Standing at the door, Song Qingci's expression was a little hesitant.

Although his posture is still as strong as a green pine, only Song Qingci knows how much he has been tossing and turning recently.

After training and studying, you can often fall asleep quickly and quickly adjust your mindset to meet the challenges of the next day. But recently, or in the past week, Song Qingci often stays up late and loses sleep. Even when you fall asleep, you wake up from nightmares.

It can be said that she has been tortured a lot recently, and the double blow of mental and physical blow has exhausted her.

Because of this, Song Qingci finally made up his mind.

She took a leave of absence, left the playground on Monday morning, was supposed to be a workout, looked for a teacher, and after asking around, came to a certain school building.

Today, she wants to draw a knife to cut off the water, a sword to cut off the middle, and cut off all her worries and troubles with a light knife!

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingci stood on the edge of the heavy wooden door and sank down.

She was about to knock on the door, but in the next second, a voice came from inside the door: "Come in, the door is unlocked." ”

Song Qingci, who heard this voice, was slightly stunned.

Did he hear his own voice?

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qingci pushed the door open.

The light from outside the door spills into the door, and the clear mist reflects the beautiful passage in the sunlight, like the liquid of wine rolling up and down the glass, and the snow escapes when you move it slightly.

In the light, a person is facing the book on the table, holding his head and gradually thinking about something.

The man was not wearing a scarf today, and the sun shone through his shirt on his neck, making his skin as transparent as the most delicate glass, without the anger of a human being, and so pale that it felt eerily human.

Sensing Song Qingci's gaze, the man raised his head and looked at Song Qingci with deep eyes.

"Good morning, classmate Song Qingci."

The man smiled at Song Qingci and said, "It's a good time to come here within ten minutes after the sun rises." ”

Listening to that person's words, Song Qingci couldn't help frowning slightly.

"I wanted to ask," she said, "that you could have foreseen...... Future? ”

If the name "prophet" has vaguely revealed something, then when Song Qingci was fighting with the other party, this feeling was even more obvious.

At that time, she couldn't even find a way to deal with it, and every blow was like hitting cotton and weak. No matter where she wants to jump, the other party can accurately capture her position.

If it weren't for the fact that it was just a "test", if it weren't for the fact that the other party didn't have the intention of killing, if it weren't for the narrow field......

In short, all kinds of "ifs" were stacked together, so that Song Qingci didn't know how to deal with him at all.

The power of "foresight" that can completely block one's path, and the strange and inexplicable fog......

There's no doubt that this is a guy who can be hard to cope with.

Unless he has an overwhelming advantage, he will always be able to negate or dodge your attacks altogether.

Therefore, this made Song Qingci very suspicious of whether the other party's ability was really "predicting the future".

But that's not quite right.

According to Song Qingci's point of view, the stronger any ability, the more obvious the cost.

A supernatural power as simple as spraying flames, which can almost be classified as chemical, is not very costly.

However, there is such a power as "predicting the future......

Song Qingci felt that if such a power wanted to be used perfectly, then the person who controlled it would inevitably pay a high cost that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

She understands this.

Because, she is also a superpower!

There are people in this world who are born different from everyone else, and they are born with powers that are different from others, which is almost common sense in the supernatural world.

Each superpower, or transcendent, has different abilities. Some are strong, some are also wasteful. However, the probability of the appearance of transcendents is very, very, very low, and even now, there are only less than a hundred transcendents recorded in the entire country. And among them, there are relatively wasteful, and there are only a handful of them that can be used in combat or research.

So the transcendents don't need to worry about being sliced or used as experimental material - partly because the authorities are not so short-sighted, and partly because there are better options.

Compared to the transcendents, they must still be more fragrant than those legends and myths! And if you really want to choose experimental materials, of course, those who are resistant to the are more advantageous!

As a result, transcendents have a similar status around the world - they don't need to be hidden, but they don't take them too seriously.

It's like Song Qingci, who only participated in the "special skills assessment" before he came.

But even so, such a superpower as "predicting the future", Song Qingci had never heard of anything like it.

No anti-theft

Is this ability really something that humans can master?

Song Qingci was very skeptical of this.

Facing her skeptical gaze was Bering's calm attitude.

"If you're going to say what you think, then think so."

Bering put down the book, chuckled and said: "Time is a mighty river, but also a rolling sea, and no one will say that they can see through it. The concept of fate is so grand that anyone who tries to see and control it will be swallowed up and drowned in turn. ”

"At the end of the day, I'm just a person who sees farther and knows more."

Song Qingci glanced at the name of the book.

'Western Europe...... Or something? ’

At a glance, you can see that this is the type she doesn't care about at all.

As if noticing Song Qingci's gaze, Bering shook his head and put the book away: "The content of this book is not suitable for you. ”

"If anything...... Let me see. ”

Picking among the thick stacks of eucalyptus scrolls next to him, Bering's fingers brushed over the crest of the book, and after a moment of deliberation, he chose one of them: "Found it, this is it." ”

Pulling out the book, Bering slapped it on the table, gently pushed it to Song Qingci on the other side of the table.

Looking at the thick tome that was pushed in front of him.

Song Qingci hesitated for a moment.

After about five seconds, she reached out and pressed it firmly against the book.

Then, she turned the book over and looked at the front of it.

When he saw the title of the book, Song Qingci's Tong Kong shrank slightly!

With a "bang", the sound of the thick tome falling to the ground and heavy objects falling to the ground echoed throughout the office.

However, Song Qingci seemed to have noticed nothing.

She just looked at Bering, and there was a strange glint in her eyes.