If conditions allowed, Wei Zeshu really wanted to say a few dirty words, but when he thought of being in front of Principal Zhenjun, he couldn't help but bear the urge.
"Your beloved student is about to die. I don't think you are in a hurry, principal?"
Wei Zeshu lowered his eyebrows in frustration and put his elbows on his knees.
"Don't be afraid."
Zhenjun handed Wei Curcuma a small knife with the blade pointed at him.
"Please hold this."
This kind of knife is standard for opening certain sealed documents at the top and bottom levels. At this moment, Zhenjun is holding it in his hand, with the blade facing Wei Curcuma.
Wei Zeshu looked at the blade in front of him. It was obviously a high-end product. The cold light on it was restrained and not emitted. Some forged patterns could be vaguely seen. It must be extremely strong and sharp.
Wei Zeshu carefully pinched the side of the blade with his fingers, as if holding a kitten's front paw in a friendly manner.
"What I mean is that you use force and hold the blade part."
"Principal, you don't test students' courage like this, do you? It's a bit old-fashioned even in martial arts novels decades ago..."
Wei Zeshu wanted to say something else, but after looking at Zhenjun, he could only sigh, closed his eyes, and vigorously held such a sharp blade with his five fingers.
No blood flowed out as expected, and Wei Curcuma didn't even feel any resistance from his fingers, so he tightened his grip easily.
When he let go of his hand, the originally cold and restrained blade had turned into a strange-shaped steel bar.
"Well, I guessed it right."
"This is how physically strong you are now."
"To use a popular saying among young people nowadays...your soul pressure has not disappeared, it just has a different way of accompanying you."
"Hahaha...."
Wei Zeshu laughed a few times, "This is a joke from five or six years ago, principal." Although he wanted to say this, seeing the proud look on his face, it was better not to expose it.
"This means you can still be saved."
"real?!"
Wei Zeshu suddenly stood up from his chair, a little unbelievable.
"Well, if you continue to increase your soul pressure, even if it continues to be consumed, you can delay the approach of death."
"Is it just a delay..."
Wei Curcuma seemed to have been poured cold water on him and was a little confused.
"No one in the world can completely escape death. If it is delayed for one or two years, it may be unacceptable, but what if it is delayed to decades or nearly a hundred years?"
"I understand... I will have died by then, right?"
Wei Curcuma's eyes lit up, and he could naturally understand what Zhenjun meant.
"exactly."
"As long as death is delayed long enough, what's the difference between it and ordinary people?"
Zhenjun and Wei Curcuma's radio waves have always been in tune. He looked at this little guy who was still in the embryonic stage with some appreciation.
"So, principal, how can soul pressure be strengthened? Do you practice it? I'm ready. Our college looks like it's a well-known and upright family. What is the technique?"
Wei Zeshu was eager to give it a try and was completely involved in the plot of the novel. Zhenjun was also stunned by his complete and self-consistent world view.
"No...this is not a novel...there is no cultivation method..."
"The only thing that can increase soul pressure is to constantly surpass one's own limits and achieve a breakthrough between life and death."
"In other words, to suppress anomalies."
Zhenjun patted Wei Curcuma's shoulder and spoke with sincerity.
"Every year there will be an assessment for the town's deviants. After passing it, you can be exposed to more things and have higher authority. This is the most suitable path for you."
"There will be an assessment this year. Generally speaking, freshmen have a very slim chance of passing it, but you are different."
"Am I gifted?"
"You only have a few months left, no second chance."
"..."
Zhenjun saw Wei Curcuma's disappointment, but he still had something to say.
"Furthermore, I can tell you something. There is currently a patient with soul overflow syndrome who has a similar experience to yours, but he is still alive and well."
"Perhaps you can learn more self-help methods from him."
"who is he?"
Wei Curcuma was a little impatient.
"Insufficient authority. You have to become a deviant to apply for access to files with a confidentiality level of B or above."
Zhenjun looked at Wei Curcuma's ups and downs in mood, smiled and patted his back.
"Come on, let's become a deviant first."
"...If you don't want to be, you have to become it, otherwise you will die..."
Wei Zeshu let out a long sigh, feeling that the principal in front of him was not as serious as he looked at first, and was obviously evil-minded.
"Fuck it, do it!"
Wei Zeshu gritted his teeth and listed becoming the deviant suppressor and finding the senior with soul overflow syndrome as the most urgent main tasks at present.
If this moment were an autobiographical novel, it should include this sentence - "At this moment, he has incomparable motivation."
..... Nonsense, the motivation to live is the strongest, most unreasonable, and most legitimate motivation in the world!
"This is my contact information. I'll be here tonight."
Zhenjun took out his mobile phone and added each other's RNS communication with Wei Curcuma.
"It is extremely difficult to enter the upper and lower floors, but the way to leave is very simple, just walk up the stairs."
After Zhenjun said this, he flicked it out of thin air, and the water marks on the ground, the glass, and the transformed knife all flew into the trash can next to him, and the ground was as clean as new.
Wei Zeshu walked along the corridor to the end, and before climbing the gorgeous black iron spiral staircase, he looked back inexplicably.
Zhenjun, who had white hair and a young and handsome face, was wearing a suit and stood tall among the ancient sculptures, waving slightly to him as if saying goodbye.
He seemed to belong there, his posture as tall and straight as a sharp sword, which would not bend or wear out after thousands of years.
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Wei Zeshu walked on the campus at night, and the freshmen's banquet was still very lively, and no one noticed him leaving quietly.
Wei Curcuma did not go to the bustling Zhaoyang Hall, but went directly back to Hedao Building, and skillfully turned around and got into bed 101.
Li Shengruo was already in the dormitory, lying leisurely on the bed under the moonlight, reading a book.
"Oh! Classmate Wei, you are back."
He looked at Wei Curcuma who appeared at the door of the dormitory and smiled without asking too much.
"Well, the principal took me to talk about something. What about you? Why are you back so early?"
"There were too many people and it was a bit boring, so I left early."
Li Shengruo shook the book he was reading in his hand.
"I dropped by the Nan Library, where you can get the admission guide for the internship group. I also got a copy for you."
Only then did Wei Zeshu clearly see the cover of the book in his hand. The cover of the thick hardcover book was dark black, and the four corners were covered with brass anti-collision corners.
"Northern Freshman Handbook (Internship Group)"
This is the name of this book.
