Chapter 41 Closed Loop

For a child who had the words "gaze of destiny" written in the column of "ability", it seemed natural for him to think so much.

Information channels that were previously unclear now have more accurate answers.

Tan Dong smiled and looked towards the flower bed not far away, without looking at He Jing.

I didn't want to add pressure to him, but I also felt that I never thought that there would be a day when Fu Zexun would target me.

"As an adult, I do consider what fate symbolizes. After all, we live in a world where our fate is determined from the moment we wake up."

"So when you really mentioned that I would die, I didn't have any fear or timid thoughts. Of course, if you are curious about why I believed you, I probably can't give you a more reasonable and formal reason."

Tan Dong still turned her head to look at He Jingtong, even though the palm of her hand hanging on her other side had already been scratched.

"I just thought you wouldn't lie to me."

There is no need.

He Jingtong had no reason to lie to her.

It was such a simple understanding that made it easy for Tan Dong to believe He Jingtong.

"Okay, let's end this topic." Tan Dong straightened her body so that she was looking directly at He Jingtong. She then said, "I need to discuss with Cui Tong and An Lai to see if it is necessary to further improve the new features of the Spiritual Master APP."

Despite this, Tan Dong did not intend to keep He Jingtong there, but took the initiative to urge him: "You go back first."

"I'll watch you go. This place is not far from the boys' dormitory. I'll leave after you get downstairs."

He Jingtong stood there in silence for a long time before finally turning around and leaving.

When they really got downstairs, He Jingtong turned his head back unconsciously and saw Tan Dong still standing there.

Even though they were far apart, He Jingtong could still see Tan Dongchong waving at him when he turned around.

In the plot, when the teacher's heart was pierced, it seemed as if she died in his arms.

And she also said to him: "Everyone will die eventually, it just happened that I died today..."

In fact, He Jingtong should have been more familiar with Tan Dong.

At least the protagonist of a comic, especially a boy's comic, always has sunny and bright features in the story.

Even though this characteristic is so hypocritical, it cannot be changed. He Jingtong in the comics carefully approaches Tan Dong again and again, bringing this teacher who is always afraid of contact with people, self-righteously, to the students little by little.

Tan Dong discovered that students are not that scary after all, and strangers are not devils in human skin.

But what is the final result?

——Watching Tan Dong die in his arms.

Of course, there is nothing in this plot that goes beyond the relationship between teacher and student. This is about He Jingtong, the protagonist of a boys' comic, who finds that Tan Dong needs help, and then has no way of letting go of a person in need, so he struggles alone among the crowd.

But He Jingtong did not come closer at that moment.

Just like until now, Pei Lin and Shang Tingqi have never really come to He Jingtong since Jiang Nan's death because they don't know how to face him.

"It's better not to get close to people who don't need to get close to you."

How many people are there who should have been familiar with him, but ended up becoming familiar strangers?

There is no answer to this question.

He Jingtong returned to the dormitory and let the cold water from the bathroom pour over his head.

The system also asked him at this time: [The character 'He Jingtong' you created is considered the protagonist character recognized by the creator. But as He Jingtong himself, do you really have no intention of getting close to those acquaintances? ]

"I think what you want to ask is, how can I maintain the beautiful, strong and tragic characteristics that I show in comics, while at the same time being able to do it internally and never let myself suffer a loss." He Jingtong let the cold water fall down his head, and his dark eyes opened at this moment.

The pupils, glowing with an inorganic luster, were soaked in cold water, like a ruthless machine that was given an additional program that symbolized emotions.

System recovery: [I am indeed curious about this. 】

But the system didn't say it, it was still more curious about the question it asked at the beginning.

Humans are social creatures, and the system can naturally use countless data to prove this point, but the system cannot say that He Jingtong is not a social creature.

Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui have always been teammates recognized by He Jingtong.

But what about everyone else?

Pei Lin, Shang Tingqi, Tan Dong...

There will only be more and more people like this in the future. In the plot, some people have close interactions with He Jingtong, but for various reasons, they end up having no interactions with him or even completely distance themselves from him.

Is this really okay?

But the system can't answer.

What kind of rational answer do you expect from a madman?

So even if you ask the question, even if you get an answer, both the question and the answer will seem irrelevant.

"Tan Dong will not die. I will release him in the comics just like the encounter between Pei Lin, Shang Tingqi and I in the original story. In the comics shown to the audience, Tan Dong is still the socially anxious teacher in my memory who needs help."

"Even though she may not know it, whether it was my help to her in her original destiny or the choice I made in her later destiny to prevent her from dying."

[What are you going to do now?] The simulated heartbeat of the system skipped a beat, the word "again". It was obvious that the system had already developed PTSD because of He Jingtong's various actions of hurting (training) itself.

He Jingtong turned off the faucet, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, looked at his bluish lips in the mirror, and pursed them hard.

Seeing that his color had returned, He Jingtong smiled at the mirror and said, "If Fu Zexun had to choose between taking me away or killing Tan Dong, which one do you think he would choose?"

[I don't want to think so! I only know that you are putting yourself in danger again. Even if you are the protagonist of a comic, you will not die easily, but it is not impossible to encounter a situation where life is worse than death. And have you forgotten that for a medium-length youth comic, the current progress of the comic is not even one-tenth of it. ]

The system cannot stop He Jingtong's idea by relying on emotions, because it is useless. But it can try to influence He Jingtong from a realistic perspective.

However, the system never realized that as a bystander system, it did not need to try to influence the self-determined comic protagonist.

Just like the three-dimensional audience, they have already involuntarily felt sorry for He Jingtong, but are still reluctant to give up this comic.

[If you go to Fu Zexun's field now, how can you guarantee that the comics can be reasonably advanced? ]

He Jingtong did not answer the system's questions.

Regardless of whether it is, "When is the choice given to Fu Zexun? Is it a choice that he must choose?"

Or, "When the reversal function has not even been purchased, how simple does the system have to be to think that Fu Zexun can 'get him' at this stage?"

Don't argue too much with a bystander.

So the system didn't get any answer.

When the program was almost in chaos due to anger, the inhuman creature could not have imagined that what He Jingtong was thinking deep in his heart was whether he could try to collude with the system and bargain back if the system took the initiative to intervene.

Unfortunately, He Jingtong did not intend to use the system.

The main reason is that I don't want to have too much to do with a silicon-based creature that is not human but has emotional reactions.

The night passed quickly, and the league match between the two schools was getting closer.

During these few days, An Lai tried to test He Jingtong more than once to find out which of the second-year students was the traitor, but He Jingtong just remained unmoved.

An Lai was so angry that his liver ached, but there was nothing he could do.

No matter what he said, "I understand that you think that before your classmates actually make a mistake, 'maybe they will make a mistake' is just a possibility in fate, and they may not make a mistake. But this statement of 'maybe they will not make a mistake' is used to gamble on this possibility, but it is Tan Dong's fate that is used."

An Lai explained the situation with reason and emotion: "Besides, the school will not impose any harsh punishment on students who have not really done anything bad. At most, they will just ask them if they know where Fu Zexun is."

But it still doesn't work.

Until An Lai sent a new text.

[Tan Dong is an only child. Her father died at the hands of a ghost when he was young. Her mother witnessed the abnormal scene with her own eyes, but because she did not see the ghost, she suffered a mental breakdown and went crazy.

Afterwards, Tan Dong's abilities were awakened and he was sent to the academy.

After graduation, she did not choose to develop independently like other graduates, but chose to become one of the teachers at Elite College.

She believes that even if she can only provide assistance, she can still contribute to the training of more spiritual masters.

If a teacher like this died at the hands of Fu Zexun, I think this is a consequence that you and I cannot bear.

And if you believe that students don’t really make mistakes and that fate is not absolute, then I admit this. After all, the ability is yours, and the only one who can see more clearly is you. 】

[I just think that you should give Tan Dong a chance to decide her own fate.]

An Lai certainly knew that no one's fate could be determined by He Jingtong.

But he had to put this hat on He Jingtong.

Otherwise, that young man is really a person who doesn't like anything.

This is what An Lai thought about, and it was the choice he made when he had no other choice.

On the other hand, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui sent a remote psychological assessment report on He Jingtong, who was evaluated by others, from a psychiatrist, a friend of the school doctor, that afternoon.

Mild to moderate depression, self-destructive tendencies, severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, anorexia...

"It seems like having a personal psychologist, which is not surprising." An Lai said with a wry smile.

Qi Xueyi, who was standing not far away, clenched his fists.

"It's possible that He Jingtong has never gotten over the shadow of Jiang Nan's death."

"He pretended to be a normal person, and then made himself invisible to everyone. He was treated as a fighting maniac, and he attracted the attention of Mr. Jing again and again. If we hadn't gone to his dormitory, I think even teammates like us who could entrust their lives to each other would not have discovered the problems he had always hidden."

He Jing and I lived in the dormitory for more than just half a month. The place we had lived in before the school started, half a month after the start of the school, still looked like an empty room.

If it weren't for the fact that Jian Zirui and he'd described He Jingtong to the psychiatrist in a one-sided way, Qi Xueyi felt that the evaluation report might have included a mention of insomnia.

Maybe He Jingtong never slept at all.

Qi Xueyi is very clear that his therapeutic power can relieve people's mental fatigue.

But there are two kinds of mental fatigue: one is real mental fatigue, which is pure exhaustion, and the other is cognitive mental fatigue, which cannot be relieved.

Just like the student with bruises and bruises on his face will fall into a state of depression and powerlessness both physically and mentally after treatment.

But Congratulations to Jingtong.

Sometimes, He Jingtong often came to Qi Xueyi early in the morning for treatment.

Looking at the wounds on his body, they were most likely caused by morning jogging and morning exercise, so Qi Xueyi treated him without hesitation.

Now that I think about it...

Maybe He Jingtong really never rested.

Qi Xueyi inserted his ten fingers into his hair angrily: "I really want to say that I don't understand it at all, but in He Jingtong's view, killing Jiang Nan and killing a spirit are completely different things. Killing the former is clearly murder."

"Sometimes I even think that maybe if Jiang Nan really became a spirit, it would be better than what he is now."

At least no one would feel guilty about killing the inhuman Jiang Nan.

Because the spirits are not human at all.

The existence of spiritual masters has long been traced in history, and those who would feel guilty about killing strange spirits have long disappeared under the education and guidance of history.

But even Qi Xueyi knew that killing Jiang Nan was the only option at that time, otherwise too many people would die in that shopping mall.

Everything is closed.

Even He Jingtong's abnormality became a matter of course and was forced to do so.

"I have thought about what I can do, but I always feel that He Jingtong, who appears normal on the outside, still has a clear goal to move forward even though he has the problems identified by the psychologist." Jian Zirui recalled the time she spent with He Jingtong.

The latter is never confused.

Even though his abnormality was so obvious at this moment.

It was obvious that after the evaluation, the psychiatrist said, "If possible, I hope you can bring your student here. In addition to psychological intervention, he may also need some medication."

"A person who doesn't even dare to be truly crazy." Jian Zirui muttered to himself, but in the small office, the other two men could hear what he said clearly.

No one can see it more clearly than An Lai.

Prophecy is necessary to keep He Jingtong from going crazy, but it also pushes him to the edge of the cliff. If He Jingtong gets into trouble, who can restrain Fu Zexun?

And perhaps He Jingtong's madness has always been influenced by the self-righteous care of his companions.

It was just like the so-called adult tacit understanding between Cui Tong and Fu Zexun that Qi Xueyi had speculated before.

What was He Jingtong thinking at that time?

Would he ever think that if he happened to die at that time and became the trigger for Cui Tong to kill Fu Zexun, then all the crises that might occur in the future would not happen again?

And would he ever think that if he really died at that time, would Cui Tong and Fu Zexun end up dying together in the process of attacking him?

It seems that no matter what choice he makes or which path he takes, He Jingtong cannot have a good ending.

I wanted to tell Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui the prophecy so badly.

However, the spiritualist's tendencies and characteristics are awakened in various ways, and who can guarantee that he does not have the ability to be a lie detector?

Speaking it out only relieved his own pressure, but at the same time, he self-righteously put He Jingtong in a more dangerous position.

Even the so-called hope that He Jingtong would give Tan Dong a chance to choose his own destiny was not because An Lai believed that He Jingtong's actions were "incorrect", or what is called a mistake.

"We're going back."

Qi Xueyi forced a smile and finally left side by side with Jian Zirui.

Before they parted in the dormitory building, Jian Zirui gave Qi Xue some health pills with added sugar and asked him to pass them on to He Jingtong.

During this trip, Qi Xueyi also brought some food for He Jingtong, a cake that received a lot of praise but was not too sweet.

Qi Xueyi couldn't figure out what He Jingtong liked. Like other classmates, all he could observe was that He Jingtong liked fighting.

But who the hell likes fighting?

Fighting constantly is just an unusual shortcut to push yourself and become stronger quickly.

When Qi Xueyi knocked on the door, he saw He Jingtong who had already changed into pajamas.

But the dress still had obvious creases from having just been taken out of the bag.

This means that He Jingtong has never worn it before.

Qi Xueyi raised the cake in the take-away box in his left hand and several well-wrapped health-preserving meatballs in his right hand.

"Jian Zirui and I both feel that you will definitely not go to the cafeteria for dinner if we are not around."

At first, I just thought that He Jingtong didn’t like eating in the cafeteria.

But now when I think back to the psychologist's comments, this simplistic and crude definition seems so ridiculous.

"So I brought you a gift, even though it doesn't feel very healthy.

But it’s not bad to eat something sweet occasionally.” Qi Xueyi’s white eyelashes flickered as he spoke.

His bright hair shone like silver in the corridor.

But no matter how bright the lights are at night, there is still a sense of dim shadows.

He Jingtong's back was towards the indoor light, and the shadow of the door frame prevented the light in the corridor from illuminating his face.

Qi Xueyi briefly thought that it was his own white eyelashes that made his vision appear hazy and that He Jingtong's skin looked as pale as paper.

But when He Jingtong thanked him and took the things, she unconsciously felt the unusual warmth from his hands.

The thought that He Jingtong might be sick flashed through his mind. However, Qi Xueyi soon saw He Jingtong and thanked him politely, saying that he would bring him a gift next time and that they could play games together formally when they were free.

Then he closed the door gently.

Are you sick?

But illness is not within Qi Xueyi's scope of treatment. He can only treat external injuries that have healing characteristics.

In the end, Qi Xueyi did not knock on the door again.

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