Chapter 38: Inhuman

Before class the next day, He Jing and his classmates gathered downstairs in the dormitory.

As they walked towards the teaching building, they saw Chi Qian and his friends on the road.

The person opposite did not take the initiative to speak. When they saw each other, they just looked at each other and smiled politely as a polite greeting.

On the way to the teaching building, Qi Xueyi slowed down his pace on his own initiative.

He Jingtong and Jian Zirui also slowed down accordingly. It was not until they were more than a hundred meters away from Chi Qian and the others that Jian Zirui acted as if nothing had happened and said naturally, "There was an accident yesterday, so today is the normal start of school."

They all tacitly ignored the phenomenon that the people who were helped not only did not thank them, but even took the initiative to stay away from them.

"Speaking of the teachers in the second grade, you probably only know Lao Cui now." Jian Zirui thought for a while and said, "Students in the supernatural sciences are special, because they do not require grades in other subjects, so usually the teacher in charge of a class, Only bits.”

One is a taijutsu instructor. The second-year taijutsu instructor is called Jing Yunsong. It is said that he spent some time in a martial arts temple when he was young and has strong close combat abilities.

Although he looks gentle and polite, when he actually fights...

Currently, no one in the school can defeat him through Taijutsu.

Even the taijutsu teacher in my grade is no match for me.

The division of teachers of the paranormal department of the academy into different grades also has different meanings.

The first grade is the time when students enter school, try to enter the spirit world, and understand the rules and basic knowledge of the spirit world. It can be regarded as the age for laying the foundation.

During this period, Fu Zexun's previous image was really able to easily introduce students to the world of spiritual masters and allow them to adapt quickly without feeling panic or fear about this dangerous world.

In this regard, Fu Zexun has indeed met professional standards.

I just don’t know whether to say it’s a pity or to say that he is too good at pretending.

Originally, Fu Zexun was the most suitable person to be the first-grade head teacher, but after being replaced by Qu Shu, Qu Shu, who showed his abilities and characteristics in a protective manner, was not bad at all.

In the second grade, students enter a period of rapid growth. The school requires students to improve their abilities as much as possible in this year in order to cope with various extracurricular activities in the upper grades.

Therefore, Cui Tong, the director of the psychic department, also served as the second-grade class teacher, mainly responsible for the systematic control of internal energy, including body strengthening, defense, explosion...

To put it bluntly, Cui Tong is a magic teacher with surprisingly strong melee ability.

The unique function of his eyes allows him to control the various negative effects that occur when students cultivate their soul power.

Therefore, this function naturally belongs to Cui Tong.

The first teacher is quite special, her name is Tan Dong.

When talking about this person, Jian Zirui pondered for a while, and finally said: "I can't really say what exactly Teacher Tan Dong is responsible for. Because I don't get to know her on a regular basis, and most of the students who have been promoted from the second grade don't know much about her, but they do know that she is one of the teachers in charge of the second grade."

"This is roughly what I know." When Jian Zirui said this, the teaching building had already appeared before their eyes.

Unlike the practice field for the opening exam, the teaching building has an architectural template that is worthy of the reputation of an aristocratic school.

But after all, it is a place for learning, so it cannot be called luxurious. But if I were to say what impression I have of this building, the first thing that comes to my mind is - it is expensive.

The teaching building for students of the psychic science department is connected to the teaching building for students of the general science department by a wind and rain corridor. In front of the corridor, there is a green belt of the school and a playground area that is more familiar to the students.

The brick-red building with a modern British style catches the eye. The word "noble" does not only refer to the so-called value, but also has the real meaning of "noble".

The sun is strong today and the light is dazzling. Qi Xueyi puts his left palm above the curtain to block out the light.

As he gazed into the distance, he could not help but sigh, "When I first entered school last year, I wondered more than once whether I had come to a European town."

"I feel like I don't fit in here, but since psychic students always have things to do, they fill their free time with busyness. So even if the school gives us an indescribable strange feeling, we will eventually get used to it and just accept it as it is."

Neither Qi Xueyi nor Jian Zirui came from wealthy families; the latter could even be said to have had a difficult childhood.

When living in the Taoist temple, water and electricity were not officially available until Jian Zirui was in her teens. In the past, water was entirely dependent on wells.

Qi Xueyi was better off, as he lived in the city and had not experienced those things.

But the gap between public schools and private schools, especially the gap between public schools and aristocratic private schools, is still huge.

Although they were expressing their feelings, people did not stop in front of the building, but just talked as they walked.

When they arrived at the teaching building reserved for students of the psychic department, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui walked to the right side of the back row tacitly.

That place now has a vertical position lined up side by side, with student nameplates placed on each.

They were Jian Zirui sitting at the front, He Jingtong sitting by the window in the middle, and Qi Xueyi sitting at the back.

When they entered the classroom, many people had already walked to the seats where they had sat before. When they saw people walking to the right, many people's eyes were involuntarily on them.

But in the end, no one spoke to He Jingtong. Only a classmate on Qi Xueyi's left greeted He Jingtong out of courtesy: "Hello, new classmate."

Qi Xueyi took over the conversation with a smile, not letting He Jingtong face a classmate he didn't know how to get to know. Qi Xueyi also said, "How is it, my new teammate is not bad."

"Not only is he very capable, but he also has a good-looking face, especially in some games where you can manually sculpt a real person's face. But I always feel that the game characters I created manually before were not as good-looking as his. Maybe this is the fundamental difference between a living person and a three-dimensional model. Anyway, I'm happy to have a new teammate."

Qi Xueyi said this openly. When he greeted her, his neighbor, who was a little nervous, also said, "Indeed, she looks a lot like those stars, and her temperament is different from others."

At that moment, He Jingtong did not try to straighten his back when sitting in his seat, but he was still different from other students who were either sitting lazily to the side or lying on the table in a daze.

He sits upright, yet not stiff, like a graceful jade tree in a forest.

The education that the He family gave He Jingtong not only shaped him into a person with a strong sense of justice on the surface, but also required He Jingtong to learn etiquette in private.

The basic way of standing and sitting has been honed day by day for ten years and has been deeply ingrained into people's bones. It has become a way of doing things that is not necessary, but makes others happy when they see it.

"He is my teammate after all." Qi Xueyi smiled brightly and spoke without hesitation.

"You must be feeling smug." The neighbor glanced at He Jingtong and said with emotion, "You and Jian Zirui are already very strong, and now there's someone even stronger. With these two strong forces joining together, do we still have a chance to suppress your halo this time?"

"That's definitely a no-go, since I'm here."

The two of them were chatting very lively, but Jian Zirui and He Jingtong didn't feel left out. On the contrary, because the topics always involved characters related to them, Jian Zirui and He Jingtong felt a little helpless.

But before long, the arrival of Cui Tong and physical education teacher Jing Yunsong interrupted the enthusiastic puppy's conversation mode, and the incident finally took a new turn.

Cui Tong, who was on the stage, was holding a roll call list in his hand.

The name of number ten was mentioned one after another, perhaps out of concern for the new students, or perhaps because self-introduction has become a necessary procedure for the start of school, so the first class time is basically spent on self-introduction.

When it was He Jingtong's turn, he did not repeat the self-introduction he had given to Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi before, but said: "I am He Jingtong, my weapon is good at ritual sword, and my ability is inclined to thunder."

After that, Cui Tong didn't say anything else. Before other students started to discuss, he closed the roll call book and said, "Okay, these are all the second-year students in the Paranormal Department this year. I hope that everyone can work hard to become stronger in the new year and make sure that you can survive this year."

These words of blessing contain Cui Tong's full sincerity.

Looking at those eyes, even though some students couldn't help but complain that what he said was too official, they didn't really interrupt him. Instead, they waited quietly for him to finish.

Afterwards, Cui Tong brought Jing Yunsong and Tan Dong without giving them face.

He pointed at Jing Yunsong, who was dressed casually and had a gentle temperament, and said, "We haven't seen each other for two months during the summer vacation. Everyone, it's time for you to meet your new physical training teacher."

Jing Yunsong greeted Cui Tong with a smile, "Hello everyone, I am your second-year physical education teacher Jing Yunsong. I am mainly responsible for teaching you how to escape from adversity and how to fight back in desperate situations."

When he said this, He Jingtong looked up involuntarily, and unexpectedly met Jing Yunsong's eyes.

Although the outer corners of that person's eyes were higher than the inner corners, their eyes were not narrow and long like Fu Zexun's. Instead, they looked a bit like an adult dog. Even though the shape of his eyes was still innocent and gentle, the color of his pupils was actually deep and bright.

Jing Yunsong smiled at He Jingtong and was very interested in this student who had competed against Fu Zexun in the opening test.

Especially when he knew that He Jingtong had confronted Fu Zexun more than once, but he got himself seriously injured every time...

It's very interesting.

Every year when Jing Yunsong introduces himself to students, he repeats the above words. Escape from adversity, fight back from desperate situations, but in reality, most of the students only learn to escape from adversity and fight back from desperate situations, which are qualities that only very few people can possess.

Just like Cui Tong had spotted He Jingtong in the hospital a long time ago, Jing Yunsong, who had only heard of He Jingtong but had never actually met him, couldn't help but feel excited after actually meeting him.

"Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Cui, believes that after two months of extracurricular homework during the summer vacation, you should have made some progress. Therefore, instead of asking me to teach you the basic skills again and again, the result of our discussion is that you should play a game with me first."

student:???

“Does this make sense?”

"Fighting on the first day of formal classes?"

"It's normal to know this, but if I fight with Mr. Jing, the best martial artist in the academy, I wonder if my brain is strong enough to withstand a punch from him..."

The person who said the above was patted on the head by his teammate next to him. His teammate was also frightened and said seriously: "It's okay, you can use your head to work harder so that he won't blow it up with one punch."

That teammate: …

"Okay, who's going to go first?"

Jing Yunsong moved his wrists. He didn't have those knotted muscles that would make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, at first glance, his exposed wrists didn't even give people a sense of strength.

But it is said that with such a pair of hands, he can smash the A-level peak-level spirit with bare hands.

The current power system of the spirit world, without being disrupted by Fu Zexun, the top A-level spirits can be said to be the strongest.

It is conceivable that for a group of students who have difficulty fighting against C-level, Jingyunsong is a huge mountain that makes them daunted and impossible to climb.

At this time, no one would have the courage to challenge him...

No, there are people there.

He Jingtong and Jian Zirui took a step forward together. Qi Xueyi looked at his two teammates, thought about his own close combat ability, and finally decided...

Even if he can't be of any help, he can still go up and help get beaten.

This is teammates.

Perhaps Qi Xueyi was too excited because he said before Jing Yunsong spoke: "Thank me for not giving up on you in this situation."

He had an expression that said, "I am indeed the best teammate in the world."

He Jingtong and Jian Zirui, who had originally breathed a sigh of relief because of the pressure brought by Jing Yunsong, now sincerely felt that this teammate was no longer desirable.

Jing Yunsong didn't pay attention to the students' quarrel, but said: "Come one by one, I will play with you well."

When he spoke, his tone was not contemptuous, and the word "play" did not have any contemptuous meaning. To Jing Yunsong, the word "play" was actually a relatively serious term, because even if it was just playing a game, a serious person like Jing Yunsong would give it his all.

Tan Dong, who was not far away, picked up his pen.

Tan Dong has sharp straight hair tied into a ponytail. Compared with the current popular hairstyle that always has messy hair, the overly neat style will also make her a pressure to the students.

Add to that the Dean of Studies, Cui Tong. No matter how friendly Cui Tong looks, it cannot change the fact that he is the Dean of Studies.

The second grade is destined from the beginning to the end. This is a time when students must experience stress and it forces impetuous students to begin to settle down.

No one saw how Jing Yunsong operated. All they knew was that when he agreed to let He Jing and his team become his opponents, a stick appeared in Jing Yunsong's hand.

This was his weapon, and it was also what he had always carried with him when he trained day after day in the temple. When he took out the weapon, He Jingtong realized that this was not a simple physical test, but a real battle.

When it is impossible to defeat the opponent, how can I leave an impression on Jing Yunsong?

Just like Jing Yunsong thought He Jingtong was a good talent, He Jingtong also felt that he really needed to improve a skill. People who were better than him were naturally the best people to learn from.

The usual battle was too stressful for He Jingtong.

This kind of pressure is not an insurmountable pressure, but rather a frustrating feeling of wasted energy.

The battle scenes in comics are ultimately one-sided, and the physical references that can be obtained from them are also minimal.

Without systematic training, He Jingtong would have to face the fact that every battle would require a huge expenditure of his spiritual power.

This is a waste of resources, because once there is a systematic physical attack method, He Jingtong can greatly improve his endurance and stamina.

Use a more energy-saving method of fighting to achieve greater victory.

Without further ado, after He Jingtong had the Nine Gates in his hand, he immediately held the knife with both hands, holding the ceremonial knife vertically in front of him with the blade facing outwards.

The next second, He Jingtong's eyes flashed, and the wooden stick held by Jing Yunsong came straight towards him.

The top of the wooden stick rushed vertically towards He Jingtong. For a moment, he could only see a dot the size of a ping-pong ball.

This made it extremely difficult for He Jingtong to judge the distance between the wooden stick and him, so he could only hastily raise Ming Jiuguan to resist. However, before the knife was about to hit the wooden stick, the wooden stick was as fast as a swimming dragon, easily avoiding the position of Ming Jiuguan's blade, and was picked up from the side, slanting from the left side and inserted into He Jingtong's right shoulder and neck.

"If this was a serious life-and-death game, you would have died just now." Jing Yunsong retracted his weapon and felt even more satisfied when he saw that He Jingtong's face not only did not show any fear, but became more calm.

Then Jing Yunsong retracted the stick and quickly swung it out in a simple and rough vertical chop.

This time, He Jingtong saw it and even blocked it.

But the subtle thing is that the ordinary wooden stick was not cut into two pieces by the extremely strong Ming Jiuguan.

On the contrary, this move of resisting the attack made He Jingtong, who was originally standing steadily, lean forward unconsciously, so that his toes were slightly raised.

Jing Yunsong did not miss this opportunity. He quickly pulled back the stick and swept his left leg across.

After all, He Jingtong had undergone a week-long inhuman training, so even in this unstable situation, he was able to react quickly and leap backwards.

"Whether it's a fight with weapons or just pure kung fu, you can exert 120% of your strength, but never 100%. 120% means there is no turning back, while 100% means you have a way to turn back, but you don't have the strength to retreat."

Jing Yunsong threw the stick in his hand aside and started fighting with He Jingtong at close range.

The Ming Jiuguan in He Jingtong's hand was also quickly taken back into the system space by him.

As Jing Yunsong was surprised, his movement trajectory became faster and faster, and the sounds of his fists and feet breaking through the air continued.

Every time, Jing Yunsong's attack seemed to be in an uncertain state. Although he did not seem to have much strength, he easily pushed He Jingtong back several steps.

The attack was almost the same, but it could hit He Jingtong and at the same time directly use He Jingtong's body as a springboard to temporarily switch the attack trajectory and direction.

"When you exert your strength, you must consider the two consequences of this attack: a hit and a miss." Jing Yunsong taught while fighting.

"In a real fight, besides going forward and retreating, there is also a delicate state of being in the middle. That is, I attack, but this attack does not consume any energy for me. Instead, it deceives you and makes you unconsciously consume more energy. Even because of the powerful attack, because the opponent uses the force to attack and does not relay, the attacker's center of gravity will shift."

In the continuous fight, Jing Yunsong swung his fists and feet several times. He Jingtong was beaten back many times, and his clothes and face were covered with dust, looking like a wolf.

But no matter what he did, he never hit Jing Yunsong once.

Whether it was Jing Yunsong's words or his actions, He Jingtong saw them all and took them to heart.

The purpose of this kind of deceptive battle is to make the opponent consume far more energy than yourself, which is suitable for evenly matched games.

This was destined to be a difficult contest, so He Jingtong set himself the goal of delivering a complete attack to Jing Yunsong.

After understanding this point, He Jingtong began to think about how to break the impasse.

Cheating is the hint given by Jing Yunsong.

When He Jingtong made a tentative attack, but only used 80% of his strength, He Jingtong found that this time, he was repelled and took two more steps back than when he used 100% of his strength.

Therefore, when the next attack was blocked and repelled with 100% of his strength, He Jingtong retreated a distance of 80% of his strength.

Testing is so simple. When He Jingtong made a 120% attack without looking back, everyone thought that He Jingtong would just make an ineffective attack like before, or even pass over Jing Yunsong directly because of the inertia of the force.

Before He Jingtong's attack, whether it was his starting speed or the trajectory of his leg muscles during the flying kick, Jing Yunsong was certain that He Jingtong's desperate attempt was just a pretense. Jing Yunsong was too professional, so professional that he could completely predict He Jingtong's attack based on the trajectory of his body's movement.

But unfortunately, what Jing Yunsong didn't know was that He Jingtong had pain blocking ability.

The speed impact caused by body spasms, muscle twists, and muscle movement trajectories was minimal for He Jingtong. He was even able to use 120% of his strength and still have the strength to retract the attack and reduce the loss of strength.

Therefore, when Jing Yunsong thought that He Jingtong's attack was still a test, He Jingtong's fist actually hit his chest.

A muffled groaning sound escaped from his throat, and Jing Yunsong looked at He Jingtong with his eyes brightening.

Afterwards, Jing Yunsong's attack doubled in terms of speed and strength.

During the attacks again and again, Jing Yunsong discovered that He Jingtong had a strong learning ability. Any guidance and fighting habits he gave could be quickly absorbed by him.

And He Jingtong is very daring.

He Jingtong dared to use his own body to experiment with the true effects of those attacks. Even if they would be seen through or interrupted, He Jingtong still learned more than one move.

When Jing Yunsong was about to lose control of his excitement because of He Jingtong's learning ability, Cui Tong called a halt: "The one-on-one temporary coaching match ends here. Don't set too high expectations for a student who has never systematically studied physical training. What you should do now is--"

The Dean of Studies looked at the students and said calmly, "We are testing whether they have been slacking off during the summer vacation and have forgotten to take care of their physical fitness."

"You're right." Jing Yunsong withdrew his hand, and there was no sign at all that he had just gotten excited by almost having a fight with a student.

Then, he picked up the stick that had been thrown away...

And started to beat other students unilaterally.

He Jingtong stood nearby, staring blankly at him beating people up with several times more ferocity.

Tan Dong, who was not far away, saw his appearance and said in a calm tone, but still with a hint of frost: "You entered the school in the second year, so you have not systematically studied physical training in the academy for a year."

Tan Dong was drawing on the paper while she was talking. She was not short in height, and she looked straight at He Jingtong who was standing next to her, and stopped the pen in her hand that was constantly moving.

"I have discussed with Director Cui before about your future studies. We think that instead of letting you learn physical training from scratch, it is better to go straight to the path of fighting for the sake of fighting."

"In other words," Tan Dong paused, "from now on, the school will not teach you any systematic physical combat. You will only be asked to fight all your classmates continuously, even against Jing Yunsong."

"Admittedly, this seems to be an unreasonable method, but considering that you were able to fight against Fu Zexun twice before and escaped unscathed both times, it is better to let you learn the fighting methods that he knows instead of teaching you. As for what kind of fighting style you can eventually form, it depends on you."

"We as teachers think this is the path that is more suitable for you. What do you think?"

As a teacher, Tan Dong usually analyzes students' abilities and provides them with one-on-one reinforcement guidance.

But this kind of direction will eventually be presented to other students in the form of documents.

As for the reason, He Jingtong glanced at Tan Dong beside her. Under her calm tone, she unconsciously tightened the paper in her hand and tightened her jawline.

Tan Dong, a teacher who also appeared in the plot, has abilities that are neither combat nor defense-oriented, but rather strangely quantified.

This is why He Jingtong, who doesn't play games much, initially used game levels to describe himself.

Tan Dong's ability is to unify and digitize everything that others have.

If fighting is a skill, Jing Yunsong must be at level 10. Most of the other students are at level 4, and the better ones are at level 5. But some of them are lazy and unwilling to exercise, so they only reach level 2 in physical training after spending the entire first year of high school.

Regarding these students, Tan Dong is obviously more optimistic about He Jingtong.

His intelligence was so straightforward that any teacher could check it in the academy. However, this student, who had only been exposed to the world of spiritualists for less than a month and a half, even had a physical skills level of a pseudo-fifth level.

As for why the level he saw was marked with "fake", it was the first time that Tan Dong encountered such a situation.

She believes that this may be because He Jingtong directly broke away from the systematic recognition of humans' way of fighting against supernatural beings formed in the past.

C-level psychics must have a systematic way of fighting...but not long ago, He Jingtong, who had never learned systematically, killed an A-level psychic in front of all the students.

Under such circumstances, if He Jingtong were to learn standardized physical training step by step, his potential for development would only be restricted.

"All the teachers have already held a meeting to discuss this. I don't think that I, who don't know much about spiritualists and spirits at the moment, have the ability to surpass your understanding." He Jingtong's words were both polite and stiff.

He always behaves differently when facing different people.

Whether it is He Wanchen or... Tan Dong who will die in the plot.

To be precise, He Jingtong would look strange facing anyone who would die in the plot.

Tan Dong also noticed this strangeness, but it made her feel relieved. For a person with social phobia, if the student is a social expert or something, the pressure is really great.

This point specifically refers to Qi Xueyi.

"Then your training method from now on will follow this process." Tan Dong started to draw on the paper again.

Not long after, He Jingtong's attention was diverted from Tan Dong to the sound of Jing Yunsong blowing a bunch of students away.

He looked at Jing Yunsong standing in the crowd. He Jingtong could see clearly that Jing Yunsong had not used any spiritual power just now. Even so, Jing Yunsong had managed to knock all the students away with just his fighting skills and his body...

He Jingtong could feel his heart beating faster. Tan Dong, who was standing next to him, was startled to see that he was unconsciously hunching his back, like a wild animal about to attack.

Then he said, "If you want to join in, you can."

This one-sided competition between teachers and students was simply to get the second graders to concentrate.

As the grade begins and extracurricular activities increase, no matter how stupid they are, they will gradually realize that what Fu Zexun said is just empty talk.

As for the first years, let's first understand what psychics and spirits actually mean.

The strict college system cannot be sustained for just ten years. If the education system formed over nearly a hundred years can be shaken as easily as Fu Zexun, then they really don't need to do anything.

This seems to be a very confident and serious statement, but it is still inevitable that the teachers in the school did not realize that Fu Zexun's primary goal was not to confuse the students and disrupt the foundation of the college. He just wanted the confused students to unconsciously start targeting He Jingtong.

He Jingtong's eyes darkened. He silently captured this picture and added a voice-over. Then, He Jingtong rejoined the battle.

The beating was terrible, but when Tan Dong found that the word "fake" next to He Jingtong's fifth-level physical training had become visibly lighter, he couldn't help but be happy for him.

Afterwards, when the teachers gathered in the office to discuss the student privately, Tan Dong couldn't help but sigh: "He Jingtong's talent is hard to come by in a century."

Cui Tong and Jing Yunsong were stunned for a moment and said, "I didn't expect you to say such a thing."

To the outside, he appears to have a very oppressive and cold aura, but inside, Tan Dong, who suffers from social phobia, suddenly becomes stiff.

Qu Shu entered the office with her ponytail lazily hanging over her left shoulder. She happened to see a few people at this time and greeted them. When she handed the documents in her hand to them, she said, "The Supernatural Department in Sheng City knows that we will start the high school student psychic internship in October, so they moved the school competition that was originally scheduled for October to September. This is the report, you can take a look first."

"This year is so chaotic, and we still have a league?" Jing Yunsong said disapprovingly. "Well..." Qu Shu pondered for a moment and explained, "To be honest, Fu Zexun's situation is only serious in our eyes. From the perspective of other schools, he will be caught sooner or later."

"There's no reason to stop the advancement that students have to face because of one person who is bound to get caught."

Not far away, the grade teacher, Xijun, who was sitting in the corner, also raised his head.

He is a mixed-blood, with blue eyes, like Arctic ice, very handsome, and his temperament is as gentle as Jing Yunsong, but different from Nuan Yu. Jing Xijun looks colder.

Hearing this, Lu Xijun couldn't help but say, "But this year's sophomore league competition was already decided last year and will be held at the Elite Academy."

"Holding it here, I always feel that Fu Zexun will show up again."

"It's a bit annoying." Jing Yunsong frowned. All the teachers in this office felt annoyed with Fu Zexun.

After the bounty was issued and before school started, they all tried to hunt down Fu Zexun to some extent. Those who didn't find him could only say that they were unlucky. As for those who did find him, after fighting him, they couldn't help but feel that Fu Zexun was really disgusting.

He controls a large number of supernatural beings, and he himself was once an internal member of the academy. Although he doesn't know all the abilities of other teachers, Fu Zexun will definitely know things that don't need to be kept secret.

Therefore, anyone who fights him will feel that they are restricted, and he is also besieged by many spirits...

After that kind of battle, the only feeling left was naturally disgust.

"We need to set up a trap and try to trick Fu Zexun in."

"But who among us knows what his purpose is? Judging from the current situation, I think no one would think that he created the spirits to protect humanity."

"He had already escaped, but he showed up again during the opening test... At least that was my first thought. I thought Fu Zexun wanted to use this test to observe the strength of the second-year students and select his next target."

"He Jingtong has good talents and abilities, but I think everyone knows his background. It is not so easy for people from the He family to be used as experimental subjects, unless Fu Zexun wants He Yunian to do it himself."

"It's not certain that Fu Zexun can afford the price of his family's attack. Compared to what we might do, which is to send Fu Zexun to the spiritual master's court first, go through the punishment process, and then shoot him, He Jingtong's grandfather, He Yunian, would only let him die on the spot."

It was based on this point that the teachers almost naturally ruled out the idea that He Jingtong would become the selected target.

The teachers even thought that He Jingtong was simply unlucky to keep running into Fu Zexun.

In the office, Cui Tong clapped his hands in the middle of a conversation between several people, interrupting their heated discussion and saying, "Let's first take a look at the advance documents for the league tournament sent over from next door.

"No matter how much we want to catch Fu Zexun, we can't throw away our efforts because of him.

“The improvement of students’ abilities is what we teachers should strive for most.

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Back to He Jingtong, after being hit by a hammer, He Jingtong truly felt the shortcomings of his fighting skills.

While reviewing the battle process, He Jingtong could even feel that his heartbeat was still speeding up involuntarily.

He enjoyed the feeling of becoming stronger bit by bit through fighting.

After Qi Xueyi's wounds were healed, the other students all looked more or less tired due to the recovery of their injuries, and most of them lay on the table and rested lazily.

He Jingtong was the only one who stood up during the break, looking as if he wanted to find Jing Yunsong to ask for answers to the questions in his mind.

Qi Xueyi stopped him with a dejected look on his face: "Even if you don't feel tired, I am still tired.

"Do you know how much treatment experience I have gained in the past few days?!

Qi Xueyi's face was stiff when he was brushing his classmates for treatment. He thought that since they were all classmates, he should be polite, smile, say a few words or something. But even the happy puppy couldn't stop himself because there were so many classmates!

For the first time, Qi Xueyi felt that ten classmates were really too many!

"Sorry." He Jingtong stopped and tried to leave the classroom.

Qi Xueyi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The treatment feels like I am being drained.

During the afternoon class, he was even more listless. Even when Cui Tong asked the students to practice on their own, Qi Xueyi secretly said to He Jingtong: "Your soul wall is essentially a manifestation of the thickness of your soul.

Otherwise, how could He Jingtong be so assertive when even Jian Zirui was so weak in the whole class?

But if this level of talent is accompanied by an abnormal mentality of becoming crazy and stronger, Qi Xueyi would rather be a person who is prone to kidney deficiency and has mediocre treatment.

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After school in the afternoon, Qi Xueyi said that he needed to go back to the dormitory to rest, and hoped that He Jingtong would not start the crazy training mode tonight that was about to make him vomit.

Even if it was turned on, Qi Xueyi said that he would be able to watch He Jingtong die cruelly.

But he just said, "Just run 50 laps around the playground.

Jian Zirui looked like she wanted to complain but was powerless.

Finally, she took out a few meatballs, handed them to He Jingtong, and walked away with a tired look on her face.

No one, no one can go through all kinds of inhuman training while being beaten in the morning (physical training class), having all the brain cells burned out in the afternoon (soul training class), and being forced to do homework in the evening (what I learned today).

Congratulations Jingtong?

Qi Xueyi & Jian Zirui: It’s exciting to have teammates who are not human. Smile.jpg!