, was exuding a dark aura.

"Okay, okay." An Lai smiled, and the curve of his mouth was no different from when he faced Fu Zexun's care in the past.

Just when An Lai was transferring the file and forwarding it to Fu Zexun, a pop-up window suddenly popped up on his mobile phone.

An Lai looked at the sender [He Jingtong] above the pop-up window, and his fingers trembled inexplicably.

He swallowed and clicked it, and saw: [Please don't spread rumors about students. Although I don't play games very often, I am not completely ignorant of the concept of games.]

An Lai: ...

Someone, take this prophet out and kill him!