“What kind of guy is this… a monster?” Several members of Class One, supporting each other and barely managing to move their legs, stared dumbfounded at the figure who was carrying Little Fatty while still keeping his expression unchanged and his steps steady, muttering to themselves.
“Principal, he didn’t use any ability.” Jin Anqi withdrew her gaze, a hint of surprise in her eyes as she looked at Qing Murong beside her. “That old man really put someone like this in my care—what exactly is he planning?” Qing Murong narrowed his small eyes and said in a low voice. “Principal, what did you say?” “Ah, nothing.” Qing Murong came back to his senses and smiled slightly.
Back then, that old man had repeatedly reminded him that Lian Qiguang’s identity must never be exposed. Although he had fought with that old man for half his life, he still knew what mattered. If people found out that the captain of the Blood Slaughter Wolf, and the fiancée of Major General Xiahou, was in Zone Three, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Principal, is Lian Qiguang really the same person as before?” Jin Anqi frowned slightly. “Why do you ask that?” “Even though I didn’t teach him last season, I’ve still heard of Lian Qiguang. Introverted, solitary, passive and gloomy, and both his ability and physical skills were considered useless.” “Anqi, don’t always measure the present with the past. Otherwise, you’ll easily suffer a loss.” Qing Murong looked at Lian Qiguang on the field, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his lips. “This Lian Qiguang is very interesting. Instead of throwing away the data in your hands, go and explore it seriously yourself—you might get a surprise.” “Understood.”
“Kumu, put me down.” Mi Xiaobao looked at Lian Qiguang who was carrying him, his pale face flushing slightly in embarrassment. Lian Qiguang glanced at him expressionlessly and slowly stopped, casually dropping Mi Xiaobao to the ground.
“Ow!” Without any warning, Mi Xiaobao fell hard, grimacing as he rubbed his butt. “Kumu…” “One hundred laps, completed.” He said flatly.
“Huh?” Mi Xiaobao froze. Rubbing his butt, he stood up and stared blankly at the rest of Class One still struggling on the track, then looked at Lian Qiguang who showed no change in expression. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything for a long time.
“Let’s go.” Lian Qiguang said expressionlessly, putting his hands into his pockets and turning to leave.
“Wait! Wait a moment!” Mi Xiaobao grabbed his sleeve. Lian Qiguang turned to look at him without expression, his dead eyes showing no fluctuation. “Kumu…” Mi Xiaobao scratched his head, smiling a little foolishly. “Everyone… everyone still hasn’t finished running.”
“………………”
“Let’s go help them?”
“No.” A flat refusal.
Mi Xiaobao’s smile froze. He stared at him blankly. “Why? Why not?”
“It has nothing to do with me.” The rejection was clean and decisive, his face completely devoid of emotion.
“How is it unrelated?” Mi Xiaobao widened his eyes in disbelief. “They’re our classmates, our friends.”
“I don’t have friends.” The indifferent voice drifted across the vast playground with the wind. That expressionless face, those dead and numb black eyes—though it was the hottest part of the day, an inexplicable chill still crept through the air.
“Kumu…” Mi Xiaobao stared at him in a daze. “Then… then why did you help me?”
Mi Xiaobao seemed to be clinging to something. Seeing the uncertain expectation in his eyes, Lian Qiguang’s gaze flickered slightly, something unclear rising within him. “You gave me food.” And your eyes are very clean. I don’t dislike them. He didn’t say the last sentence.
“Then… are we friends?”
“I don’t have friends.” Even as he spoke, he did not see the expectation in Mi Xiaobao’s eyes, nor the deep disappointment after hearing the answer. Lian Qiguang remained expressionless.
Friends only brought betrayal and deception. His life would no longer be handed to anyone.
“Fatty! Why are you still wasting time talking to him!?” Qing Yi walked over, face pale, grabbing Mi Xiaobao’s arm and pulling him behind her, glaring at Lian Qiguang angrily. “Someone like him—selfish, heartless, not worth anyone’s kindness at all.”
“A person without a heart…” Lian Qiguang’s eyes darkened. His hands in his pockets suddenly tightened. His mind blurred slightly.
He did have a heart. He once had one. He gave it to them—but they stabbed it full of holes, torn and bleeding, and never gave it back.
Lian Qiguang raised his head and looked at Qing Yi without expression. His dead eyes churned with a heavy, suffocating aura. Qing Yi felt a chill rise in her heart, but still forced herself to glare back.
“So what? Am I wrong? You’re just a cold, selfish, disgusting person who doesn’t deserve anyone’s kindness!”
Lian Qiguang withdrew his gaze calmly and turned to leave.
“That guy!!” Qing Yi gritted her teeth, staring furiously at his back, wishing she could tear a piece of flesh off him.
“Kumu…” Mi Xiaobao murmured as he looked at Lian Qiguang’s back. Maybe it was just his imagination, but when Lian Qiguang turned around just now, he seemed to see a trace of hurt and helplessness in those eyes.
“That brat!” Jin Anqi frowned tightly, her usually steady eyes faintly tinged with anger as she looked at his back.
“Principal, I don’t want this student.” Jin Anqi said coldly.
“Oh? Why?” Qing Murong raised an eyebrow.
“I, Jin Anqi, don’t want a cold-blooded student who doesn’t care whether his teammates live or die. Someone like that, on the battlefield, would never be able to trust a comrade watching his back.”
“Is that so? I don’t think so.” Qing Murong narrowed his eyes, a dark light flashing within.
“Anqi, in this world there is a kind of person who has no starting point and no goal. If you place them in a space filled only with darkness, they will just stay where they are, lost. But if you place even a single ray of light into that darkness—even if it is very weak—they will run with everything they have toward that light.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.” Jin Anqi frowned.
“You didn’t give him an order.” Qing Murong left behind this inexplicable sentence, unconcerned whether she understood, then smiled and patted her shoulder before walking away. “Don’t rush to define him. Just watch carefully. That kid will surprise you.”
Hands behind his back, Qing Murong strolled leisurely through the academy, his smile slowly fading. People who had never truly been on a battlefield or witnessed real slaughter would never understand those kinds of eyes, those kinds of words.
But this little guy…
Heh. He really was getting more and more interesting.