Chapter 40 Will Die
At that moment, both teammates had too many things to say.
But any voice that surged to the throat was swallowed back into the stomach.
One is that I don’t know how to say it, and the other is that I know it won’t have any effect even if I say it.
If there was, He Jingtong would not have tortured himself by still living in this dormitory without any personal trace until half a month after the start of school.
At least in Qi Xueyi's opinion, even though it seemed cruel and indifferent, people living in the present should not be imprisoned in the past by people who had been dead for a long time.
Especially since He Jingtong had always behaved very "normally" before this.
So why?
Why is there no trace of He Jingtong in this gatehouse?
Does he really want to live a good life in this school, or become a spiritualist?
People who live in the present always think about the future. Even though we keep repeating that the present is the most important, thinking about the future has already become a unique instinctive behavior for humans who have the ability to think.
If He Jingtong was normal, then this dormitory would definitely not look like this.
Qi Xueyi's smile froze on his face, and Jian Zirui's peaceful and calm expression also disappeared.
He Jingtong, however, acted as if he saw nothing and walked towards the pile of cardboard boxes with steady steps.
With his back to the two of them, he said calmly, "Speaking of which, the things I brought from the apartment have been kept in the cardboard box and have not been taken out."
"If you want to play the game, you have to wait for me and let me find out which box the item is in."
Qi Xueyi felt the unnaturalness unconsciously.
Before the reverse speculation, Qi Xueyi thought that He Jingtong's constant challenge to Jing Yunsong had become commonplace because it happened so often...
Is it really just about enjoying the process of becoming stronger?
Perhaps He Jingtong did not fail to consider the future, but the future he considered did not allow him to live a good, happy, and comfortable life.
These perceptions.
What do you need to do to become stronger?
Liang Sheng's tentative statement about the eldest master has actually proved that he probably has some personal channels to know about He Jingtong's identity as the heir of the He family.
As teammates, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui naturally could not be unaware of this.
He Jingtong has never done anything to hide anything.
He Jingtong's family should have paved the way for him behind him, and Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi should have been walking beside him. As for what was ahead of him, if there was something that particularly required strength, perhaps it was only killing Fu Zexun with his own hands.
The reason why He Jingtong had murderous intentions towards Fu Zexun was definitely not because he was beaten so badly by him time and time again.
If this could arouse He Jingtong's hatred, then why would he challenge Jing Yunsong and repeatedly injure him?
The only reason he cared was because of the deceased senior, Jiang Nan.
As teammates, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui could only understand He Jingtong's mentality when he experienced all that from An Lai's description.
However, the human instinct to look at the bright side still makes them ignore the possibility that He Jingtong may not be able to move on.
All the thoughts were suppressed in their hearts, and the two of them silently helped to sort out the cardboard boxes, from which they took out various personal belongings of He Jingtong.
Water cup, toothbrush, daily necessities...
Until everything is in place.
But even so, this dormitory door still looks like a model room door.
Even though it was filled with things belonging to He Jingtong, it still lacked the breath of life.
"There's no more games to play." Qi Xueyi was cutting and flattening the emptied cardboard boxes and piling them in the corner, waiting for them to leave so that they could be taken away from the room.
When Jian Zirui opened the window for ventilation, she glanced at He Jingtong who was tidying up the bed.
Before the bed sheet was spread flat, he smoothed out every wrinkle bit by bit with the palm of his hand.
"But helping He Jingtong to tidy up the room door can also be considered a little game to bring teammates closer together." Jian Zirui cooperated with Qi Xueyi in a relaxed tone.
They seemed to find nothing.
"Then congratulations, you have completed the game now." He Jingtong threw the pillow on the middle door of the bed. He took out his mobile phone and showed the lock screen to his two teammates. The 13:48 displayed on the top meant that they only had 12 minutes to rush to the classroom.
Afterwards, the three of them went to the teaching building. Along the way, they were just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, or the day before yesterday... The way the three of them interacted always revealed the care and intimacy between teammates, but it was not too corny.
During the afternoon class, Cui Tong informed us that the psychic league competition with the neighboring city of Sheng would officially start in five days.
After the announcement, the students were not required to start cultivating their soul power right away as they had done in the past.
Cui Tong said: "In order to maximize the role of the league, I worked with your teachers An Lai and Tan Dong to develop a soul power score detector."
Having said that, Cui Tong opened the familiar spiritual master app.
Afterwards, he opened a familiar WiFi signal-like detection interface.
"Since there has never been a similar function developed in the past, the spiritual master rating is mostly based on the teacher's impression and the actual power experience to obtain the certificate. Although it is not troublesome, it is not a very systematic process."
"Therefore, this function also has the function of detecting the spiritual power of the spiritual master and digitizing the spiritual power. When the value of the spiritual power of the student is within a certain range, the school can submit an application for spiritual master level upgrade. After practice, it can be confirmed whether the spiritual master level is upgraded or the application is rejected."
Cui Tong explained it in detail, but some students still said, "It seems that there is no difference from before. Instead, there is a kind of atmosphere that indirectly causes students to be nervous and anxious because of the grading system?"
"Rankings are not published." Cui Tong did not respond to the students' opinions in a unified manner.
"What is actually announced is only the basic requirements for spiritual power required by spiritual masters of different levels. After all, some students have stronger spiritual power, but their actual physical skills are not very good, and vice versa."
"In this case, let the students know their approximate power range, and then decide whether to apply to upgrade their spiritual master level... In this way, it will become a more systematic spiritual master advancement plan for both the school and the students."
"From a common sense point of view, the slightly personal method of evaluating strength will only make the teacher choose to manually block the level when your strength does not reach the expected value."
In short, this is a very necessary new rule that has emerged in response to the development of the times.
It was so new that Tan Dong was even on Fu Zexun's death list.
What He Jingtong had thought about before, regarding the phenomenon of Tan Dong's death, was because of her power system with too strong auxiliary ability.
As long as Tan Dong's digitization ability is not truly demonstrated in the open, Fu Zexun will forget about her because of this power that does not have lethality.
But it was precisely because the data-based indicators of student power were launched that Tan Dong naturally became one of Fu Zexun's focus groups.
The latter also learned and confirmed that Tan Dong could even digitize Fu Zexun's information and determine how many artificial spirits he had in his hands.
Just as the teachers generally believed, Fu Zexun would be jealous of He Jingtong's grandfather's power because of his identity and would not dare to actually take action against him.
The other people who were truly hiding behind the scenes and who were more deeply versed in the spiritual world system than the students did not take action against Fu Zexun at this time because they felt that this grasshopper after autumn might not be able to jump for a few days.
But what if the number of artificial spirits in Fu Zexun's hands was announced? That would be another matter.
Even if one is a murderer who draws nourishment from killing to make himself stronger, he will never be like Fu Zexun, who will gain extra power every time he kills a person and transforms a person into a spirit.
His existence is like the madness of being able to create an alien army with his bare hands.
This is the danger that Fu Zexun may possess, but it is not the danger that he will definitely possess.
At least that's how it looks to people at a higher level.
As long as Tan Dong is killed, and he can always keep himself alert but not be truly surrounded, he can avoid those unnecessary crises.
Fu Zexun only thought so.
Therefore, the joint match between the two schools five days later, which was the student joint competition that was originally scheduled to start in October, naturally became a necessary plot for Tan Dong's funeral.
How can we save this teacher whose abilities were destined to reach Fu Zexun's ears from the moment Cui Tong opened his mouth?
The answer to this question was thrown to Anlai after school.
An Lai had no idea what Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui saw in He Jing's dormitory.
The deviation in information made An Lai, like his two teammates before noon, feel that He Jingtong at the moment was "very normal."
"How can we save Tan Dong?" An Lai repeated the question, and finally just typed, "How about not letting Tan Dong participate in this two-school league match?"
"But can you guarantee that if Teacher Tan is sent away or acts alone, he won't be targeted by Fu Zexun more quickly?" He Jingtong typed a reply.
Not long after school, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui went to the school hospital together after the school doctor came back. They planned to study some psychological issues, so they chose to say goodbye to He Jingtong and let him go back to the dormitory first.
While He Jingtong was walking towards the dormitory building, he ran into Tan Dong who was also getting off work at the door.
The lady with a neat ponytail took a deep breath and greeted He Jingtong in a low voice: "Student He."
On the phone, An Lai sent another message: "Before answering your question, I want to know why you are so sure that Tan Dong will die."
On the surface, Tan Dong was questioning He Jingtong, whispering to him, "What do you think of the new features on the Spiritual Master app?"
When speaking, unlike Song Yu who seemed somewhat false and shy when he was eating in the cafeteria, when Tan Dong asked this question, he felt an indescribable sense of trembling.
"When we created this function, we always felt that students would tend to compare with each other, so we closed the ranking function." "But I also felt that if we closed the ranking function, students would not be able to generate motivation to move forward. And if we open it, we are worried that the results of this function will be passed on to Fu Zexun and become the names of those he will select as backup artificial spirits..."
"I'm sorry, I have to tell you these things that I shouldn't have told you." Tan Dong felt embarrassed, but because He Jingtong was the only classmate she was familiar with, she could only ask him this question in the end.
"If you ask me what I think, I just think that this function is necessary to keep up with the development of the times." When He Jingtong said this, he shook his phone and showed an apologetic smile.
Then he replied to An Lai on the other end of the phone, typing word by word: "Because, there is someone like Fu Zexun in the second grade."
At the same time, He Jingtong turned off his phone and looked up at Tan Dong who was standing next to him. Under the other's anxious gaze, he said calmly: "There is no need to be afraid of whether we can help him if we become better because of a person who has nothing to do with the college."
"Come to think of it, teacher, have you ever thought about the deeper role of your ability?" It was as if He Jingtong didn't realize that as a student, he didn't have the information channel to know the exact manifestation of Tan Dong's power.
It was as if he was so focused that he hadn't noticed it.
Tan Dong noticed something, but she didn't ask him in the end. Knowing the reason for her strength, she just said, "Cooperating with Cui Tong to strengthen the students' strength in a more scientific way is the best I can do with my strength."
"Then can you see me?" He Jingtong stopped moving forward and stopped where he was.
In the wind and rain corridor connecting the general department and the supernatural department, the flower bed not far away was swaying in the wind, and the sky somehow changed from sunny to cloudy, and a large number of dark clouds floated in.
"Can you see the power I possess?"
Tan Dong nodded.
"Level 5 physical skill, 3680 points of soul power reserve, the weapon is called Ming Jiuguan, right? It sounds like a very impressive name, and the lightning-type ability is also very powerful."
"Come to think of it, I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet. In just half a month, you have completely removed the word 'fake' next to the fifth-level physical training." While speaking, Tan Dong kept thinking whether the tone and way of his speech were stiff and strange.
"That's it..." She suddenly hesitated for a moment, and finally smiled stiffly and shyly and said, "In addition to these, your ability column seems to have this strange 'gaze of destiny'."
Looking at He Jingtong's pupils which suddenly shrank, Tan Dong panicked unconsciously and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I can only see the existence of this power, but I don't know what it specifically means..." He Jingtong stood there without saying a word.
When Tan Dong saw his look, he suddenly became confused and scared.
At the same time, the mobile phone held in He Jingtong's hand and hanging naturally at his side also dinged and the screen lit up.
The text sent by An Lai jumped out: "Why didn't you say it earlier? If you think that those students didn't betray before they officially committed the act of betrayal... then this problem should be left to adults like me to think about, instead of letting you get entangled by yourself."
He Jingtong paid no attention to the phone. Despite the multi-view function, he was able to capture the entire scene of him holding the phone and the text displayed on the phone.
Make sure that when the three-dimensional audience sees this scene later, they can quickly discover He Jingtong’s good intentions for his classmates.
In addition, He Jingtong finally took another step.
He looked ahead, and his voice reached Tan Dong's ears calmly: "Since you can even see this kind of thing, don't you think that as long as you turn on your ability and look at Fu Zexun, you can see the power he possesses?"
"But the power possessed by Fu Zexun has always been recorded by the academy." Tan Dong did not think that he would be targeted.
"But what if you could see the number of alien spirits controlled by Fu Zexun, or even the names of those man-made alien spirits?"
"You're going to die..."
This time, the one who stayed behind was Tan Dong.
She looked stunned, and couldn't understand why He Jingtong would say such a thing.
But Tan Dong thought that He Jingtong was not the kind of person who would do something aimless.
"You know Fu Zexun will target me, and then I will die." Tan Dong said this in an affirmative tone.
Social phobia does not mean that a person's brain is completely blinded by emotions such as fear and timidity.
On the contrary, because they are afraid of the outside world, people with social phobia usually have a higher level of attention to the outside world.
Being highly sensitive, coupled with his constantly jumping intuitive thinking at this moment, as well as the change in He Jingtong's expression caused by the word "fate" before, everything still seemed to reveal a mysterious atmosphere. However, the only thing that could be confirmed was that he would die, and die at the hands of Fu Zexun.
"I will die." Tan Dong repeated these three words, and then suddenly laughed.
There was no gloom in that smile: "I have never thought about this problem before."
He Jingtong suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "I thought I said you would die, not that you would be targeted by Fu Zexun."
"I heard it." Tan Dong nodded and looked at the young man standing next to her.
There is no doubt that He Jingtong is good-looking. There is no ugly person among the spiritual masters. Compared with his teammates or classmates, He Jingtong is just exceptionally good-looking.
This face will naturally be favored by others wherever it goes.
But for a child who should have grown up with love, there were visible red bloodshot eyes.
That didn't reduce his appearance, but instead gave him a more decadent aura.
In addition, the white knuckles from squeezing the phone too tightly seemed to be telling Tan Dong directly that He Jingtong's heart was filled with too many complicated emotions that she couldn't understand.
But how can a child think so much? !