Chapter 84 Background

He Jingtong looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the convenience store without any expression, just looking at him.

Until "Fu Zexun" suddenly turned around and looked back.

Then, He Jingtong looked at "Fu Zexun" and smiled back at him, a brilliant smile, and then he just said without making any sound: "Congratulations."

Congratulations to him for throwing off the burden of a human body and being reborn into the world with jealousy, which is the exact opposite of tolerance.

Although the power color is still orange.

"Fu Zexun" walked towards He Jingtong. He had all the memories of Fu Zexun, and he also knew how important He Jingtong was in that memory, as the only person who could light up the world as it gradually turned from normal to dark.

It's like——

"It seems like I have existed for you since I was born." The figure wore familiar golden glasses and looked at He Jingtong with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"Why not put it from another angle? For example, it was I who subjectively created you, gave birth to you, and allowed you to exist." He Jingtong was holding a bottle of drink in his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, he took a big gulp.

"To this day, looking back at everything that happened before from my current inhuman perspective, the facts are indeed as you said." The tone of 'Fu Zexun''s speech was too formal.

But then, this tone disappeared, or rather returned to normal: "From the very beginning, when you and I first met at Xiyang Primary School, that laid the foundation for who I am today."

"After that, everything was under your guidance. The artificial spiritual master is the one I have never been able to resist. Your existence is naturally bait for him."

"He is too troublesome in the eyes of everyone, but all his actions are under your control. But I am curious, why do you want me to be born now?"

"Jealousy generally refers to the resentment one feels towards someone because they are better than oneself. Even if I were to become a spirit, I wouldn't be like this." His fingertips were still glowing orange, like a rotten orange, weird and strange.

What he had chosen for himself before was greed. He greedily wanted to see He Jingtong become a legend from the perspective of "Fu Zexun".

This should have nothing to do with jealousy.

"You can think of this as some of my unique habitual thinking." He Jing drank all the liquid in the can in one breath, then turned and walked to the trash can and threw it into the recycling bin.

"You can also understand it as, compared to the fifth sin of greed, the fourth spirit of laziness has been annihilated, and the first spirit of arrogance is wandering on the edge of humanity, the second spirit of jealousy is more suitable for me."

"You know that's not what I want to say." Fu Zexun shook his head. What he meant was why his existence was not what he wanted, but instead the same as He Jingtong's.

After all, man-made spirits are what he has always done. Even if He Jingtong has the ability to predict the future, he cannot understand the professional knowledge.

"Compared to greedily wanting to see me become the monster you imagined, it's more like you to be jealous of others who can still see such a scene as human beings." He Jingtong explained perfunctorily.

"After all, the greed you perceive also includes greed for power."

If the alien spirit Fu Zexun was really born out of greed, then in the future he would only try to devour the alien spirit Su Qing and increase his strength to a level that no one else could resist.

And tried to manipulate and influence He Jingtong once again.

He Jingtong would certainly not allow that to happen: "——The purpose of raising a dog is to relieve your mental stress, not to cause you trouble."

"Let's drop this topic." Fu Zexun admitted defeat. He was much taller than He Jingtong, but at this moment, he couldn't look directly at the boy in front of him, so he could only lower his head.

"What do you want me to do? Kill people or set fire to them, or control the spirits for you?"

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In the end, He Jingtong did not give the alien spirit Fu Zexun an accurate answer to that question.

The reason Fu Zexun became a jealous spirit was simply because he needed it.

It's still the same problem. Unless he wants to be old before traveling to another dimension, if he wants to go to that world and leave a way to come back, He Jingtong needs more than just comic popularity points. He must also have enough power.

Nothing could be more convenient and quicker than the spirit fusion experiment that Fu Zexun had already done before.

Can seven S-level spirits create a Z-level spirit?

He Jingtong is uncertain, because until the end of the comic story, the so-called legend in the concept is still just a legend.

The focus of the story has always been the infinite entanglement between humans and spirits.

Ignoring this problem, He Jingtong still had two things to do on her schedule for the weekend.

One is to go to Jingyunsong to roughly determine the extent of one's own strength. Another is to go to a psychological counselor to measure one's own mental problems and see if there are any major deviations.

The system has nothing to say about the first point. Level 79 is already on par with most teachers, but actual combat performance may not be able to reach that level.

Just like some game players who have high levels but the actual game experience is very torturous, the account is bad, the data is bad, and there is no damage...

Although this situation will not happen to He Jingtong, it is good to determine your own value and the specific range it falls in.

This is the system's view on the first matter, and the system's view on the second matter is: [I always feel that the evaluation result given to you by your psychologist is predictable. 】

This was different from the various problems that were diagnosed by psychiatrists based on Jian Zirui and Qi Xue's oral descriptions. When He Jingtong met with the psychiatrists in person, no doctor could sense anything abnormal in him.

Is it too cruel to hurt yourself? This is what your teammates see.

What He Jingtong saw was simply using the most insignificant cost to exchange for the greatest benefit.

It is a bad idea to use a ladle or a basin to scoop water out of the bathtub. The correct way to drain the water is to open the plug. On the other hand, it is unnecessary to destroy the bathtub, whether by hand or with tools. It is more practical to sell it second-hand. It is much more convenient to give it away for free and disassemble it yourself.

If no one wants it...then just wait until no one wants it.

Besides, in this world, those who are too normal are the abnormal ones.

Even if we take a step back and say that there are some mental problems, it is not against the law, right?

With this thought in mind, the system saw He Jingtong take out his mobile phone and take pictures of the data reports of his two teammates.

He also said that the debuff did not impose any restrictions on him, and the previous physical examination report in the hospital also said that He Jingtong did not feel any pain.

However, the hospital explained that cognition blocks the body's sensations.

When the pain reaches a certain level, you become numb, and numbness means that you cannot feel it.

In response, the system looked at He Jingtong expressionlessly, and invested hundreds of thousands of points into the pain shield to ensure that it could be turned on 24 hours a day.

Later, he reported his actions to his teammates, saying that he was going to look for Jing Yunsong.

System evaluation: [Is it really a good idea to report to teammates every time you do something? ]

"Then tell me, your subjective attempt to change my cognition and whether you reported it to your mentor afterwards."

The system is silent.

The point of saying it is not to say it, but to inform in advance.

Later, He Jingtong went to find Jing Yunsong.

The powerful blessing of soul power has greatly increased He Jingtong's physical strength, endurance, and speed. Therefore, even though his physical skills cannot actually match Jing Yunsong, when they really confront each other, Jing Yunsong will not be able to gain any advantage.

When the fight was halfway through, Jing Yunsong called a halt. Looking at the twisted steel rod, he fell into deep thought...

After a long while, he finally uttered, "What have I worked so hard for all these years?" He Jingtong looked at the stick in his hand and remained silent.

Jing Yunsong didn't need him to answer, so he just said, "No matter what you think, you are also my student. In the future, when others mention your strength, they may also compliment me."

After finishing his self-comforting words, Jing Yunsong's mood improved again, and then the second half of the game officially began.

He Jingtong held Ming Jiuguan in his hand, and Jing Yunsong also tightly grasped the steel stick in his hand, and the two rushed towards each other again.

The sun slipped from overhead all the way to the west, and the originally good environment became a mess.

An open-air training ground is different from an indoor one. At least if it is damaged, you don’t have to worry about damaging the equipment inside the building like you would indoors.

At most, we would call someone over and lay a new layer of cement afterwards.

In addition, after the fight, Jing Yunsong asked He Jingtong to compensate him with a solid steel stick.

He Jingtong also successfully got the advice: "You may not need to continue taking physical education classes from now on."

In response, He Jingtong said: "I still need more practice."

Jing Yunsong looked at the "twisted dough" in his hand with a puzzled look: "Are you sure?"

"It may be intuition, or it may be an inexplicable idea. I just feel that in the future, compared to fighting against spirits, there will be more opportunities to fight against humans." He Jingtong said with a smile.

Jing Yunsong looked at him blankly, then weighed the twist in his hand and said, "Anyway, I don't have anything to teach you about martial arts. If you just want to fight me, I'm always open to you."

The power was increased so much that the increase in speed and strength that others had to spend years to gain became a visible class leap in He Jingtong.

But Jing Yunsong could hardly feel any envy. He would rather his students were not as powerful as this. Because only in this way could he comfort himself that the spirit transformation really had no effect on He Jingtong.

Unfortunately, self-consolation was useless. Jing Yunsong pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a meaningless smile: "Whatever, do you want to find a way to study the realm later?"

"As a student, you have surpassed many teachers and reached the same level of power as your grandfather..." Jing Yunsong praised, "Perhaps you can make yourself a miracle in the history of spiritual masters."

"Should I say something good for you?" He Jingtong narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be disrespectful. I am your teacher after all. At this moment, all you need to do is say 'I will work hard'."

"Then," He Jingtong stood up straight, looked at Jing Yunsong, and said word by word, "I will work hard and strive to become a miracle in the history of spiritual masters."

Jing Yunsong waved to Congratulate Jingtong.

After the teacher and student parted ways, He Jingtong returned to his dormitory to rest and called a psychological counselor...

As for Jing Yunsong, he went back to look for Jing Xijun, who was the wise man in the human team.

The doorbell of the classroom dormitory on the second floor of the small western-style building rang. When Jing Xijun opened the door, he was still wearing black panda-head slippers. He saw that the person outside was Jing Yunsong. While leading him in, he also asked, "Tea or water?"

"What do you want to see me about?"

"Tea. I want to ask you if you have guessed anything more. I am a little concerned about what will happen to He Jingtong in the future. Also, has An Lai said that he wants to share the latest information with us..."

Xijun walked to the water dispenser in her slippers, took out a paper cup from the bottom, and threw some tea leaves into it. The hot water flowed into the cup through the dispenser. The sound of hot water gushing out was accompanied by the man's cold voice: "If he doesn't say anything, you can just pretend that nothing has changed. Wouldn't that be better?"

Jing Yunsong looked at the disposable paper cup placed in front of him and smiled dryly: "It's like you can just pretend nothing happened."

"He Jingtong will be promoted to the class you lead sooner or later. And, I am a little concerned about He Wanjin..."

"Things happened too fast. Fu Zexun had just died, but He Wanjin acted like he knew everything... Where did he get the channels? Who in the academy would contact him, or was it a member of the 'N' organization? You can't tell me that He Wanjin's ability is also a prophecy."

"Is this a wild intuition, or do you have a brain?" Mr. Xi said this out of nowhere.

Jing Yunsong crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him unhappily: "I'm serious."

"I'm not kidding." Xijun sat on the sofa opposite him, his legs apart, his elbows on his knees, his hands crossed and his chin supported, "In addition to the things you care about, I also care about one thing."

"That is, as a prophet, why didn't He Jingtong tell us about Fu Zexun's problem from the beginning? At the beginning, we all knew that there were people in the academy who were connected with Fu Zexun, and this was a fact. Song Yu, the sophomore student, also told us this with his actual actions."

"Students having problems and teachers having problems are two different things. It doesn't make sense not to tell the teacher that Fu Zexun has a problem just because the student has a problem." Lu Xijun pointed out that he has been thinking about the problem for some time.

"You mean, unless there is also a problem with the teacher?" Jing Yunsong immediately raised his eyebrows with a fierce look in his eyes.

Xijun let go of his hand that was supporting his chin, leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs and stretched them out, "Obviously, isn't it?"

"I originally thought that you were the one with the problem." Lu Xijun told Jing Yunsong without any concealment.

The latter was not angry either. The fact that Jun Xi could say it so generously proved that he had already confirmed that he was not the "traitor".

Jing Yunsong raised his eyelids: "What about now?"

"Now it has been roughly confirmed that the person is the one who replaced Fu Zexun's position before..." Jun Xi didn't want to believe this, but it was the fact.

The two of them said the same name in unison: "It's Qu Shu." "That is, Qu Shu."

The multi-view function perfectly presents the conversation between the two teachers.

The system was a little confused, so it asked He Jingtong, who had just returned to the dormitory: [Why is it Qu Shu? ]

In the original comics, Qu Shu is a character that only appears very late, and he doesn't have any particularly important identity.

"Then do you think being a first-year class teacher at Elite Academy is an important position?"

"It's hard to say, right?" He Jingtong flipped through the phone's address book interface and said to the system without raising his head, "The identity of a teacher is definitely not important, but the identity of a first-grade teacher can easily affect every student who enters the school in the future."

Be it brainwashing or misleading, the ability bias characteristics of the stealth space cannot be just a simple absolute defense mode.

Aliens will not starve to death, but once they are trapped in the stealth space, it is equivalent to saying that they cannot escape before Qu Shu dies.

She is most familiar with her space. It can be said that it is easy for her to kill the evil spirits that are already under control in this familiar space.

What's more, the ability to survive in stealth space is more powerful against humans than against spirits that won't starve to death.

Is it necessary for such a talent to serve as a first-year teacher at the Elite Academy as a protector?

She clearly has more areas where she can shine... Just like Lao Cui knows that once Qi Xueyi's abilities are discovered to work on ordinary people, his movements will be completely restricted and imprisoned.

The same is true of Qu Shu's abilities.

Of course, it is not impossible to say that her dream is to become a teacher, but she can completely get the job normally in other ways instead of deliberately replacing Fu Zexun.

[What is the significance of Qu Shu replacing Fu Zexun? ]

“That’s a good question.”

He Jingtong did not keep it a secret: "The point of her coming is not to replace. The point is that she needs to come."

"Have you ever paid attention to the background of "The Psychic"? Apart from the psychics and the psychics themselves, the social background."

[Ordinary people... what?] The system was really confused. It was clearly the one who brought the comics, but it felt like it didn't understand anything now.

"Probably." He Jingtong nodded casually and sat down on the bed. "In a city of 20 million people, there are less than 2,000 spiritual masters. They are one in a million."

"But out of 10,000 people, 8,000 will become alien spirits for various reasons, and only one person will become a spiritualist who can fight against alien spirits."

The system is confused: [But what does this have to do with Qushu? ]

"I remember I said before that the core of "Alien" is the alien." This comic with He Jingtong as the protagonist is not centered on him.

"The minority obeys the majority, which has always been the rule in the world. Why did eight thousand alien spirits die at the hands of a spiritual master? You know, alien spirits, to a certain extent, are the actual embodiment of human immortality."!