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If anyone gets close, the rat will definitely be startled and run away.
Time is running out!
He immediately tied Big Yellow's leash to a roadside tree, patted its head to comfort it, and said, "Good boy, wait for me here."
He can't bring the dog along; the barking will definitely alert the enemy.
Qingze's leg muscles suddenly tensed, and in the next instant, he shot out like an arrow.
Approaching the garbage heap, he deftly pulled a crumpled black garbage bag from his pocket with his right hand, shook it open with a "whoosh," and quickly tightened it.
Qingze didn't intend to waste time turning, but instead lightly leaped onto a low courtyard wall in front of him, using the momentum to launch himself into the air again.
He swooped down from the sky like a hawk spotting its prey.
The rat had found food and was engrossed in enjoying its breakfast inside the garbage bag, completely unaware of the impending doom.
Qingze couldn't see the rat from the outside; he could only see the red name tag on the plastic bag, motionless.
He aimed carefully, clenched his right fist, his arm muscles bulging, and with a gust of wind, slammed it hard into the wriggling black plastic bag.
puff!
The fist slammed down on the outer plastic bag, along with the discarded lunchbox and food scraps inside, landing solidly on the rat's soft body.
"Squeak..."
A sickeningly soft sound of bones breaking rang out.
The fist struck the rat, sending a sensation of ruptured internal organs and dislocated bones through its body. The rat instantly went limp, seemingly turning into a warm, sticky mass of flesh.
"what……"
Qingze immediately showed a look of disgust on his face, quickly withdrew his fist, and threw it away along with the black garbage bag it was wrapped in.
Even with this buffer, it still feels disgusting.
Immediately afterwards, the tiny red light that the label transformed into precisely entered his brow.
A familiar warmth instantly surged through my limbs and bones.
Every cell seemed to be rejoicing, and the solid pleasure of increasing strength washed over the nerves like a tide, instantly dispelling the nausea and replacing it with an ultimate comfort that filled the whole body.
"Mom, what is that big brother doing in the garbage dump?"
"Don't look! Run!"
The young mother hurriedly pulled her curious child away and quickly left, glancing back at Qingze with a wary look, as if he were some dangerous homeless man.
Qingze was speechless, thinking: Are there any homeless people as good-looking as me?
He clapped his hands, didn't linger there, and went back to untie the leash on Big Yellow.
Qingze decided to go home immediately; he felt uneasy if he didn't wash his hands properly.
This experience also made him realize that dealing with these filthy "monsters" with his bare hands was not a good idea.
He needs tools.
Bows and arrows are too big and inconvenient, so after much thought, darts, which are lightweight, portable, and have a certain degree of lethality, became the first choice.
Moreover, he used to play darts and his aim was pretty good.
Back home, Qingze washed his hands repeatedly with hand sanitizer several times before he could calm his discomfort.
He took a new trash bag, led Big Yellow out again, and walked around the outside, but unfortunately he didn't find any new red name tags.
So he stopped by the supermarket, bought some groceries, and found darts in the sporting goods section.
The darts were sold in sets of three, and he bought three sets, thinking that would be enough for the time being.
After returning from the supermarket, I removed the collar from Big Yellow and called the five sparrows that were "on duty" outside back to their cage and settled them in.
Qingze then left home, mounted his secondhand motorcycle, and headed towards Changteng High School.
……
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, gently illuminating the quiet corridor.
The busiest time for school admissions had passed, and not a single student could be seen in the corridors.
Qingze walked to the door of Class 1A of the first year of high school.
Class monitor Yuuki Maeda eagerly awaited him from her seat. As soon as she saw him, she stood up with great enthusiasm and shouted, "Stand up!"
"Good morning, teacher!"
Under her leadership, the entire class stood up, bowed, and greeted her.
"good morning everyone."
Aozawa smiled and walked up to Maeda Yuuki, handing her back several books about shrines and folk legends. "Maeda, I've finished reading the books. They're very interesting. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Professor Qingze!"
Yuuki Maeda took the book with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents. "I didn't expect you to be so interested in yokai legends, teacher."
"It's always good to learn more about folk culture."
Qingze answered with a smile, but inwardly he sighed. He had originally hoped to "brush" a golden label out of these books, but unfortunately he got nothing.
Looks like I'll have to look for other books about monsters and Taoist magic.
He walked to his seat and sat down.
The students began their morning self-study, and the classroom was filled with the soft sound of reading.
Qingze's gaze swept across the entire class.
At the end of the classroom, Yatohime sat alone, the green tag above her head still conspicuous.
In front of her, in the second-to-last row by the window, there was also a green label.
The Paradoxical Fairy
It belongs to Saori Hoshino.
Through a brief interaction with Chizuru Tsukishima in the morning, Aozawa gained a new understanding of the mechanism of the green label.
Unlike red-name tags, they are not one-time events, but they seem to have a "cooling-off period".
He had Tsukishima all smitten, even getting his yoga pants wet, but the green light didn't reappear.
The exact cooldown time is unclear, but the first trigger only requires successfully arousing strong emotions in the other party.
Now, he silently pondered how to effectively stir this person's emotions.
Chapter 16 Small Activities in Class
The sunlight outside the window was so bright it was almost dazzling, splashing freely across the campus courtyard and gilding the blooming cherry blossom trees with a dazzling golden edge.
Hoshino Saori sat upright in her seat, her gaze seemingly focused on Aozawa lecturing on the podium, but her soul had already broken free from the constraints of this dull lecture hall and drifted towards the boundless blue sky outside the window.
The sky was clear and bright, with a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily by. The surroundings were so quiet that only the teacher's steady voice could be heard.
In the midst of this tranquility, a spark of inspiration flashed through her mind like lightning.
She quickly grabbed a pencil and solemnly added a new line to her notebook containing her famous quote.
"When the dull lecture hall imprisoned my body, I let my soul become a superman who transcended the lecture hall. The still cherry blossoms outside the window were the moment when my spirit was in full bloom."
She silently read this newly coined "masterpiece" over and over again, nodding to herself in satisfaction with her philosophical talent.
This notebook may seem unremarkable now, but she firmly believes that one day it will become one of the world's most famous works.
Thinking about this, a serious question suddenly popped into my mind.
What if it becomes so popular that even the President of the United States comes to ask for the notebook?
She frowned slightly, then made up her mind.
As a philosopher, she would never bow to any corrupt and powerful figures and would defend her intellectual achievements to the death.
She had even begun to imagine how future generations would extol her image as a tragic philosopher who remained steadfast in her beliefs amidst pain and pressure, displaying unwavering courage and fearlessness.
"hey-hey……"
Her thoughts drifted too far, and a smug smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
She suddenly came to her senses. How could she savor such a wonderful sentence alone?
Hoshino Saori deftly tore a page from her notebook, neatly copied down her famous quote, and carefully folded it.
Then, like a wary little animal, she glanced at Qingze, who was turning around and writing on the blackboard at the podium.
She immediately seized the fleeting opportunity and quickly handed the note to the person in the back seat.
Yatohime looked at the note that had suddenly appeared on the corner of the table, opened it, glanced at it, and a look of confusion flashed across her face.
She picked up a pencil and scribbled a reply: "What is this?"
Then, he gently poked Hoshino Saori's back with the pen and handed the note back.
Without turning her head, Hoshino Saori precisely caught the note with her backhand.
Upon seeing Yatohime's question, she was immediately inspired and began to elaborate on the profound meaning of this famous quote, its great inspiration for the future of humanity, and its immeasurable value.
She, who usually struggles to write even a hundred words in her essays, wrote over two hundred words of "annotations" and secretly handed them back.
"I see. Please don't disturb my math class."
Yatohime's reply was brief and direct.
Upon seeing this, Saori Hoshino immediately drew an extremely exaggerated shocked expression on the paper, with the caption: "You can actually understand that?!"
This blunt truth hit Yatohime's sore spot perfectly.
She was fine with the other courses, but she always felt guilty towards Qingze when it came to math.
Even though she had tried her best to break down the knowledge points and cram them into their brains, it was as if her brain had a big red X on it, indicating that she "refused to receive" it.
Yatohime angrily wrote nine murderous "kill" characters under the emoji, crumpled the note a little more tightly, and stuffed it back to Hoshino Saori.
Upon seeing this, Hoshino Saori immediately drew a pitiful, pleading emoji with her hands clasped together and handed it back.
Looking at the vivid line drawing, Yatohime couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "Hoshino is indeed talented, but unfortunately he never uses it in the right way."