"You come first. ”

Yan Qingshu pointed to the short-haired girl, she was the most active, Yan Qingshu had a good impression of her, and the teachers liked students who were eager to answer questions.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Weiyue. The short-haired girl replied, her tone excited.

Yan Qingshu found her name against the list of students: "Lingwen [Red Carp]." Nodding with satisfaction, "Auxiliary Department Lingwen, you go to that teacher, yes, the one with long hair and big waves is very beautiful, she will help you pick up Lingwen." ”

It is not possible for everyone to be able to help with the spiritual texts, because the spiritual texts have a mutual attraction trait, and this trait is especially obvious among the spiritual texts of the same family.

Therefore, Lin Weiyue, a classmate who has awakened the auxiliary system spirit text, must be helped awakened by a psyker who also holds the auxiliary system spirit text.

The so-called induction of spiritual texts is actually the spiritual text of high-level psionics to awaken the unawakened spiritual texts of low-level psionics through their own awakened spiritual texts. Figuratively speaking, it is to take one magnet to attract another magnet.

A long time ago, Lingwen Awakening was recommended to try it yourself, and you rarely needed help from others, but now, in order to save trouble and time, the Psionic Association has invented this method, which is famous: "Lingwen Connection".

"Hmm!" Lin Weiyue nodded seriously and walked towards the beautiful female teaching assistant.

"Who's coming next, let me see. Yan Qingshu touched his chin and glanced at the raised hands in front of him.

Qi Qi didn't raise his hand, he put the earphones back in his ears again, lowered his head, his lips pursed slightly, thinking about something else.

"It's you. Yan Qingshu said with a smile, and at the end of his fingers, it was Qi Qi.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and when they saw that it was in full condition, many people showed a look of watching a good show on their faces.

"You say that this teacher sent by the Psyker Guild did it on purpose or accidentally. At the back of the room, three or two people whispered.

"Intentionally, of course. Someone replied, "The Psyker Association is also waiting to see the joke, and Long Jin didn't give them a good look at the beginning." ”

"Qi Qi, call you. "It's still the same boy, he hit the unresponsive Qi Qi with his shoulder.

Qi Qi frowned, took off his headphones, and his eyes showed a rare hint of impatience.

"The teacher asked you to go up and pick up Lingwen. The boy said to him.

"No need. Qi Qi shook his head and wanted to put the headphones on again.

"Learn God!"

At this time, the "brioche bread" suddenly poked his head out of the team and pretended to be concerned and said, "You can't give up on yourself just because you awakened the life department Lingwen, didn't the principal say last week, there is no difference between superior and inferior Lingwen." ”

Hearing his words, Guo Qiqi slowly turned around, looked at him across the crowd, and smiled without a smile: "I said no." ”

His tone was flat and his expression was smiling, but everyone could hear the evil in his words, and "Butterbread" opened his mouth, but did not speak.

At this time, a coughing sound suddenly sounded in the field, it was Yan Qingshu.

He came out to play a round and said, "This classmate is Qi Qi." Let me see—" Bowing his head against the list of students, "Oh, it's Lingwen [Silkworm Horse]. Very common spiritual texts. Don't worry, we have a teacher who can help awaken the spiritual text of the life department, there will be no danger, and why don't you accept it, classmate?"

Guo Qiqi's narrow eyes stared at him for a long time, and finally said, "I don't need it." ”

"Huh?" Yan Qingshu raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that?"

Qi Qi raised his hand at him and spread out his palm, a silk thread in his palm, emitting a faint fluorescent light.

"That's ......"

Yan Qingshu's eyes shrank slightly, and he immediately understood, it turned out that Qi Qi had already awakened himself, and he didn't need Lingwen to guide him at all.

"Can I go straight back to the classroom?" asked Qi Qiqi, looking directly at him.

The crowd became noisy, and self-awakening was a fairly rare thing, and it required the spirit holder to have a high enough fit with the spirit text that he had awakened.

However, thinking that it was the spirit text [silkworm horse] that Qi Qi awakened, they were also relieved, the life system spirit text was originally the most human-friendly type, it was not like the battle spirit text, which required the spirit text holder to communicate day and night like taming a wild horse, basically once it was held, it would have at least fifty percent of the fit.

"Yes. ”

Yan Qingshu looked at Qi Qi with a little meaning, and then nodded.

Qi Qi immediately put on the headphones, turned around, ignored the surprised gaze of Qi Shu at the back of the classroom, and left the Lingwen teaching classroom directly.

"What!"

As soon as he left, "Butterbread" immediately pursed his lips disdainfully, "Even if he is a god, the awakened is only a spiritual text of life, and it is like 2580000, what qualifications does he have? No matter how good he is, won't he still have to rely on us people to protect him in the future?"

"That's it!"

A boy next to him chimed in, "In this day and age, what's the use of reading? Could it be that you have encountered monsters and sea beasts, and you can talk to them, what is a function, and memorize a table of chemical elements? It's ridiculous!"

"What do you say?"

A girl in the front row turned her head, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she was angry, "It's really amazing, why didn't you say these things just now, and you don't dare to say it until the situation is gone?"

"Shh

"Butterbread" raised his chin, "I was giving him face just now, I didn't care about him in general, respectfully told him to learn God, in my opinion, he was a nerd!"

"Hahaha, nerd, yes, it's a nerd!" laughed a group of boys next to him.

"Really!" the girl stomped her foot in anger.

But she can't refute that the theory of the uselessness of reading is wrong in any era, but in this era, there are really many fans.

This is not to say that reading is really useless, but compared with psychic, whether as an armed force or as an impact on life, society, and the world, it is much slower, and it is not intuitive enough, and it tends to be more subtle.

In addition, not everyone who reads books can go to the level of winning the highest science and technology award.

However, psykers, especially combat-type psionics, can join the City Guardian from level 3 onwards.

In game terms, the reader is the late stage, and the psionic can play a huge role in the early, middle and late stages.

It is no wonder that so many people advocate the theory that reading is useless, and of course those psionic people who shed their blood for them are more worthy of their respect than those who are immersed in learning.

The main reason why many people look down on scholars is that many of the achievements of scholars appear in their lives silently, from what they eat, use, wear, and live in, but they turn a blind eye to them, and only see the psionic people who desperately protect their safety, and ignore the readers who make silent contributions.

"Next, it's up to you. ”

At this moment, Yan Qingshu noticed the commotion here, walked over, and pointed to "cream bread".

"Butter Bread" was immediately overjoyed, and ran over from the back of the team, his whole body was shaking, and what he awakened was the spirit text [rubber], which is a more comprehensive spirit text in the combat system Taki spirit text, which is biased towards defense, but if it is used for offense, the effect is not bad.

No wonder he looks down on Qi Qi, quite a bit of a villain's taste, the comparison between Lingwen [Silkworm Horse] and Lingwen [Rubber] is simply the difference between heaven and earth. There is no high or low spiritual text, but in people's hearts, there is a distinction between high and low.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Ji!"

"Let me see, oh? It turned out to be Lingwen [Rubber], what a coincidence, you go to that teacher's side, one of the Taki Lingwen he holds is also Lingwen [Rubber], you can communicate more in the future." Yan Qingshu looked away from the list of students and said to "Cream Bread" Wang Ji with a smile.

"Yes!"

Wang Ji immediately responded happily, and said in his heart that he was really going to turn over the salted fish.

If the psyker's path can be guided by experienced senior masters, he can avoid many detours.

As Wang Ji left in a hurry, Yan Qingshu continued to order people until the bell rang for the end of class, and more than half of the people in the first (1) class of high school had completed the Lingwen introduction. They ran out of the psionic teaching classroom in high spirits, chatting along the way, and some of them deliberately ran to the door of other classes to show off, causing a lot of jealous scolding and envious eyes.

Back in class, Guo Qiqi was still reading the history extracurricular book.

Invisible to others, a faint thread of psionic energy wrapped around his wrist, sometimes disappearing, sometimes re-emerging.

Although the school has made it clear that it prohibits students from using Lingwen outside of the Lingwen teaching classroom, a life-based Lingwen like Kuangqi, which has no offensive power at all, will not say anything even if someone finds out.

Besides, for the group of enthusiastic beginners in the classroom who had just received the Lingwen, all their attention was on themselves, how could they have the time to pay attention to the situation. As for perceiving psionic energy fluctuations, they don't have that ability yet, and only mid-to-high-level psionic people have the ability to sense psionic fluctuations.

Of course, even if someone finds out and wants to make a fuss about this matter, taking into account the situation behind the situation, the school will turn a blind eye.

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At the same time.

The second floor where the first year of high school is located, the toilet.

"Cream bread" Wang Ji stood at the door of the men's toilet, and a pair of eyes scanned every beautiful girl passing by, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Class?"

Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder, Wang Ji immediately snorted, and quickly turned around, a tall boy stood behind him, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

"Second brother is good!"

Wang Ji hurriedly greeted him in a respectful tone, and his posture was not at all as arrogant and arrogant as he was in class just now.

This person's name is Jiang Xueheng, a student in the first (9) class of high school, and Guo Tingqi are classmates, because they are the main players of the school basketball team, so they have a close relationship.

Jiang Xueheng glanced at Wang Ji, shook off the water on his hands, dried it on Wang Ji's clothes, and then walked forward.

Seeing this, Wang Ji hurriedly followed, fart and bustling, looking like a little brother.

"What's the matter, does he have any reaction?" Jiang Xueheng asked in a low voice.

Wang Jixuan repeated all the expressions, demeanors, and words in the class just now.

When it came to the sentence "weapons, kill or be killed", Jiang Xueheng's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Did he really say that?"

"Yes!" Wang Ji nodded vigorously, "Not a word was added." ”

"Go on. Jiang Xueheng licked his lips.

So, Wang Ji continued.

After a while, the class bell rang loudly, and Wang Ji swallowed his saliva, just finishing his speech.

Jiang Xueheng nodded at him, "I know, you did a good job in this matter, and we will definitely call you next time." ”

Hearing the word activity, Wang Ji's eyes suddenly radiated a greedy green light, nodded, turned around and left happily.

Jiang Xueheng walked into the class at the end of the bell, and his seat happened to be next to Guo Tingqi's seat.

At this time, Tingqi was lying on the table and falling asleep, and now he had to go to the third uncle Guo Yanqing every night to receive martial arts teaching, and when he got home, he was half tired to death, and he hurriedly took a shower, and he didn't even care about signing in to the game, he just dipped his pillow, and he had to get up early to go to school the next day, and he had very little sleep time, so he could only use the recess to make up for sleep.

Jiang Xueheng glanced at him contemptuously, pushed his shoulder, and woke up Guo Tingqi.

"Huh?" Guo Tingqi sat up suddenly, thinking that the teacher was calling him to answer the question.

Seeing that there was no one on the podium, he looked at Jiang Xueheng blankly, "What's wrong?"

"It's class. Jiang Xueheng turned to explain to him in a gentle tone, "The teacher will come in a while, I'm afraid that you will be punished again later, so I will wake you up first." ”

"Oh, that's it!"

Guo Tingqi smiled at him gratefully, then rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and tried to recover his spirits.

Jiang Xueheng withdrew his gaze from Guo Tingqi's body, and took out the books and materials that would be used in this class from the stomach of the desk, and in the process, his mind kept recalling what Wang Ji said just now.

Self-awakening? He is worthy of being a talent in Jiangdong. It's just, just [silkworm horse], can you still turn the sky?