86: Chapter 86 Was this gift list written according to my household registration book?
Chu Youwei held her forehead.
She had been prepared to hear some earth-shattering secret.
Like some foreign forces infiltrating.
Like the resurgence of the Strange Talk Sequence.
Or perhaps Su Yun really had some international background that couldn't be brought to light.
But Li Hao's one sentence pulled the atmosphere straight back from a scene of abyss summoning to a class group chat.
And it was the kind of group chat where the pinned messages were full of gossip memes.
Su Qing was still hanging outside the window.
She hooked the window frame with one hand, clutching the black paper crane tightly with the other; her whole body was shrouded in shadow, revealing only half a face pressed beneath the brim of her hat.
The pose was indeed cool.
But it was also undeniably pathetic.
Her eyes were fixed.
"My King?"
"Who?"
"Su Yun?"
"This bastard who annoys me every day, scams me out of half a million, and forces me to call him 'Good Brother'?"
"Have the people of Neon had their eyes eaten by Strange Tales?"
"Even if they want to find a King, can't they find someone who looks normal?"
Su Yun didn't look like a King at all.
What did he look like?
He looked like the kind of vicious older brother who would stand at the door after school, waiting for his sister to return, and then kill her spirit with a single sentence: "Did you get your math test papers back?"
The more Su Qing thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
She even suspected for a moment that this paper crane had been bribed by Su Yun in advance.
Otherwise, why could it call out so naturally?
Su Yun sat in his seat, not speaking immediately.
He looked at the paper crane.
The aura remaining on the paper crane was very pure.
Pure to the point of being clean.
It wasn't human spiritual energy.
Nor was it the kind of power Awakened had, mixed with emotions, will, and fluctuations of the Physical Body.
It had no human scent.
Only the rule imprints left by the Strange Talk Sequence.
Cold.
Viscous.
Like something fished out of an abyss rift, then folded into a paper crane by someone with extremely meticulous techniques.
Unlike the Corpse-eating Dog inside Gu Lang.
Gu Lang was a coexistence of human and sequence.
Inside him, there was still human blood, a heartbeat, fear, fatigue, and the firm will of a worker refusing unpaid overtime.
But the master of this paper crane was different.
Its source was a complete creation of the Strange Talk Sequence.
In other words.
It was edible.
Su Yun's nostrils twitched slightly.
The taste was alright.
Not top-tier ingredients.
But it had the advantage of being fresh.
Su Yun had initially felt it was ridiculous.
Someone was calling him King from afar.
This person did have some ability.
To be able to follow the aura remaining by the reservoir all the way to Linhai No. 2 High School.
And to be able to send the message object into the school, pass through the Investigation Bureau's surveillance, bypass the Sanctuary's blockade, and finally land precisely outside the window of Senior Year Class 2.
But the problem was.
You want to find me, fine.
Couldn't you have come secretly?
Did you have to shout in front of the whole class?
Dammit.
If I really were your King, my first royal decree would be to drag you out and shoot you ten thousand times.
And I'd deduct your performance bonus after shooting you.
Gu Lang suddenly reached out and pressed the desk.
The desk made a dull thud.
His face was paler than before, but his eyes were chillingly cold.
"Don't go near it."
He lowered his voice.
"This is a communication object of a Strange Tale."
Li Hao had already stretched his neck out halfway, wanting to see if this thing was really origami.
Hearing this, he immediately pulled his head back.
His movement was as practiced as a turtle.
"Will it explode?"
Gu Lang said coldly: "It might pollute cognition."
Li Hao's expression changed.
"Then it's over."
He covered his head, looking pained.
"I don't have much cognition to begin with."
A classmate in the front row was still afraid, but upon hearing this, he almost couldn't hold it in.
Chu Youwei raised her hand and rubbed her brow.
She felt the biggest problem in Senior Year Class 2 right now wasn't Strange Tale pollution.
It was that everyone's mental state had been led astray by Su Yun.
The Homeroom Teacher stood on the podium, the chalk in his hand snapping in two.
White powder fell on the edge of the teaching desk.
He looked at Su Yun.
Then he looked at Dark Blade outside the window.
Finally, he looked at Gu Lang.
As a normal teacher, he should be organizing the students to evacuate now.
According to standard procedures, he should first calm their emotions, then contact the school authorities, and then cooperate with the Investigation Bureau to transfer all students to a safe area.
But the problem was.
There was a Watcher hanging outside the window.
There was a suspected S-class bait sitting in the classroom.
And the one by the window was being called King by a Neon Strange Tale.
In the back row, there was a group of students already discussing whether "My King" would affect their final exam bonus points.
Who was supposed to evacuate whom in this class?
Who was supposed to protect whom?
If he, an English teacher, led a group of people to rush out, what if it was more dangerous outside?
He was silent for two seconds, making the most stable judgment of his teaching career, and the one most in line with the senior year teaching schedule.
"Students."
He tapped the blackboard.
"Stop whispering."
"Open your English books to Unit 3."
The whole class: "?"
Li Hao looked up in shock.
"Teacher, we've already got a 'My King' situation, and we're still having class?"
The Homeroom Teacher pushed up his glasses.
The lenses reflected a light so calm it was almost cruel.
"Even the King has to take the college entrance exam."
Su Yun nodded.
"Makes sense."
Gu Lang: "..."
Su Qing: "..."
Outside the window, Su Qing couldn't help but speak.
"Su Yun."
Her voice came through the glass, carrying irrepressible suspicion.
"Why does this thing call you King?"
Su Yun glanced at her.
His tone was very calm.
"Maybe because I look more authoritative."
Li Hao immediately agreed.
"Indeed."
He nodded solemnly.
"If Brother Yun becomes the class monitor, he would definitely be able to collect everyone's homework without leaving a single one."
Chu Youwei said faintly: "And then not do his own."
Su Yun looked at her.
"Classmate Chu, you have a deep misunderstanding of me."
Chu Youwei smiled.
"This is an academic conclusion based on long-term observation."
Su Yun was silent for a moment.
He felt that Chu Youwei had become increasingly difficult to fool lately.
This was not a good thing.
Gu Lang interrupted them.
"This is not the time for jokes."
His gaze was fixed on the paper crane.
"The Neon remnants being able to send a communication object here means they have already locked onto the school."
"They won't just send a greeting."
As if to respond to his words.
The black fire on the paper crane suddenly flared up.
It wasn't an ordinary flame.
No temperature.
And no smoke.
The black flames licked across the paper surface inch by inch, as if countless tiny insects were crawling along the edges of the burning.
The paper unfolded again.
The line of Neon text twisted, stretched, and reorganized.
This time, no translation was needed.
Tsukuyomi's voice sounded directly in the flames.
The voice was very young.
And very light.
But it carried a kind of near-pathological piety.
"My King is above."
"The old country has sunk."
"The Neon remnants are willing to use blood and bone to pave your path to godhood."
The temperature in the classroom seemed to be pressed lower by an invisible hand.
Su Yun's eyelids twitched slightly.
It really was someone from those 'little days' (Neon).
Unaccountable.
Li Hao whispered: "Brother Gu, does this count as being a simp?"
Gu Lang's face was ugly.
"Shut up."
Li Hao immediately shut up.
But the expression on his face was very obvious.
He thought it counted.
And it was a high-level simp.
The paper crane continued to burn.
The black fire pulled out thin lines in mid-air, as if someone was writing in the air with a pitch-black pen.
"We will offer you the first coronation gift on the day the Queen arrives."
Su Qing's eyes turned cold.
"Queen?"
On the roof.
Arbiter Qin Feng and Arbiter Lei Zhen changed color at the same time.
Arbiter Lei Zhen pressed his earpiece, his voice extremely low.
"Notify the Sanctuary, the paper crane mentioned the Queen."
Arbiter Qin Feng was already sending a message.
His face was equally ugly.
The Queen was arriving in Linhai soon.
The Neon remnants sent a message at this time.
This wasn't just a simple provocation.
This was an assassination notice.
It was rubbing the faces of all the forces in Linhai City on the ground.
In the classroom, Chu Youwei sat up straight.
She didn't have Awakened abilities, nor did she have Gu Lang's sensitivity to the aura of death.
But she was smart enough.
The Queen of Great Britain arrives at noon.
The Neon remnants say they are offering a gift at this time.
This is no gift.
This is a declaration of war.
The text on the paper crane continued to change.
Lines of black text emerged.
Like a list.
And like a tombstone.
"First gift."
"The head of the Queen of Great Britain, Queen Elizabeth Victoria Lancaster."
A suppressed gasp sounded in the classroom.
Li Hao almost slid off his chair.
"Holy shit."
"Live international news update?"
No one laughed.
Because at this moment, everyone realized that this wasn't the news push they usually read.
This was someone delivering a world-class assassination notice to their classroom window.
Gu Lang's face was livid.
This was no longer a provocation.
This was a declaration of war.
And a declaration of war aimed at Linhai.
The black text continued to emerge.
"Second gift."
"The head of the Salvation Society leader, Bai Cang."
Su Yun's hand, which was turning the page, stopped.
The page stopped in mid-air.
Only for an instant.
Very short.
Short enough that most people didn't notice.
The paper crane didn't stop.
The black fire continued to burn.
"Third gift."
"The head of the Great Xia Executive, Jiang Xu."
Gu Lang's face changed completely.
He lunged forward.
The aura of the Corpse-eating Dog surged within him.
This time, he didn't suppress it.
Gray-white Death Qi spread from under his feet, slowly creeping along the gaps in the floor tiles.
The temperature in the classroom plummeted.
A thin layer of white fog even condensed on the windows.
Li Hao hugged his arms.
"Brother Gu, calm down."
"You get excited, and we save electricity on the air conditioning."
Gu Lang ignored him.
Jiang Xu was the captain of their Investigation Bureau.
He is also the one who fished him out of the laboratory's discarded list.
Executive Jiang Xu can order him to work overtime.
Can make him act as bait.
Can use the four words "Insufficient Authority" to block all his questions.
Cursing is allowed.
Complaining about overtime behind his back is also allowed.
Even being sarcastic to his face isn't impossible.
But if someone else wants to take Executive Jiang Xu's head.
That won't do.
A layer of grayish-white light emerged in Gu Lang's eyes.
The air behind him twisted faintly, as if something with sharp teeth was poking its nose out from the cracks of death.
But just before that aura could spread to the whole class.
Su Yun tapped the desk lightly with his finger.
Tap.
The sound was very light.
Like a piece of chalk falling on a wooden desk.
The Corpse-eating Dog aura surging inside Gu Lang suddenly froze.
The next second, those grayish-white Death Qi, as if meeting a natural predator, instantly shrank back under his feet.
Gu Lang's body shuddered.
He looked at Su Yun.
But Su Yun did not look at him.
As if nothing had happened just now.
Most of the students in the class didn't notice anything unusual, only feeling that it had suddenly gotten cold, and then suddenly returned to normal.
But Chu Youwei saw it.
She gently pressed her fingertips on the book page.
She didn't know what Su Yun had done.
But she was certain that in the moment Gu Lang lost control, it was Su Yun who suppressed that danger back down.
Not with force.
Not with threats.
It was more like some kind of high-level existence casually pressing a tantrum-throwing pet back into its cage.
Chu Youwei's heart tightened slightly.
The last line of text on the paper crane slowly emerged.
The black flame was darker than before.
Like night color fished up from a deep well.
"The Fourth Gift."
"S-rank defector, the head of Night Owl."
Snap.
The English book in Su Yun's hand closed.
The sound was not loud.
But everyone in the classroom heard it.
The sound was like a thin needle piercing into everyone's nerves.
Su Qing's heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
She turned her head to look at Su Yun.
Su Yun had no expression on his face.
He even still had that lazy, calm appearance, as if he would ask the teacher if he could be exempted from homework in the next second.
But she always felt that in that moment just now, the shadows outside the window all seemed to lower by an inch.
It wasn't an illusion.
She is a Shadow-type Awakened.
She is more sensitive to changes in shadows than anyone else.
Those shadows weren't blown by the wind.
Nor were they changed by light.
They were submitting.
Like a herd of black beasts instinctively kneeling.
Su Qing's throat felt slightly dry.
She suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
Gu Lang also turned his head to look at him.
The Corpse-eating Dog inside his body instinctively tucked its tail.
It didn't even whimper.
It didn't even dare to whimper.
Chu Youwei's fingers stopped on the desk.
She was closest to Su Yun.
She could feel it.
Su Yun did not release any spiritual energy.
No killing intent.
Even his breathing was very steady.
But the more it was like this, the more wrong it felt.
When a person is angry, if they yell, slam the table, or throw things, it actually shows that the anger is still within the human scope.
But Su Yun was too calm at this moment.
Calm like a sea.
But something at the bottom of the sea had opened its eyes.
Su Yun looked at the paper crane.
Only one sentence remained in his heart.
"What a good subject I have."
"Coming up and wanting to kill my whole family."
"Let alone the Queen."
"Bai Cang is the big brother."
"Night Owl is the old man."
"Executive Jiang Xu is still the security guard at his reservoir canteen."
"Did you write this gift list based on my household registration and asset list?"
The black paper crane trembled gently.
Tsukuyomi's voice sounded again.
This time, the fanaticism in his voice was more obvious.
"My King."
"Please wait quietly."
"Before sunset, Linhai will welcome your throne with four heads."
Su Yun raised his hand.
Su Qing was immediately alert.
"Don't touch it!"
Gu Lang also shouted: "Su Yun, step back!"
Su Yun did not step back.
He extended two fingers and, separated by Su Qing's palm, pinched the corner of the paper crane.
Su Qing was stunned.
She wanted to pull her hand away.
But found she couldn't pull it away.
It wasn't that Su Yun had great strength.
At least not purely great strength.
It was that her shadow wouldn't listen to her anymore.
Those shadows that usually did her bidding, could help her go through walls, stealth, assassinate, and bind enemies, were now quietly lying on the wall.
Like a group of poor students called out by the Homeroom Teacher to stand in the corner in front of the podium.
Not daring to move.
Not daring to run.
Even less daring to resist.
Su Qing's pupils shrank.
"What's going on?"
Su Yun did not look at her.
He just brought the paper crane to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.
The whole class: "?"
Li Hao was dumbfounded on the spot.
"Brother Yun."
"You even sniff this thing?"
Su Yun said calmly: "Confirming if it's poisonous."
Li Hao was filled with awe.
"You are protecting the class with your life."
Chu Youwei whispered: "Are you sure you aren't checking if it's edible?"
Su Yun glanced at her.
Chu Youwei shut her mouth.
She felt she might have guessed right.
And after guessing right, she suddenly felt a bit scared.
A normal person seeing a communication object would react by staying away.
Gu Lang seeing a communication object would react by sensing danger.
Su Yun seeing a communication object might react by sniffing to see if it's fresh.
Gu Lang's face turned paler.
"Su Yun, put it down."
"It is a rule-based communication object."
"If you destroy it, the sender will know."
Su Yun nodded.
"Good that they know."
Gu Lang was taken aback.
Su Yun pinched the paper crane, his tone very faint.
"Send a reply for me."
The black fire on the paper crane paused.
As if it didn't expect the recipient to reply voluntarily.
That black fire suddenly quieted down.
The light in the classroom also dimmed for a moment.
It seemed that some kind of distant rule was using this paper crane to connect this place with the other end.
Su Yun looked at the burning paper surface.
"Tell him."
"I have received the gift list."
His voice was very calm.
So calm that no threat could be heard.
But a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out on Gu Lang's back.
Because the Corpse-eating Dog inside his body was trembling.
Not because of the paper crane.
It was because when Su Yun said this sentence, something looked towards the other end along the rule channel of the paper crane.
Just one look.
It was like a behemoth in the deep sea lifting its eyelids, glancing through the pitch-black seawater at a bug excitedly chirping on the shore.
Su Qing hung outside the window, staring at Su Yun's overly calm face.
She couldn't help but speak.
"Su Yun."
"Why do you look so pretentious?"
Su Yun: "..."
He slowly turned his head to look at Su Qing.
"Am I f*cking acting pretentious?"
"I'm actually really angry, okay?"
"Your dad is about to be killed, and you are still here gloating."
"Really amazing."
"Is there any daughter like you?"
Su Yun took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to chew up this black paper crane along with the sender.
Still in the classroom now.
Can't eat it too obviously.
Bad influence.
Especially since there is a Chu Youwei next to him.
This girl has almost written "Are you wondering how it tastes" on her face.
Li Hao, however, was already full of shock.
"Deserving to be called the man who is King."
He whispered with emotion.
"Others panic when they receive an assassination notice."
"Brother Yun can calmly send a receipt when receiving a gift list."
The students in the front row nodded.
"Perspective."
"Is this the aura of a King?"
"I declare, from today on, Su Yun is not only the King of Homework Exemption, but also the King of International Diplomacy."
"Seconded."
"Can the King of Diplomacy apply for the whole class to be exempt from the English listening test?"
The Homeroom Teacher tapped the blackboard.
"Quiet."
He paused, then added another sentence.
"The King of Diplomacy also has to memorize vocabulary."
Su Yun was expressionless.
"Teacher, at a time like this, you are still thinking about vocabulary?"
The Homeroom Teacher pushed up his glasses.
"I am just an ordinary English teacher."
"Cannot stop international assassinations."
"But I can stop you from failing English."
Chu Youwei couldn't help but laugh.
This laugh made the atmosphere in the classroom, which was tense to the point of breaking, relax a little.
But Gu Lang couldn't laugh.
He stared fixedly at the paper crane at Su Yun's fingertips, his voice low.
"After you reply, the other party will definitely confirm your location."
Su Yun said faintly: "Hasn't he already confirmed it?"
Gu Lang was choked up.
Seems like that's true too.
Just the moment Gu Lang's voice fell.
An indescribable feeling of palpitations pressed onto everyone's chest without warning.
Not fear.
It was more like the body instinctively sensing that something capable of tearing the city apart was colliding in the distance.
All sounds in the classroom disappeared simultaneously.
The next second.
Boom—!!
A dull, loud noise exploded from afar.
The entire teaching building shook slightly.
The glass by the window of Senior Year Class 2 rattled, chalk dust on the blackboard fell down, and the chandelier swayed twice.
Li Hao covered his head on the spot.
"What the f*ck? Did a chemical plant explode?"
Chu Youwei instinctively held the corner of the table, her face slightly pale, but she still calmly corrected.
"Our city doesn't have chemical plants."
Li Hao froze for a moment.
"Then what is this?"
Gu Lang stood in place, his face looking even worse than before.
He turned his head to look towards the eastern part of the city.
The Corpse-eating Dog inside his body let out a low whimper.
"This is two powerhouses fighting."