Fernando was a former middle school math teacher in a public school and a respected educator.

All right...

No one respected him at all.

He taught mathematics for twenty years, and there were almost zero students who could afford to listen to his lectures.

Because of the "quality education" and "happy learning" that are generally admired in Europe and the United States, the real rich families, elites, and intellectuals have long sent their children to "unhappy" private schools.

In ordinary public schools, there are a group of scumbags who do not like to learn and do not seek progress.

They don't have the heart to listen to lectures, they just waste their lives on endless entertainment.

This is simply "suicide".

Twenty years ago, they "committed suicide" by chatting in class, reading novels, and reading magazines.

Ten years ago, they "committed suicide" by playing GB machines in class and listening to Walkman.

Five years ago, I had an electronic pet and listened to a walkman.

And then there's the phone, the laptop.

.......

The students' "suicide" tactics are constantly evolving, but none of Fernando's painstaking knowledge is willing to listen carefully.

"Why..."

"Why would you rather waste your time on these meaningless things than listen to me?"

He had been asking this question in his heart for twenty years.

He was in pain, suffering, grieving for his students and for himself.

Finally one day, Fernando couldn't help but explode in class.

He smashed the students' phones and computers and asked them the same question that had been painful for him.

And the students' responses were:

"Because Mr. Fernando is boring."

"Math is inherently boring, and what Mr. Fernando talks about is even more boring."

"yes, yes..."

"We don't want to hear such boring stuff!"

"Time is ours, we can waste it as much as we want!"

“.......”

These students have no desire to be motivated at all, nor are they any sign of seeking change.

Fernando is just an ordinary middle-aged teacher, what else can he do in the face of this group of students who don't eat oil and salt?

He couldn't do anything.

So Fernando had to resign as a teacher in frustration, and then hacked all 23 students in his class to death in the classroom before leaving office.

Anyway, they don't value their own time, so he helps take a little bit out of advance.

It was from that day that he discovered that he seemed to have some special talent.

But...

Although he has been a teacher for a long time, Fernando has always maintained his love for the profession.

For example, he will regard the enemy as a "student" and the many "temptations" contained in the container as a test for the student.

And in the ability to activate the stand-in, he will also talk about mathematics emotionally:

"Students, let's take a look at this question with me, it's very simple:"

“2x^2-7x+3=0.”

"Find the solution of X."

"Do any classmates know the answer, do they?"

Fernando was like a playwright, pacing up and down the road with passion, reading his lines impassionedly.

However, after a painstaking lecture on a piece of knowledge, he looked back...

The two "students" on whom he had high hopes did not pass the "test" at all.

Bugarati climbed forward with a serious injury and looked intently at the newspaper that had fallen out of the container box.

Giorno picked up the remote control and watched the TV in a daze, and even called up his favorite discovery channel in just a few seconds, and finally watched the popular science of animal and plant knowledge with relish.

“......”

"Trash! Two pieces of garbage again!! ”

Fernando roared hysterically:

"Precious time is not used to study, it is wasted on such meaningless things!"

The elegant temperament of a scholar in him disappeared in an instant.

In its place was a tyranny, a terror, an irrepressible rage:

"You time-wasting garbage..."

"I just need education!"

Fernando grabbed Giorno, who was addicted to TV, and pulled out a dagger from his waist in anger.

The blade was cold, and the refracted light even hit Giorno's eyes.

But Giorno still didn't react.

He was completely absorbed in the TV show in front of him.

It's like some street writers who unconsciously pick up their mobile phones to watch videos and watch the news when they code words, and when they wake up, they find that the battery of their mobile phones is only 10%, and they haven't written a word of the novel, and the time has passed for several hours...

After entering a terrible state of wasting time, humans simply do not feel the passage of time.

Giorno, who was completely addicted to television, had no idea what he was doing now, let alone the dagger that was about to slash him.

Eventually, Fernando stabbed Giorno through the arm.

"Does it hurt?"

"You're finally sober, aren't you?"

Fernando clutched the bloody dagger and roared angrily:

"You garbage that doesn't know the preciousness of time, but you will only wake up temporarily when you know the pain."

"This..."

Giorno's face was extremely pale.

He endured the stinging pain in his arm, trying to concentrate on conjuring the Golden Experience to fight back.

But....

But this TV is so good.

Before Giorno could concentrate, his eyes were once again drawn to the colorful TV screen.

His consciousness gradually faded, and even the tingling pain in his arm could not keep him awake.

You must know that the stand-in is an image condensed by spiritual energy, and the spirit cannot be concentrated, and the stand-in naturally cannot be revealed.

"Huh."

"Dogs just can't change eating!"

"Even if I spur you so hard, you will still waste your life."

Fernando pressed the knife tightly against Giorno's neck, sneering with anger:

"You're supposed to be just like my former student..."

"Get out of hell before it's too late!"

"Stop!"

Li Qing's slightly eager shout came from afar.

"Oh?"

"You're finally moving."

The madness in Fernando's eyes subsided slightly, and his tone became much calmer:

"Mr. Li Qing, you were just observing my stand-in ability, right?"

"What, you've got it?"

"Then I have to warn you..."

"When I'm in class... I hate it when someone botheres me. ”

He raised his other hand and lit up the gun he was holding.

He didn't completely put down the gun from beginning to end, but kept it firmly aimed at Bugalati's head - as long as Li Qing had any abnormal movement just now, Fernando would shoot Bugalati directly.

"Mr. Li Qing."

"You're cautious and you're lucky."

"My range of abilities is only ten meters, and you happen to be outside of my domain."

"In that case..."

"Then I'll have to let you do a multiple-choice question."

Fernando looked at the blood bar on Li Qing's head, put a knife against Giorno's neck with one hand, and pointed a gun at Bugarati's head with the other:

"A, you removed your stand-in ability and walked into my realm by yourself."

"B, I'm going to kill these two guys right now."

"Mind you, if you choose A, I'll be merciful and let everyone else go."

“......”

Li Qing's face was extremely pale.

At this moment, Giorno and Bugarati were both completely addicted to entertainment, and they couldn't feel the passage of time in the outside world at all.

Only Li Qing can save them.

And Li Qing can't save two people at the same time, to be precise... He can only save Giorno.

Because the second stage of the Celestial Wave and Echo Strike took too much time, it was impossible to stop Fernando's tearing before he could do it.

And the bell jar... This skill can only be used on Giorno alone.

Because Bugarati is not Li Qing's "teammate" yet, at least, the system does not recognize him as Li Qing's "teammate".

No way...

Bugarati, Apaki and the others have only formed a verbal alliance with Li Qing, and the alliance has not yet lasted more than two minutes.

They can only barely say that they are like-minded, and they can't talk about sharing weal and woe at all.

Li Qing fell into a difficult choice:

"If you refuse, Giorno may still have some hope of being saved, Bugarati must be hopeless..."

"He's being held at gunpoint right now, and even if he could have used a bell jar on him, the bell jar itself wouldn't be faster than a bullet."

"However, if I do as the madman tells me to exit the digital mode and enter his capabilities, then my own safety cannot be guaranteed."

"What to do...."

"Are you going to give up Bugarati?"

"Hey..."

A weak voice rang out from the side.

That's Naranga.

He was so weak that he couldn't even move his legs, but he still insisted on standing up with his hands:

"Save him."

"Li Qing, please... Save Bugarati! ”

Naranga's voice was filled with a deep pleading, and tears even oozed from her eyes.

It is hard to imagine that this brave teenager, who was able to smile in the face of the virus and death not long ago, could show such a weak expression.

"This..."

"Really... Lao Tzu hates to have children crying the most. ”

Li Qing sighed softly, and then took a step forward: "Data, lift!" ”