Professional God

When Chu Ze returned to the classroom, he hadn't finished class yet, and the corridor was very quiet, without any traffic.The incandescent lamps shone on the snow-white tiled walls, and the voices of teachers lecturing leaked from the half-opened windows on both sides, which was regular and monotonous, making one drowsy.

He returned to the door of the classroom of Class 1 of Senior Three.The classroom door was ajar, and the lights inside were not turned on. He was about to open the door, but he heard the faint voice of someone talking inside.Unexpectedly, there were people in the classroom at this time, he froze for a moment, and opened the door slowly.

He heard the impatient voice of the people in the classroom, he recognized this voice, it was Xue Yiran who used to come to Ye Chuan often.Chu Ze still didn't have a good impression of Xue. His intuition prevented him from liking this pretty-looking representative of the Chinese class.

Chu Ze's mentor once explained to him that because of his special mental power, his intuition has a much greater influence on his rational judgment than ordinary people.This is not a wonderful state, because it means that his subjective assumptions will be wrongly exaggerated, which can easily lead to paranoia or paranoia.In the process of rebuilding his mental landscape, his mentor had given him special training on self-discipline, but the effect was obviously not significant.He can still feel many inexplicable emotions from time to time. For example, now, he is clearly aware of his loathing for Xue Yiran.

.Chu Ze tried hard to correct his point of view.What is Xue Yiran doing in the classroom at this time?Maybe you skipped class, or you want to have a tryst with someone... No, you can't think like this, she is your classmate, you have to treat her objectively and fairly.Recall?By the way, Xue Yiran had already asked for leave before class, she said she was not feeling well and stayed in the classroom to rest... But who knows if she is faking illness?Looking at her whore face, she might be planning some kind of trick behind her back...

He peeped in through the crack of the door and found that Xue was still on the phone with someone else.His rationality told him that peeping into other people's privacy is not the correct behavior, he should leave now, wait until the get out of class bell rings and the students come back before entering the classroom.But before he controlled himself to leave the classroom door, Xue Yiran's voice had already reached his ears very clearly.

"Aren't you annoying? I've said many times that you don't care. You have the time to tease me to seduce the sentries. Why don't you go to the training ground and shoot more targets?" Xue still sat on the desk, Hold the phone and say.The crystal snowflake pendant on her mobile phone swayed gently, and it seemed to be of the same series as the crystal bow hanging on Ye Chuan's mobile phone. "Ye Chuan, I can handle it myself... Isn't he just a sentinel, I don't believe I can't move."

It was like a taut string breaking completely, making a deafening roar.Chu Ze's mind suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption, and he couldn't feel anything clearly, only the huge buzzing sound remained in his ears.

Hate, loathing, horrible rage, and jealousy that nearly drove him mad.

A sneering voice came from the depths of his mind, slippery and cold, like the delicate scales of reptiles rubbing up the dry vines, reaching his most uncontrollable nerve.

"See? She's provoking you. How dare she covet your sentinel...how dare she?! That's your sentry! It's yours! Your sentry alone, how can you let others touch him!!! "

"Kill her! Cut her to pieces—how could she not die?!"

He pushed open the classroom door expressionlessly and walked in with stiff steps.

What happened after that, Chu Ze didn't leave any effective memory.

He only remembered that the entire field of vision was covered with a bloody filter, and what was reflected in his eyes was almost a scene like hell.The neat walls were decayed and splattered with blood, the desks were burnt into charcoal, the steel bars twisted and protruded from the ceiling, and the chandelier fell to the ground and fell to pieces.The whole classroom was crumbling, and the edges crumbled like broken drawing paper.Countless dark shadows whizzed and circled around him, blocking his hearing.

He was afraid of his hysterical excitement, almost collapsed and wanted to destroy something.

"Chu Ze?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

Only the sound is different.Clear and safe, it passed through the shadows of blood and reached the depths of his soul, awakening him from the crazy hallucination in an instant.Chu Ze's body stiffened suddenly, he blinked subconsciously, and the bloody double images in front of his eyes overlapped layer by layer, restoring the original appearance of the world.

The messy desks and chairs, the scattered textbooks, the clean and white walls, and the flat ceiling.And Xue Yiran in front of him.

Xue Yiran was gagged with a pencil case, his eyes wide open and he whimpered in horror.She fell among the scattered textbooks, with blood and tears all over her face.She might be broken somewhere, and she struggled desperately to get up but always fell back. She could only wriggle forward with hands and feet, begging to be farther away from the demon in front of her.

what is this?who did itChu Ze thought blankly.me?Hitting people is wrong, how can I hit people.

"Brother?" The person behind him asked softly again.He turned around abruptly, staring blankly at Ye Chuan who was standing at the door.

What did he call me?Why is he here... Wait, wait a minute, no, I can't let him know what I did... No, I hit someone, will the school persuade me to dismiss me, will this bring trouble to my father and mentor?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ye Chuan simply pushed open the classroom door and walked in.Chu Ze felt that he should take a step back, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move a step.

Ye Chuan came over to hug him, and pressed his head into his shoulder socket.

The boy still smelled after strenuous exercise, and the hot air rushed to his face, so strong that it was suffocating.Chu Ze didn't know what to do. He vaguely realized that he might have fallen into the "stress reaction" mentioned by his mentor, but his consciousness was a little numb and he couldn't turn around.

"Zeze, can you hear me?" Ye Chuan asked softly, keeping his voice as soft as possible. "Zeze, calm down, it's okay, take it easy."

"Did I hit someone...?" Chu Ze asked in a dazed whisper.

"No, it's okay, don't be afraid." Ye Chuan patted his back lightly, inserted his fingertips into his hair and smoothed it gently. "It's not your fault. It's all her fault for making you angry. Don't be afraid, okay? Come, talk to me."

Chu Ze repeated the same sentence mechanically and stiffly: "I hit someone..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you hit me." Ye Chuan comforted him softly. "With me here, it doesn't matter what you want to do. Don't talk about hitting people, it's okay if you want to kill people...Okay, listen to me now, don't be nervous, huh?"

Chu Ze nodded blankly.

Ye Chuan helped him up by pressing his shoulders, and stared seriously into his eyes: "Brother, listen to me now. Don't talk or move, leave everything to me, okay? Don't be afraid, there's nothing wrong with this. Everything is not your fault, I will protect you, do you hear?"

Chu Ze nodded again in a daze.

"Okay, I'll count to three, two and one, and I'm ready to start, okay?" Ye Chuan coaxed. "Three, two, one—"

The sound of numerous footsteps approached outside the door.

Ye Chuan suddenly covered his eyes, hugged his waist and turned around.The situation in the classroom immediately reversed, Xue Yiran was lying in a pool of blood, and Ye Chuan held Chu Ze to face the teachers and students returning from get out of class.

"Don't move." The sentinel grinned, showing his small canine teeth threateningly.His eyes were red, his pupils constricted, and he was patrolling the guides in front of him nervously and excitedly like a hunter.

The students at the door screamed in panic, and a few timid guide girls took two steps back in fright.

"I said!" The tense sentinel raised his voice sharply, "Don't move!"

"Stay where you are, don't provoke him!" The relatively more experienced teacher of the spiritual power application class stopped the children who wanted to run away because of fear. "He's just sentinel sensory fugue."

Ye Chuan giggled, holding Chu Ze back a step.

In a state of stress response, Chu Ze's perception of the outside world was originally slow, and after Ye Chuan covered his eyes, he could hardly sense anything, and he didn't know what was going on "outside".He only felt that he was surrounded by a sense of sentinel, safe and warm, which made him unexpectedly relaxed a lot.

The confrontation in the classroom continued.The anomaly in class 1 of senior high school soon attracted students from other classes to watch. They lay in front of the window on the corridor side of the classroom to watch the excitement, and were dispersed by the teachers in charge of their respective classes.

The teacher of the application of mental power realized that the situation might be even worse if it dragged on, so he cautiously stretched out his mental tentacles and reached out to Ye Chuan.But as soon as her mental tentacles touched Ye Chuan's spiritual domain, they were blocked by a thick layer of scales.

She didn't give up, and continued to lurk in tentatively.Ye Chuan's mental barrier suddenly vibrated violently, and a terrifyingly large snake beast roared and rushed towards her, causing her to turn pale with fright, and quickly withdrew her mental tentacles.Her mental image—a Persian cat—floated uncontrollably at her feet, with its back arched and its tail blown off its fur, and it stared vigilantly in Ye Chuan's direction.

Ye Chuan held Chu Ze back a step, and let out a low growl from the depths of his throat as if offended, as a warning.

The teacher's hands were sweating. She realized that her level was not good enough to deal with this sudden accident, and she should immediately seek help from others.But now she was within Ye Chuan's alert range, and she couldn't move at will, otherwise she would be easily targeted.

Just when the scene was deadlocked, someone pushed through the crowd and walked in: "What happened?"

The teacher subconsciously reminded: "Please don't get too close..."

The visitor took out a work card from his pocket, and the teacher immediately looked at him without saying a word, as if looking at straws.

"White Tower Honorary Mentor Certificate".

Searching all over the league, there is only one person who can obtain this certificate at this age.

The white-haired young man glanced into the classroom and immediately understood what was going on.Seeing him appearing, Ye Chuan was obviously also very shocked, his frenzied expression froze a bit.

"Come here," he said.

Ye Chuan took another step back vigilantly.

"Come here," the white-haired youth repeated with a blank expression.The gentle spiritual power around him spread out like waves, soothing the nervousness of the students around him, and after a week of parade, it smashed towards Ye Chuan like a huge wave. "Do you still want me to come and invite you?"

Ye Chuan's face was blurred by the surging mental power, and he staggered.He stared at the young man standing in front of the crowd, hesitated for a moment, let go, and walked slowly towards the white-haired young man.

The palm that blocked his sight was released, and Chu Ze's eyes suddenly became bright again.He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and his vision recovered after a moment of shock, allowing him to see the current situation clearly.

At a glance, he saw the white-haired young man standing in front of the people, who he just met in the corridor on the sixth floor.

I must have seen him somewhere else.Chu Ze thought.The look of this person is too familiar.

Reluctantly, Ye Chuan walked up to the young man step by step. The young man told the teacher, "Take the injured classmate to the infirmary quickly", and whispered to Ye Chuan, "Go to my office", and turned to leave.The teacher on the side hurriedly stopped him: "Please wait a moment, I should take this student to the class office first..."

"I am the honorary mentor of the White Tower, so it's the same when you go to my office." The young man said lightly.

The teacher still has an opinion: "But..."

Covered by vast mental power, she was covered in cold sweat, and she could no longer speak the rest of the words.The young man glanced at her and said, "If you have any opinions, let your chief come and raise them with me." He was about to leave after he finished speaking, but Ye Chuan hurriedly followed, after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly He said: "By the way, Qingta pays the full amount for damages to public facilities!"

The white-haired young man had no choice but to stop again, looking back at him with some amusement.

"What are you looking at!" Ye Chuan stared back unceremoniously. "You sold most of Haiyang Plain with me, can't you still afford to pay for a few desks?!"

"All right, all right," the young man reluctantly agreed. "Then now, please move towards my office with your legs worth half a white tower? Master Haiyang Pingyuan."

Only then did Ye Chuan snort arrogantly, and followed him away.

After the figures of the two disappeared completely in the crowd, the students rushed forward to help the teacher send the injured Xue Yiran to the infirmary.Ruolan didn't follow, she ran over eagerly to comfort Chu Ze: "Chu Ze, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Chu Ze was stunned for a while, then shook his head, and finally recovered from Ruolan's greetings.While saying "I'm fine" to Ruolan, he sat back in his seat.

He finally remembered why the white-haired young man looked so familiar.

That is the male god of the alliance, the chief guide of the Qing Tower, the honorary mentor of the White Tower, and the owner of the last portrait on the left side of the Honor Corridor.

The legendary alliance's strongest guide, Ye Huai.