Chapter 191 Extra 2

Afterwards, He Jingtong finally got the attention that a transfer student like him deserved, to some extent.

After he sat down steadily in his seat, a group of people gathered around him.

"Are you real?" Some even wanted to reach out and poke him.

He Jingtong looked at Chi Qian who was speaking, and after a brief pause, he gave an answer: "If you believe that I exist, then I will always exist. And if you believe that I do not exist, then maybe one day, I will suddenly disappear from your sight."

This sentence immediately made Chi Qian's teammates cover his mouth. Su Yu quickly said: "Don't listen to his nonsense. There is no need to care about what he says without thinking."

However, this cautious mindset was easily broken by He Jingtong's next words.

"I'm kidding."

He smiled and said that the light in his eyes was more beautiful than those star-shaped candies with beautiful packaging.

"I will not disappear, nor will I suddenly cease to exist. And, I am not as far away as you think. I am just here, and only here."

A group of people stared at him in shock. After a long while, Su Yu suddenly came to her senses and said, "Maybe it's just like what you said."

"And then there is..."

Su Yu had a lot to say, but she was a smart girl who could easily pay attention to other people. At this moment, she could easily notice Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui who seemed to have a lot to say to He Jingtong.

So all the unfinished words were summed up in two words: "Thank you."

"Thank you for everything, and thank you for coming back."

As long as you think about it, you will know that everything has a price.

The price of making the world real is paid by He Jingtong and achieved through his efforts. Then, when no one else can provide any practical help, his return can only be achieved by himself.

There is no point in repeating the pain and hardship.

It is enough to just be grateful for what you have right now.

Su Yu dragged her unlucky teammate Chi Qian off the field silently, away from this small space.

Many classmates also looked at He Jingtong eagerly, but in the end they just said hello to confirm that he was there, it was a fact, not an illusion.

Until this corner, only He Jingtong and his two teammates were left.

Qi Xueyi first looked at He Jingtong with a complicated expression, then took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, no matter in the past or now, it seems that I can't help at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Xueyi saw He Jingtong trying to shake his head.

The next second, Baimao raised his hand to stop He Jingtong from continuing, and then said: "I don't want to talk to you for the time being, but I want to confide something unilaterally. So if you want to say something, you'd better wait."

He finished this series of words at a very fast speed, then returned to a normal speed and said: "It is true that I have not helped you, and it is also true that I have been receiving your help."

"Also, no matter who you are, you should be able to understand that if the world is not real, then at the end of the story, after you die, everything will be like a 2D picture erased by an eraser..."

"I will cease to exist, and everyone around me will cease to exist. No matter how hard it is to accept and how unwilling we are to believe, the world we live in is just a comic book. This was an ironclad fact in the past, no matter how we refuted it."

Qi Xueyi seemed to understand all the bad and painful things He Jingtong had experienced in the past from the perspective of one-sided language confession.

But how can we truly empathize with others if we don’t actually experience it?

"Now everything has changed." Qi Xueyi let out a breath, and his tone became relaxed. That kind of relaxation was a celebration after all the successes, not the hypocritical congratulations that came from empathy.

"You have courage and ability that I can never imagine. I don't know what kind of pain you have experienced in the past, and what kind of mental pressure you have, but I really want to say something from my perspective..."

Qi Xueyi stared into He Jingtong's eyes, his eyes beneath his white eyelashes showing no sign of retreat. He tried to express his true feelings through some actions and emotions, and finally uttered the word that had been ruined by many of his classmates:

"Thank you."

"Thank you for everything you've done, and thank you for coming back and continuing to be our teammate."

It was an indescribable feeling.

Qi Xueyi, who thought he could face He Jingtong calmly after telling everything, actually felt a sense of psychological tension at this moment.

That feeling made him a little anxious and a little overwhelmed.

I wanted to continue saying something, but inexplicably, the sentences that I had organized in my heart countless times before He Jingtong came back, now turned into bubbles.

However, after noticing all this, He Jingtong just smiled again.

"Such polite words are like saying that you don't treat me as a teammate. But it's true. To be honest, this is the first time we have truly met in real life."

"Even if I'm an idiot, I won't fail to consider you as a teammate!" Qi Xueyi realized what he said after these words came out of his mouth, and the next second he burst out laughing.

"I thought we would be a little unfamiliar with each other, or that you might think I was someone who was very familiar with others."

"But in the past, this is the perception you gave me." He Jingtong pointed at Qi Xueyi's hands.

In the new "Alien" comic book written by He Jingtong, the scene where this unlucky child puts his hands on his chest for treatment is extremely clear. At that time, it was even given a close-up shot from a purely comic perspective.

"Too one-sided. I can indeed be like that, but it is still too one-sided!" Qi Xueyi raised his voice. The voice was not harsh, but full of the youthful vigor and boldness.

But hidden beneath these casual and carefree scenes, there is still a sense of firmness and seriousness.

He just said, "What kind of person I am, I will definitely tell you slowly as we get to know each other over time."

He Jingtong looked back at his serious gaze and nodded slightly.

Qi Xueyi laughed again, but was interrupted when he was about to say something else.

"You should have said enough." Jian Zirui glared at Qi Xueyi. Up to now, she had given Baimao plenty of time to speak, but was Baimao pushing his luck a little too far? And he seemed to have no intention of giving up his position.

Qi Xueyi looked at Jian Zirui following her voice, and suddenly coughed violently, then pretended nothing had happened and said, "Please come in, please come in."

"You have already said everything you should and wanted to say, as well as some of the things I was planning to say." Jian Zirui glanced at him again.

After Qi Xueyi shrank his neck, Jian Zirui turned her gaze back to He Jingtong.

She looked at this pure boy who had experienced countless things in the stories but seemed to have experienced nothing at the moment. Jian Zirui suddenly laughed.

It's not that I find it funny, but rather a feeling of joy.

As a person who was saved and a teammate he had been waiting for, Jian Zirui sincerely told He Jingtong: "Welcome back."

“Or rather, thank you for meeting me.”

"As you can see and know, my name is Jian Zirui. Jian is the surname of my master, Taoist Jian. Zi means purple air coming from the east, and Rui means positive and progressive."

Jian Zirui looked at He Jingtong and then made a thoughtful expression, but in the blink of an eye she stretched out her right hand and placed her palm in front of He Jingtong. The girl said seriously, word by word: "My name is Jian Zirui, one of your teammates, good at Taoism and swordsmanship."

He Jingtong also stood up from his seat, and he responded to Jian Zirui with the most sincere and serious etiquette. The young man reached out and shook Jian Zirui's hand.

From the moment their palms of different temperatures touched, the difference in body temperature also made them feel each other's liveliness. That is something that cannot be described by words or pictures. It is unique and true, preserved after all the ups and downs.

The hands that held each other were separated in an instant, but as teammates, it seemed that they had taken a step forward.

"I want to introduce myself, too!" Qi Xueyi forcefully interrupted the harmonious atmosphere when his two teammates looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Whether in comics or in real life, I don't think I have ever introduced myself completely. I don't care. I have to introduce myself anyway."

Qi Xueyi was yelling at the top of his lungs, but he controlled the pitch of his voice perfectly so as not to disturb other students who were not far away.

"You go in." He Jingtong smiled and gestured with his hand in cooperation.

Seeing this expression, Qi Xueyi couldn't help but cough again.

Then he said to himself, "Anyway, no matter what medicine I take or how advanced my self-healing methods are, I can't cure my obsession with beauty. It doesn't matter."

"Anyway..." Qi Xueyi once again stared at He Jingtong closely. His clear and bright voice made every word as clear as a movable type seal. "My name is Qi Xueyi, which means endless learning and perseverance."

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From that day on, He Jingtong once again integrated into this world.

There is no one who knows everything but acknowledges his existence.

Many people came to him to express their gratitude. Many people, such as students of psychic courses in other schools, were unable to spare time during their studies, so many of their peers from other schools chose to send letters.

Of course, it is not impossible to send text messages using the Spiritual Master app, but I always feel that such emotional expression is not sincere enough.

Therefore, the way of expression through correspondence is to allow all emotions to settle in the process of sending letters, and also to allow all thoughts to settle in the time it takes to transmit letters.

Some people in those letters said: "You are really awesome! You have made the whole world go from nothingness to reality with your own efforts. You are worthy of being He Jingtong."

Someone else said: "Use a search engine to find 800 ways to organize language in letters, and all that remains is one sentence: seeing the words is like seeing the person, and reading the letter is like meeting the person in person."

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When Qi Xueyi saw He Jingtong getting a series of letters from the school security office again, Baimao was holding a lime-flavored drink he bought from the school canteen.

When he handed one of the cans to He Jingtong, he also said jokingly: "As for the situation of the seven-school league in the comics, Lao Cui has already contacted and planned to replicate it. Of course, the new seven-school league will only leave behind good things, and nothing bad."

"And I think the new seven-school tournament is a bit like a public travel... It's more like giving everyone a chance to see you in person."

He Jingtong, who considers himself not a character who makes complaints, could not help but complain aloud: "Am I some kind of super mascot character that you can't see normally? Only on special days and at events like celebrations can people watch me up close, shake hands with me, sign autographs, take photos with me, etc.?"

"I can't answer that question."

Qi Xueyi felt inexplicably relieved when he saw the lime-flavored drink that was opened naturally by He Jingtong.

The setting given about He Jingtong in the comics, apart from the aspect of power, the private information is really pitifully little no matter how you look at it.

From the words and pictures, we can vaguely see that He Jingtong likes Qi Xueyi, who likes lemon, but he has been showing off to Jian Zirui in private for a long time.

"By the way, there is an A-level mission recently. Do you want to do it together?"

"Compared to the comics, the 'N' organization has done a better job in logistics. Whether it is a detailed investigation of supernatural intelligence or the evacuation of the masses, in short, it shows that 'everything is organized and everything has a place'."

Qi Xueyi gave a brief introduction to the current situation.

Both he and Jian Zirui have self-respect.

The self in the comics often appears to be overly powerless because he is unable to make any real changes to the future and because he knows very little.

When he was reading the comics, Qi Xueyi thought it was very bad. Now, he still thinks it is bad. However, compared to the unchangeable comic plots, reality can always change.

Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so I just ask He Jingtong to go out and do the mission.

As for the fact that the He family kept coming to the academy, I don't know whether he ignored it subjectively or objectively.

He Jingtong nodded indifferently, raised his head and drank a sip of the bubble drink, and asked, "Is Jian Zirui going too?"

"We'll all go."

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"It's still very easy to fight against A-rank. In a one-on-one fight, although there will be some pressure due to the lack of soul power reserve at the moment, but fundamentally, my swordsmanship is still far superior to these spirits who have never learned any fighting skills..."

"You know, fighting only on instinct is a big taboo."

"Go up and stab the spirit, making it think that I'm about to be killed by it and that it can eat my soul. Then I'll turn around and corrode its core..."

"Although it looks a bit brutal, overall, it is very stable."

After finishing the battle with the A-level alien, Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi both ran to He Jingtong and spoke in a hypocritical manner with a hint of acting.

However, He Jingtong still understood what they actually wanted to tell him.

That is, as teammates, they may seem like a burden in the comics, but in reality, whether in battle or as logistics and treatment, they also have their own insights and directions for progress.

He Jingtong glanced at Qi Xueyi's tattered clothes, sighed, and said, "I didn't expect to go out to fight an A-level spirit and have to prepare a set of clothes in advance. Of course, next time I go out, I will remember to bring a bag in advance to equip myself with the necessities."

"It's not like that now." Qi Xueyi's eyes lit up, and he raised his right hand with a hint of arrogance. He raised his index finger high, shook it left and right, and said, "Now the logistics organization not only sends us to the mission point, but also equips the cooperating spiritualists with the daily needs."

"For example, Jian Zirui's spare peach wood sword, and the clothes I need to change. There will also be some food and water in the car."

“While ensuring that the needs of the spiritualist are met as much as possible, there is also an intelligent system in the car, equipped with a logistics-specific module of the spiritualist app.”

Qi Xueyi explained the things that He Jingtong had never known, while tugging at his tattered clothes. The wounds had already been healed, and other than making him look a little shabby, there was no other effect at all.

"For example, if a psychic on a mission encounters a spirit that they cannot defeat, this program will be used immediately, and the situation will be sent to the nearest free psychic in the hope of receiving the fastest support, so as to turn all losses and disasters into nothing."

"Compared to comics, where everything can only be set by one person, even if the complete reality still cannot be comprehensive, it will definitely leave fewer loopholes."

"And, and," Qi Xueyi stared at He Jingtong with a bright smile on his face, and then he said, "All the real future is brought by you. If you think about it this way, aren't you moved?"

"Judging from the way you look now, I don't think he dares to move." Jian Zirui looked Qi Xueyi up and down and said with a tone of pretended disdain.

At that moment, the clothes on Baimao were in such a tattered state that it was as if they had been buried in a deep well for decades. After years of being stained by mud and water and mixed with animal feces, they were finally turned into a pile of tattered cloth with a fishy smell.

"If you move a little, you will be harmonized."

Qi Xueyi felt an inexplicable chill. He said stiffly, "...I need support."

He Jingtong could only sigh and go out to ask the logistics department to get him some clothes.

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An Lai's favorite is the scene in the new "Alien" comics where He Jingtong tells the aliens that they are just afterimages.

It symbolizes the boy's unshakable inner determination.

In this regard, He Jingtong's comment is: "..."

“Sometimes, reading comprehension is indeed the correct answer to the facts. But many times, reading comprehension is just a guide for the sake of gaining points. Because I have seen the direction of the result, I will make the process and the beginning.”

"But in this shot, it's not like that." An Lai sat in his office, turned around on his rocking chair, and said with emotion, "Although I don't think your behavior is deception, there is a saying that goes, if you want others to believe a lie, you must first believe it yourself."

"You also said that some are correct answers. So I think that your knowledge at that time is the answer you can give." An Lai's eyes became more serious, but he quickly said, "But this is not a very important matter."

He Jingtong sighed in his heart, but said calmly: "If you want to understand me, you can just ask directly."

"It would be awkward to ask directly." The programmer was not justified but also very angry. "Sometimes, reading and understanding is not just an interpretation from a one-sided perspective. It is also a process of exploring the truth."

At least we can examine the vanity of the past from the perspective of present reality. An Lai thinks this is a miracle.

After that, He Jingtong fell into silence, and silently accompanied An Lai to look through the comic book he had drawn.

Maybe there is a special explanation:

In that illusory past, He Jingtong was the only truth. Everything he did, expressed, and gave was never false or deliberately performed.

But everything he gave at that time was only one-sided.

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"Knock."

"My dear and lovely teammate, have you rested?"

Not long ago, the school allocated a teacher's apartment that was exactly the same as the comic's coordinates to He Jingtong and the other two.

The three people who moved in without hesitation have already lived in the apartment for some time.

At this moment, in the late afternoon, Qi Xueyi knocked on He Jingtong's door.

However, before He Jingtong was called out, the first person to come out was Jian Zirui from the next room.

Qi Xueyi's face froze for a moment.

Jian Zirui said thoughtfully, "It turns out that boys will also take the initiative to call each other dear."

"… Mainly because I feel that if I claim to be He Jingtong's father or grandfather, there is a very high chance that I will actually be shot in the head by his father or grandfather in the next second."

"And I don't plan to call him dad or grandpa, of course, not godfather." Qi Xueyi tried his best to save face. As far as he knew, Jian Zirui was making meatballs in the home economics class of the general department at that moment.

Jian Zirui gave Qi Xueyi a look that said "I understand everything."

Qi Xueyi: ...You know nothing.

But I guess no one in the school knows more about ghosts than Jian Zirui...

At this moment, the awkward atmosphere was broken by He Jingtong who opened the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing happened." Qi Xue said without thinking, then realized that his words were ambiguous.

If nothing happened, why would he knock on He Jingtong's door? So he added, "Although nothing special happened, I want to ask you out."

"Internet cafes, video game arcades, amusement parks, nearby large wetland parks, milk tea shops, movie theaters... In short, any place that can be fun is fine."

"In the past... you probably wouldn't have had the chance to go to these places."

When the world was just a comic, all the stories about He Jingtong did not describe in detail what kind of entertainment he had. After the world became real, he tried his best to return as soon as possible.

Apart from the semi-stated supernatural mission, Qi Xueyi always felt that he was missing too much daily interaction with his teammates.

But he also remembers to treat everyone equally.

"Of course, there is also Jian Zirui. I plan to make an appointment with He Jingtong first and then come to find you."

What he didn't say was that if he made an appointment with He Jingtong and then went to see Jian Zirui, Jian Zirui would definitely go. Similarly, if he made an appointment with Jian Zirui first and then went to see He Jingtong, He Jingtong would definitely go.

Qi Xueyi didn't want to force He Jingtong to go out and play with them.

Entertainment should be a form of leisure in which everyone can relax.

"Are we going out to play in this weather?" He Jingtong glanced at the rain dripping outside the living room window and fell into a moment of contemplation.

"It's fun because there are fewer people when it rains." Qi Xueyi explained, "When the weather is clear and there are people everywhere, a social phobic like me won't feel awkward, but you two might feel a little uncomfortable."

"And the rain can also be blocked by soul power."

In this reality, spirits are still being guided by a group of spiritual masters to be accepted by the general public.

So He Jingtong couldn't think of any reason to disagree with the invitation to go out and play on a rainy day.

Although he thought so, He Jingtong still took an extra umbrella with him just in case.

We didn't go to the Internet cafe, but we considered going to the video game arcade. We found that it would be better to play games together in the apartment. There are too few things to do in the amusement park on rainy days, and there is nothing good to watch in the cinema recently.

Finally, the three of them went to the Chinese medicine milk tea shop together, and each of them went to the park with a cup of milk tea.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or was foreseen.

The three people who used the power of their souls to block the rain happened to meet He Wanchen who was walking in the rain.

This is not a huge coincidence.

In this reality, He Wanchen did not encounter any supernatural events. Likewise, his hands did not suffer any irreparable damage, so he continued to work as a surgeon at the First People's Hospital in this city.

Today is the weekend, and also He Wanchen's long-awaited leisure holiday.

Before this, after learning the news of He Jingtong's return, I had thought about going to Yingcai College to look for He Jingtong.

However, all the teachers in that school tacitly chose to isolate all members of the He family from He Jingtong.

This isolation is not an absolute obstruction, but a desire to postpone everything so that calm emotions can also be achieved.

This is not a difficult problem, and it is not difficult when you really want to face it. However, many members of the He family have remained silent and have not taken any steps forward on this issue.

The things that were obstructed would not be suggested by He Jingtong, and He Jingtong would not do so.

But if He Jingtong wanted to take the initiative to contact them, this obstacle would be equivalent to non-existence.

It's not that he wanted He Jingtong to take the last step after he had already taken ninety-nine steps. He Wanchen just knew that maybe He Jingtong didn't want to meet the He family.

Just don't block or resist, and don't take the initiative to contact.

"You..." He Wanchen was eager to open his mouth, but he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

He Jingtong also remained silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to see He Wanchen, but he simply didn't know how to address him.

There is no such thing as DNA for puppets. They are more like mechanical bodies. Even if they have perfect physical reactions, there will definitely be no DNA gene inheritance in the blood.

Seriously speaking, He Jingtong now has nothing to do with the entire He family.

There is no grace of birth, nor grace of raising.

But if we treat He Wanchen as a pure stranger, it would seem too deliberate.

Silence becomes the best choice at this time.

"I'm sorry." He Wanchen finally chose to apologize, "Whether it's a comic or reality..."

He Jingtong had never imagined such a situation.

But it's impossible to say that there was anything particularly surprising.

When faced with an apology, it is meaningless to repeat that you don't think it means anything.

Most people would think that not forgiving is the best punishment, but many times, it is everything after forgiveness that is the best punishment.

"I accept your apology, although I don't think it means anything."

"Besides, before the world becomes real, everything is just a comic." He Jingtong said calmly, "If you empathize too much with what you do in the comic, you will gradually ignore the present."

"Although it's not officially winter yet, the weather has gradually turned cooler." He Jingtong took the initiative to hand the umbrella in his hand to He Wanchen, "It's already very late now. You should go home and take a hot bath, have a good meal, and get some sleep while you're soaking wet. That's what you should do now."

"As a doctor, no one should know better than you the adverse effects of being sick."

The young man did not give He Wanchen any chance to continue the conversation. After stuffing the opened umbrella into his hand, He Jingtong took a step back and exposed himself to the rain.

The power of white can only be perfectly displayed from the perspective of a spiritual master, and that power also shielded He Jingtong from all the wind and rain at this moment.

"Strange Spectre" is indeed a good work, whether it is the original one, which symbolizes a fixed fate, or the later one, which breaks away from the new development of tangible fate.

But no matter which one it was, He Jingtong learned to hold an umbrella for himself during that period.

He is not lacking in love, so he gradually becomes more mature than others as he grows up.

He Jingtong's growth has always been a gradual change under the development of his thoughts.

"We have other destinations to go to, bye."

The raindrops hit the umbrella with a bang. He Wanchen, whose body was wet and whose hair was soaked by the rain, almost opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

He could only see He Jingtong gently pushing his shoulder, signaling him to move forward instead of standing still.

In contrast, He Jingtong and two of his teammates turned around and walked in another direction.

From beginning to end, the boy never looked back.

It was the three children who were walking in the rain without any umbrellas, but He Wanchen always felt that the umbrella in his hand seemed to not exist.

He Jingtong's attitude is already very clear.

It is not a deliberate alienation, nor is it an intentional closeness, but a sense of strangeness that, like rain, will eventually return to the earth.

The He family in the story is just a story. In reality, the He family has never had a child named He Jingtong.

the other side.

Qi Xueyi was carefully asking He Jingtong: "What do you think of the He family now?"

"It's not so much that I have any idea, it's more like... we just happen to have the same surname, and we also walked together in that story."

He Jingtong's complete rationality always goes hand in hand with his emotions. He was calm and his tone was not repressive. When he spoke, he fixed his eyes on Jian Zirui and his gaze on the rain curtain: "But in the end, in reality, illusory emotions will only return to illusion."

Jian Zirui's heart tightened at these words, and her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously. She quickly asked, "Does that mean that to you, we are just characters in the story?"

"Why would you think so?" He Jingtong showed a surprised look. He quickened his pace, took two steps forward, turned to face his two teammates, his eyes filled with tranquility and gentleness, "I thought that after awakening to become a spiritual master, it was natural for me to enter the Elite Academy."

"Likewise, forming a team with a group like you two who don't have a third teammate is just a natural progression."

He Jingtong raised his left hand and reached into the rain curtain. The rain, unblocked by the white force, slowly fell into his palm.

He glanced at the small puddle that was gradually forming in his palm, then looked up at his two teammates again and said, "It's just that, compared to the fact that we have only known each other for a short time, our souls have already been communicating in the void for a long time."

"We are companions, not in the past, but in the present and in the future."

That’s where the story begins, and that’s where the real voyage begins.

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The system paper has been submitted.

As it had originally hoped, the thesis received extremely high praise from its supervisor.

then……

It was also scolded.

The mentor accused it of underestimating the existence of the first dimension and overestimating everything in the fourth dimension.

Afterwards, after a hearty scolding, the system was announced as graduated by the instructor.

I have put so much effort into completing this thesis, and now that I have graduated, I don’t know what to do.

So it shamelessly went to ask its mentor how other graduates' systems developed in the future and how it should determine its own direction and goals.

This time the instructor did not scold it, but actually gave it some guidance.

"In addition to upgrading itself, the growth of a program requires more knowledge. The more you see the unknown, the more development possibilities there will be in the program module. If you want to find a direction that can be set as a lifelong goal, all you have to do is witness the unknown."

"In other words, look for everything you have never seen. Let those things be witnessed by you, and let them become your experience and growth."

This series of statements was pondered by the system program for a long time.

Its own operating capabilities can provide countless answers in an instant, but those answers always seem to be missing something.

After much thought, the answer finally fell on He Jingtong.

A crazy rational person who can make pure comics become the real world and pull himself out of nothingness...

His body naturally symbolizes countless unknowns.

"So this is why you come to me again?" For a moment, He Jingtong really wanted to format the system.

But the silicon-based creature that was confronting him said: [There will always be a time when I will be of use. ]

[And this time I am a true observer and will not interfere. All the futures that belong to you should be the futures that you "choose". If you need me, then I think what I do will no longer be interference. It is just based on your needs, and the future you want will be derived from it. ]

"…Upgraded?"

[What I mean is that after my rose blooms, I want to see whether the rose will wither or continue to bloom for a long time.]

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【Fu Zexun's Occasion】

Since He Jingtong's return, Fu Zexun, one of the first-year teachers at Elite Academy, has experienced the dangers of the world in a very short period of time.

He tries hard to emphasize that he is the ultimate villain only in comics. In reality, he is not only not a bad guy, but also one of the office workers who works honestly in education.

It is already difficult enough to protect the future flowers of our country, so there is no time for human experiments...

But this did not prevent his colleagues from disliking him for a long time.

Fu Zexun: I feel wronged, but I won’t say anything. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night and see my face in the mirror... I also want to punch him twice.

In order not to damage the decoration of his bathroom and for the integrity of his fist, Fu Zexun went to find He Jingtong with great distress.

He wanted to understand from the perspective of this person involved some information about He Jingtong's view of him, including but not limited to him in the comics and him in real life.

In response to this, He Jingtong commented: "No matter how outrageous you are in the comics, you will never ask Lao Cui to tell me to go to your office after class."

Fu Zexun wanted to push up his glasses with an embarrassed look on his face, but then he realized that in order to make himself look a little different from the image in the comics, he had already thrown away his glasses for some time.

He coughed awkwardly and said, "I just care about some of your opinions."

"But there's actually nothing to worry about." He Jingtong pointed out the fact, but he also noticed Fu Zexun's distressed expression.

So I added, "And if you're curious about what I think of you in the comics..."

"The answer may be much more cruel than you think."

Fu Zexun suddenly became serious. He sat up straight and looked serious: "You say." "In my opinion, you in the comics are..." He Jingtong deliberately prolonged the voice to tease this teacher who he was not very familiar with in real life.

Who made Fu Zexun, a good student who had never experienced being called to the office by a teacher, unexpectedly feel this feeling...

But seriously, it can't be considered a joke.

He Jingtong simply told Fu Zexun calmly: "I'm just a tool."

"So he's just a tool..." Fu Zexun repeated, and then looked surprised, "What do you mean by a tool?"

"Literally." He Jingtong explained, "You are the most useful villain in the story, the best one to promote the plot, and a tool character who can gain super high popularity in the three-dimensional world."

He looks good, wears beastly glasses, and conducts human experiments, and finally experiments on himself...

After becoming a non-human, the alien spirit Fu Zexun even sacrificed himself.

From the perspective of being scolded alone, the amount of popularity points provided by tool man Fu Zexun is still exceptionally impressive.

"Don't worry, I have no ill feelings towards you in the comics or in real life," He Jingtong even added.

Fu Zexun: "..." But in fact, it would be better not to replenish it, right? !

"Actually, what you mean is that there is no need to waste emotional value on a mere tool, right?" The tool man was already able to say this in a declarative tone.

"I never said that." He Jingtong refused to take the blame.

Fu Zexun smiled: "Yes, you didn't say that, I said that."

He Jingtong also responded with a calm smile.

"Now that you know how I feel about you, can I leave here?"

Fu Zexun raised his hand and said, "Go ahead."

It wasn't until the young man completely disappeared from the office that Fu Zexun let out a sigh of relief.

Jing Yunsong, who was sitting at the next table, complained, "I've always said that kid wouldn't have any opinion of you."

"It's normal to be worried, right?" Fu Zexun said in a nonsensical way.

“But the reality is exactly what I thought.”

Fu Zexun let out a breath softly, which sounded like a sigh or a sigh.

“He can accurately distinguish that the real me and the me in the story are not the same person.”

"However, in this society, people who look like criminals are generally attacked and verbally abused, not to mention me, who is in some ways the same person as Fu Zexun in the comics."

Fu Zexun is very self-aware. He has even been prepared to be scolded and attacked because he thinks he deserves it. Even a person as bad as him can be saved because the world is real...

"Does this count as the gentleness that belongs to He Jingtong?"

If it wasn't for Wenrou, He Jingtong probably wouldn't have said in a joking tone that he was a tool, right?

The pain was real, and even though the sorrow gradually disappeared with the transition from falsehood to reality, He Jingtong might have hated something in that illusion.

Compared to the various self-deprecation and doubts he had while leading the world towards reality...

Fu Zexun would rather He Jingtong hated the character named "Fu Zexun" during that process.

“Some people, even if they never show mercy or kindness, are still gentle in their bones.”

"Your brain is now filled with a young man named He Jingtong." Xijun commented as he walked into the office carrying his lunch.

Why didn’t I know before that Fu Zexun was such a smart person?

The boy's attitude at the time was clearly just: "I'm just telling the truth, and you can think whatever you want about the rest."

The only profound possibility is that the child probably had already anticipated Fu Zexun's reaction.

"But he is indeed that good." Fu Zexun knew nothing about this. He even spread his arms and gestured.

Not everyone can accurately perceive that a seemingly normal person may actually have developed a self-deprecating mood.

Not everyone can provide the most perfect comfort after sensing all of this.

"From today on, my nickname is Tool Man," he said in a boastful tone.

Among the many teachers in the office, one sentence popped out: "——He must be crazy."

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Comics Forum

[I want to know when the future development of pure technology will be able to travel through time and space. I have a not-so-big goal, which is to travel through time and space to have tea with He Jing. 『New』]

【1: You'd better really drink tea. 】

[2: I finished watching the entire series of "Oddity" in one go. I can only say that the old thief is indeed an old thief. ]

【3: There are still people who think Jing is a thief? 】

【4: Is there a possibility that Jing has always been a thief? 】

【5: “I have never explained anything in detail, but everything you think is already within my expectations—”】

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