I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Qi Shu squatted down, looked at the dean at the same level, and said calmly: "Director Liu, don't talk, just listen to me."

The dean shut up for some reason.

Qi Shu thought for a while and decided to be on the safe side, so he said: "You originally wanted to eat hot pot, but you thought it would be easy to get angry if you eat hot pot in summer, so you stopped at the entrance of the hot pot shop for a while, didn't come in, and decided to go directly to the next street. Eat home-cooked food in restaurants."

The dean nodded.

Qi Shu stood up with the remaining half glass of water, and the dean followed him to stand up. The two walked to the door of the hotpot restaurant together. Qi Shu was worried, and led him through two more restaurants.

Qi Shu pointed forward: "Go straight ahead and walk across a road. There is a very good restaurant there. You decide to call your friend and go to that restaurant instead."

The dean nodded again, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Qi Shu didn't really want to listen to people's privacy, so he thought it was all right here, so he turned over the half glass of water left in his hand and poured it on the ground.

Then the dean holding the mobile phone stopped for a moment, as if he had just seen Qi Shu, and nodded at him: "What's the matter with this classmate?"

Qi Shu responded casually: "It's okay... I just saw the director, and I want to say hello to you."

The dean didn't pay much attention, and asked again: "Are you a boarding student? You are still studying at night, why did you come out?"

"Ah, no, we are not boarding students,"

He Heng answered the call calmly, "I haven't gone home yet, so I'm going to go back now."

Just started school, new faces.The dean didn't have much impression of the two of them, so he nodded upon hearing the words: "OK, go home early, it's getting dark soon, don't let your parents worry."

He Heng nodded firmly.

The dean seemed to be in a hurry, so he didn't talk to them any more, and he called people while walking. The reason was that Qi Shu said just now that "eating hot pot in summer will get angry", and changed to another street with the person who made an appointment. restaurants.

Yang Hao also sneaked over from the hot pot restaurant, and carefully confirmed by grabbing Xin Yongqiang's shoulder: "Gone? Is he really gone?"

Xin Yongqiang nodded in a daze.

Yang Hao was still not at ease, and confirmed to He Heng again: "Survived? Did I really survive?"

He Heng patted his little head: "I survived."

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Yang Hao looked at Qi Shu in amazement, and carefully confirmed: "Brother Qi, were you... hypnotized just now?"

Qi Shu was worrying about how to explain this to the two of them. Hearing his excuse, he thought it was a good excuse, so he nodded and agreed.

Hypnosis or something sounds much more reliable than metaphysics like the enchanting spell.

"Oh my God,"

Yang Hao was quite frightened, looking at Qi Shu was like seeing a savior, "Brother Qi, you will be my brother from now on—no, you will be my father, you will be my father from now on."

Qi Shu: "..."

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

Anyway, with so many people watching it, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to recognize Ye Daddy like this.

"Go, go, people still don't recognize you,"

He Heng pushed him in disgust, and joked, "You also saw that Qi Shu is so awesome, so you can call him daddy if you want?"

Qi Shu laughed, shook his head and explained to them: "It's just a coincidence this time, and I'm not very skilled."

He Heng waved his hand and said sincerely: "Don't be humble, don't be humble, you know, your move is definitely a life-saving skill."

"Yeah, you can really save lives."

Xin Yongqiang couldn't help but start fantasizing, "If I could do this too, I could ask my mother for living expenses first, and then let her forget about it, and then ask for it again."

Qi Shu: "..."

Where did this fantastic idea come from.

He Heng was still not at ease, stopped again, and said seriously: "Let's not talk about what happened today, especially about Qi Shu's ability to hypnotize."

Yang Hao nodded nervously, reassuring.

Qi Shu felt indifferent: "What a mysterious thing, no one will believe it if I tell it."

Yang Hao nodded again, and said in a blurred and unreal voice: "Yes, I still feel like I'm drunk..."

"Come on, are you still awake?"

He Heng couldn't help but expose him: "How can you get so drunk with half a can of beer? I just went down three or four cans."

Yang Hao is simple but stubborn: "But brother Heng, you have drunk many times, this is the first time for me to drink."

"I have checked that the amount of alcohol is innate and will not increase with age, but the adaptability of the anti-alcohol enzymes in the body will gradually increase within a certain range,"

Xin Yongqiang has reason and evidence, "This is an incremental process, inferring in reverse, it is not unreasonable for me to be drunk with half a can now."

Yang Hao nodded in agreement.

He Heng: "..."

He Heng: "Wow."

Is the threshold so high even for drinking now, and you have to learn to reason reasonably?

He Heng was really shocked for a moment, he looked for his thoughts again, and asked rationally: "But, do you think people can think so clearly when they are drunk?"

Yang Hao thought about it calmly, then exchanged a glance with Xin Yongqiang, and suddenly became sad.

"So what about the two of us rebelliously getting drunk,"

Yang Hao lost his mind, "Did you die like this the first time you tried?"

He Heng: "..."

It's the first time I've heard of such an attempt.

What's the matter, are the current students so willing to try?

"It's okay, just be optimistic."

He Heng comforted him, "You can also think that you were indeed drunk just now, but you were sobered up by the dean."

Yang Hao was dejected, and he didn't seem to be comforted.

The time for a hot pot meal was not short, the four of them wandered around the stalls at the school gate for a while, and the students who finally escaped the torment of evening self-study began to come out in twos and threes to continue their lives.

The two security guards happily sat at the gate of the school and watched, regardless of whether they stopped or stopped.

There are quite a lot of people, and they won't be targeted. He Heng was relieved, and led the three of them into the school gate swaggeringly.

Xin Yongqiang was still a little flustered, and looked around: "Is the dean really not here?"

He Heng gave him a strange look: "No...he went to eat, how could he be here?"

"To be honest, Brother Heng,"

Xin Yongqiang was apprehensive, "I always felt that the dean was just pretending just now, just to follow us secretly when we entered the school, to see which dormitory we live in, and then to find out which class we are in."

He Heng: "..."

No, is the dean so free now?

Xin Yongqiang also felt that his idea was a bit too much, so he made a deep self-criticism: "I'm sorry Brother Qi, it's not that I don't believe you, I just think so, just..."

He scratched his head, not knowing what to say, He Heng handed him a word: "Unbelievable? Unbelievable?"

"Ah, that's what it means,"

Xin Yongqiang repeatedly stated, "It's not that I don't believe you, I just think it's a bit mysterious."

It's metaphysics in itself, isn't it metaphysics?

Qi Shu was also quite open-minded: "It's okay if you don't believe me, but the director must not remember what happened today, so you two can rest assured."

Yang Hao nodded: "Yes, hypnosis is awesome."

He Heng shrugged and said nothing.

Hypnosis is definitely not hypnosis. Since my roommate is a celestial master, all unreasonable things can be explained by metaphysics.

But why metaphysics can be so applied in practice, He Heng has never figured it out.

Obviously in his impression, such things as celestial master spells are usually used to catch ghosts.

At least not for homework.

Not to mention fooling the teacher.

He Heng was full of questions, but it was not easy to ask them in front of Yang Hao and the others.After finally returning to the dormitory, He Heng closed the door, confidently and boldly: "What was that just now? Is it also metaphysics?"

Qi Shu nodded: "The spell of obsession."

"Then what if he refuses to drink that glass of water?"

Now that He Heng thinks about it, he still feels lucky, "If he insists on refusing to drink, do I have to drink it for him?"

Qi Shu thought about it seriously, and thought it was feasible: "It's okay to pour it, anyway, I can make him forget it."

He Heng: "...ah, it makes sense."

Qi Shu said again: "Actually, it's okay if the director doesn't drink, it's the same if you pour it on him—but that's too eye-catching, and it's hard to explain."

He Heng: "..."

Then you can do whatever you want.

It's not enough to do whatever you want.

The enchanting spell is just a very simple trick. For trivial things like making people forget that they saw their students drunk in a hot pot restaurant, as long as they can be circled back and forth without revealing any flaws, there is no problem. If the water is splashed on one piece, then it cannot be explained.

And as long as there is one thing that cannot be explained, if the person under the enchantment curse continues to question or think about it carefully, the enchantment curse will completely fail.

After all, human memory is very coherent, and what the enchantment spell can do is to slightly blur a certain unimportant detail, so that people will no longer remember it subconsciously, but it does not completely eliminate it.If the person being cursed insists on thinking about it, the enchanting spell will be useless at all.

He Heng was confused when he heard it: "...Ah, so."

Qi Shu knew at a glance that he didn't understand, but the only way to explain this matter is from the level of Taoism.He Heng has never been exposed to this before, so he may not be able to explain it clearly.

But my roommate seemed curious.

Qi Shu thought for a while, and explained to him as simple as possible: "Just like today, if I didn't ask the director to call the friend he made an appointment with, when his friend asked him why he didn't go to the hot pot restaurant, he would think, Why on earth did I not go, and then I will probably remember that I saw us in the hot pot restaurant-I can only make him forget it subconsciously, but if he thinks carefully, he will definitely remember it. "

Qi Shu's language expression ability is not very strong, and the explanation is not clear, but He Heng still understood a little bit, and then became even more confused: "So this can really be regarded as... hypnosis?"

Qi Shu didn't know much about hypnosis, so he shook his head hesitantly: "It doesn't count, it shouldn't be the same thing, I really don't know about it."

He Heng was very interested: "Is this easy to learn? Can I learn it?"

Qi Shu: "...not very easy to learn."

Metaphysical spells are not things that can be drawn casually with talisman paper and cinnabar. If you want to learn it, you must learn it from an early age.

And to put it more mysteriously, this is all about chance, and it is not something that can be learned casually.

Even if He Heng has no common sense, he knows that not everyone can do a job like a celestial master.He just mentioned something casually just now, and seeing Qi Shu hesitated and didn't know how to refuse, he changed the subject quite naturally: "There is one more thing, I wanted to ask just now, how do you know that our director has an appointment? "

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu glanced at him, his eyes finally filled with undisguised concern: "Is there someone who eats hot pot?"

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Qi Shu: If you know metaphysics, you can really do whatever you want.