novellaaa Chapter 62 Classic of Mountains and Seas - The God of Rain, the Mentor's Doomsday Past!
Chapter 62 Classic of Mountains and Seas - The God of Rain, the Mentor's Doomsday Past!
Chapter 63 Classic of Mountains and Seas - The God of Rain, the Mentor's Doomsday Past!
Inside the office.
Professor Lei Yi sat in his chair, quietly watching Guo Hao who was standing.
Time passed slowly, but Teacher Lei Yi remained silent.
Instead, they looked out the window.
Outside the window is the playground of No. 1 Middle School. The night wind rustles the fallen leaves on the track.
After a full five minutes, Lei Yi finally spoke, his voice much calmer than it had been on the school path: "Your conflict with Zhou Chengjie stemmed from the third monthly exam of your second year of high school."
"At the time, you were facing a pack of dire wolves. You felt that he didn't provide support, which led to the elimination of several of your teammates."
"This matter has kept you two at odds, hasn't it?"
Guo Hao clenched his fists on his knees and nodded slightly.
Mentor Lei Yi then stood up: "After the conflict between the two of you, from your perspective, I communicated with you more and seemed more supportive? You don't think I believe your thoughts and actions are right, do you?"
Guo Hao remained silent.
Lei Yi seemed to have abandoned the conversation on that topic, instead changing the subject and saying, "Do you know how I survived those eight years of apocalyptic chaos?"
Guo Hao was taken aback; he hadn't expected his teacher to suddenly bring up this topic.
"have no idea..."
"In 2035, on the day the apocalypse came, I was only eleven years old." Lei Yi's voice suddenly became very soft, as if he were picking up fragments from the depths of a very distant memory.
"I was in fifth grade at a primary school in the city center. My classroom was on the third floor, and the playground was right outside the window. That morning, during the third period, the ceiling suddenly cracked..."
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"It wasn't an earthquake, it wasn't an explosion, the space shattered like a mirror, and things poured out of the cracks... I later learned they were called ghouls! The entire school, in one morning, lost two-thirds of its people."
Guo Hao's throat moved.
"A group of us kids were trapped in the classroom, trying to block the door with stacks of desks and chairs, but it didn't work!"
"We ran and ran, those who ran slower bought us time... The whole world was in chaos, corpses were everywhere..."
"Until... a boy three years older than me appeared. His name was He Yang. He was the first person I'd ever met who could form a contract with a spirit orb!"
"Having read so many books, you should understand how terrifying the talent and bloodline of someone who can fuse with a mythical spirit pearl in the early stages of the apocalypse are! A successful fusion grants them strength comparable to the fifth realm—the Spirit Martial Realm!"
Lei Yi's gaze passed through the window and looked towards the night outside the city walls in the distance.
"Brother He Yang was very loyal! He treated us kids like his little brothers. Every time a monster pounced, he was the first to stand in front. When there was food, he was the slowest to share it. When there were wounded, he was the last to leave! Back then, we kids all thought he was our savior."
"Later... he died. Not killed by a monster, but by someone who could be called a bandit leader in later generations!"
The office was so quiet it felt like it had frozen in time.
Guo Hao's palms were already soaked with sweat.
"Eight years after the apocalypse, order collapsed, and humanity turned ugly. Nine out of ten who survived in that environment had dirty hands. But He Yang was different. He never harmed a single one of his own! His only enemies were monsters! In his eyes, there was only protection! He was a true martial artist!"
Lei Yi turned around and looked into Guo Hao's eyes.
"You and I live in the same neighborhood. Most of your elementary and middle school teachers were my friends."
"I know about your upbringing. When you were in elementary school, you were looked down upon, but you worked very hard and practiced day and night."
"When martial arts officially started in junior high school, you ranked 273rd out of a thousand people in your first assessment, and then you made rapid progress! You really proved everyone wrong."
"Perhaps it's because you lacked tempering your character during your upbringing that you developed your current bad temper. You are indeed very good to your friends, very loyal, helpful to them, willing to fight for their interests, and very concerned about their grades, etc."
"But with other people, you act like everyone owes you something, like they're all bullying and targeting you!"
"Hmph! You're barely considered a top student at high school in Jiangling City now. But what about in college?"
"If you continue with this attitude, you'll suffer a terrible fate!"
Guo Hao choked up, wanting to say something, but no sound came out of his throat.
Lei Yi stepped closer, his voice low but each word carrying immense weight: "Loyalty is fine! But what do you want to be today?! A ruthless bandit leader? A gang leader? Or a traitor to the Federation, to establish your own kingdom in some small town?"
"I..." Guo Hao's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, "I didn't!"
"Then what are you doing?" Lei Yi gave him no way out. "Disobeying orders on the battlefield? Throwing bombs behind your comrades? Tell me, what makes you think you're any different from a failed, emotionally driven abyssal beast?!"
Guo Hao could no longer hold back. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes reddening again, but this time it wasn't all anger.
"I..."
Guo Hao stammered, wanting to say a few words, but didn't know where to begin.
"Do you know why I'm specifically saying these things to you out of all the promising students in our Class 5?"
Guo Hao shook his head in silence.
"In the last joint exam between ten schools, out of 59 students who scored above 680, nine were from No. 1 High School, but none from Class 5!"
"You, Liu Xiangdong, Zhou Chengjie, and the others who have caught up in the last six months are the only cards I have left. I'm counting on you to prove yourselves, on your competition to bring out your potential, but not this kind of cutthroat competition!"
"Zhou Chengjie is mature; he can resolve his own conflicts and emotions, while you can't! That's why I chose you when you had your conflict! It's not because I thought what you did was right!"
There's an even deeper reason: Zhou Chengjie is a very rational and calm person, while Guo Hao is sometimes more emotional.
For a teacher, when a smart and independent student grows up, everything belongs to the student. He has his own unique future, and those around him are just passersby.
A student who is emotionally connected can come back to chat with you, have a drink, and talk about the wonders of the world ten or twenty years later.
In the apocalypse...
These two types of people, in that era, would have different stories, sparking the flames of the times.
As the saying goes, "born at the wrong time!" This is indeed true.
A long silence fell over the office.
A moment later, Guo Hao said in a trembling voice, "I know I was wrong!"
Lei Yi gave a soft "hmm".
After a while, he asked, "You made a bet with Su Chen from Class Six?"
"Yes, about Thursday. He..."
Teacher Lei Yi waved his hand and said, "I know the whole story. There's no right or wrong in this matter; it's all about ability!"
"Judging from your current strength, you are far superior to him."
"But... Su Chen has made tremendous progress recently."
Guo Hao finally composed himself and said seriously, "I absolutely cannot lose to him!"
Teacher Lei Yi gently shook his head and said, "I brought this up not because I care about winning or losing. Rather, I want to say that although your chances of winning are very high, practically guaranteed, I hope you lose, so you can learn a lesson!"
Guo Hao clenched his fists and said, "Even if I lose in the future and get a severe lesson from some genius, it will never be now!!!"
Seeing Guo Hao's appearance, Teacher Lei Yi sighed, "Sigh~"
"Are you number one in your grade? Don't you know how many people are ahead of you in the entire Jiangling City?! Do you remember your ranking in the ten-school joint exam?"
"To compete with a student ranked three or four hundredth in the grade, and to talk so arrogantly about it, is utterly shameful!"
Guo Hao was stunned, and was about to speak.
Teacher Lei Yi waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Alright, alright, go and calm down."
Guo Hao wanted to say something more, but in the end he swallowed it back and left the office.
Midnight.
In the conference room of the No. 1 Middle School teaching building.
More than twenty people were sitting at the oval-shaped long table; they were all homeroom teachers from the senior year classes.
In the center is an elderly man with gray hair.
He was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, and his face was deeply wrinkled, especially around his eyes and forehead. But his eyes were not cloudy; instead, they shone with a gentle light that made people unconsciously relax.
Ke Weimin.
The head of the senior class this year also serves as the vice principal of Jiangling No.1 Middle School.
Ke Weimin glanced at Zhou Qingguo, the homeroom teacher of Class Six, and asked, "How is Jiang Wei doing?"
"I heard that in the Northern Great Rift Valley No. 1, she collaborated with top students from No. 4 and No. 7 Middle Schools to enter the inner area, withstood the abyssal tides of the rift, and even killed the mid-level Dark Abyss Earth Dragon that was entrenched there?"
Zhou Qingguo nodded.
He should be happy.
Jiang Wei was a student in his Class 6 and a flag bearer for this year's senior class of No. 1 High School.
But his expression showed no sign of relaxation; instead, it seemed as if he had something stuck in his throat.
"Indeed."
Ke Weimin glanced at him.
Having worked together for many years, he could certainly tell what Zhou Qingguo's expression meant.
"Oh? Not bad."
The old man's fingers paused on the table: "But judging from your expression, things don't seem too good? Let's talk."
Zhou Qingguo paused for two seconds, as if he was organizing his thoughts.
Wu Junchao from No. 4 Middle School ranked fifteenth in the last joint exam of ten schools, while Jiang Wei ranked seventh. Wu Junchao's grandfather is the chairman of Tianhe Group, and his family is very wealthy.
Zhou Qingguo paused, his voice deepening, "He brought a Heavenly Mountain Demon Flame Tiger with him for this assessment."
"Tianshan? Lord-level bloodline?" Ke Weimin raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes! Although this Heavenly Mountain Demon Flame Tiger is not as powerful as the Dark Abyss Earth Dragon, which dwells in the Abyss Rift and is strengthened by the abyss's aura, it can definitely be held back head-on! Against ordinary elite-level creatures, it is several times, even dozens of times, more effective than the students using spiritual techniques!"
"In this assessment, Wu Junchao's personal record is: 1 mid-level warrior, 7 low-level warriors, 367 elite warriors! Countless soldiers."
The other teachers present were shocked when they heard this number.
Even if any senior high school student finishes the previous semester, it would be difficult to do this!
After all, physical strength and spiritual energy are both limited.
Lei Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class 5, paused for a moment while holding the teacup. He raised his eyelids but did not speak.
Zhou Qingguo put down the data sheet in his hand, his voice filled with complex emotions: "This data on paper is... more than five times his score in the ten-school joint exam! Our original idea was to divide the number of kills by the beast tamer by about 3 before calculating the score. Now that's clearly not applicable..."
A brief silence fell over the meeting room.
Ke Weimin's expression remained unchanged.
He reached for the thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
He then put the cup back in its place, slowly, making a soft sound as it touched the table.
"If you were to rate it,"
Director Ke Weimin's tone was calm, as if he were asking a question unrelated to himself: "Wu Junchao got a perfect score of 200, so how many points did Jiang Wei get?"
Zhou Qingguo was silent for a few seconds, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "To be on the more respectable side... 191 points."
Decent.
These two words, spoken by a homeroom teacher of an elite class, carry more weight than any complaint!
Director Ke Weimin, however, remained expressionless.
He memorized the number and then calmly said, "Let's try to finalize the Beast Taming Fund matter within this week. Have a good talk with the students. They should understand after seeing the exam results."
"Okay!" Zhou Qingguo responded and put the data table back into the folder.
Ke Weimin did not delve further into this topic.
He tapped his hand lightly twice on the table, then changed the subject, looking at the other two homeroom teachers and asking, "Where's Wu Chen? Where's Qian Youliang?"
The homeroom teacher of Class Two spoke up: "Qian Youliang's family is well-off, and he has some decent beasts, but compared to Wu Junchao's Heavenly Mountain Demon Flame Tiger, they're far inferior. However, the team's overall coordination was good this time, and they played steadily, so their score shouldn't be low."
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The homeroom teachers of each class have started reporting on the achievements of their top students.
After a while.
Ke Weimin nodded, indicating that it was approved.
Then he turned to Lei Yi, who hadn't said much, and asked, "You're in charge of the East Third Rift Valley. That underground lair marked in the intelligence... has any student taken action against the special monster inside?"
Lei Yi put down his teacup and said, "It's taken care of!"
"Oh?" Ke Weimin's tone held a hint of surprise. "Which students?"
"Wang Yichuan and Lin Xiyue from Class 6. Zhou Chengjie, Liu Xiangdong, Guo Hao, and Li Yu from Class 5 —"
Lei Yi rattled off a list of names, his tone calm: "There are also a few from the regular classes, one of whom, Yang Fan, performed exceptionally well!"
"How was it resolved?"
Lei Yi paused for a moment.
He recalled what happened in the underground lake, the reprimand on the school path, and Guo Hao's flushed face... but he didn't need to mention any of that now.
"The final kill was achieved using Hellfire."
Lei Yi's voice was calm and unhurried as he stated the facts: "But the decisive blow that truly determined the outcome was delivered by a student from an ordinary class—Yang Fan. He used the high-energy sticky explosives prepared in the supply box to inflict a fatal wound on the golem that was enough to weaken its regenerative abilities."
Ke Weimin took out an old-fashioned fountain pen from the pocket of his Zhongshan suit and wrote a few lines on the assessment record sheet.
"Yang Fan" was written down neatly and correctly.
Then he looked up, his tone still calm, but with a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "What attribute of mythical spirit orb?"
"Judging from the energy fluctuations sensed on-site, it should be water-based. The research institute's preliminary assessment is that it may be related to the mythological lineage of Ji Meng, the rain god in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. We will have to wait for the test report for more details."
Ke Weimin nodded slightly.
"This matter still needs to be taken seriously."
"We need to investigate thoroughly how those guys from the Abyss Church managed to integrate mythical power into the bodies of weak elite-level creatures."
"Jimeng, the rain god of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, has a bloodline from mythology. Even if it's only one ten-thousandth of his lineage, it shouldn't appear on a golem of this level."
"clear!"
The meeting room fell silent again.
The night breeze outside the window made the curtains flutter slightly, bringing in some of the lights from the playground.
Ke Weimin carefully put away the practical assessment record sheet and put his pen back in his pocket.
He stood up, his movements slow but his back straight: "That's enough for today. Lao Zhou, go back and compile a detailed comparison of Jiang Wei and Wu Junchao's data, and give it to me tomorrow morning."
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"Old Lei, follow up on the cleanup of that nest in the East Third Rift Valley."
The homeroom teachers all nodded in agreement.
Ke Weimin picked up the thermos on the table and walked towards the door.
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