212: Chapter 212 Spiritual Totem: Everyone Learns from Qin Feng!

College student military training camp.

Zhao Hu, Li Lang, and Liu Wei were packing their luggage; they would be returning to school in a few days.

In the dormitory, someone had posted a poster of Qin Feng—it was the same portrait from his memorial service.

"Sigh, Brother Feng, you're a big celebrity now." Zhao Hu looked at the poster and sighed, "It's just that the price paid was too high."

Li Lang was stuffing things into his suitcase. Upon hearing this, he paused, his eyes turning a bit red.

"Damn it, now whenever I close my eyes, I still see the scene from that memorial service."

"You know, beneath that black coffin, covered by the national flag, how majestic... yet how heartbreaking."

"Alright, stop talking." Liu Wei patted his shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Brother Feng is a hero; we can't bring shame upon him."

"From now on at school, if anyone dares to say a bad word about Brother Feng, I'll be the first to punch him."

"Who would dare?" Zhao Hu scoffed and pointed to the campus forum on his phone.

"Right now, if anyone dares to say even half a 'no' about Brother Feng, the spit alone could drown them."

"Look at these bastards. Before, when Brother Feng was around, they were all sarcastic and snide. Now, they're kissing up more enthusiastically than anyone."

On the forum, a pinned post with a highlighted tag had an exceptionally eye-catching title.

[Blood Letter! Requesting the school to set aside a separate dormitory for Qin Feng, keep the dorm number permanently, and establish it as a patriotic education base!]

There were already tens of thousands of comments below.

"Agreed! This is the hero's sleeping quarters; mortals are not permitted to stay here!"

"Everything inside can only be owned by Brother Feng; we commoners are unworthy of touching it!"

"I suggest moving the bed Brother Feng slept on in the military training camp to Qingteng University, enclosing it in a glass case, and playing his heroic deeds on a loop nearby!"

The three of them looked at each other, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"Fuck, are these people crazy?" Li Lang couldn't help but curse.

"That bed frame—Brother Feng was grinding his teeth, farting, and snoring on it every day, and they want to make it an education base?"

"The most ridiculous part is this." Liu Wei handed over his phone.

On the screen was the school's newly released "Draft Proposal on Adjustments to Graduation Rules for the New Semester."

"What the fuck? A six-month internship? And we have to go on military missions to get our degree?" Zhao Hu's eyes nearly popped out, "Is this college or a second enlistment?"

"Tell me about it." Li Lang looked bitter.

"It's going to be hard to just get a diploma from now on."

"If Brother Feng were here, wouldn't these missions be a piece of cake for him? He might have even taken us along to soar."

This one sentence stirred up the trio's sorrow once again.

They looked at the poster; in the photo, Qin Feng had a faint smile on his lips, as if saying: "Stupid, right? I overdid it."

Meanwhile, in another corner of the campus forum.

Wei Kai and Shi Lei were facing the screen, their faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Damn it! Is it ever going to end!" Wei Kai slammed his fist onto the table, making the mouse jump.

On the computer screen, every pop-up window and every trending search couldn't avoid the two words: "Qin Feng."

#Everyone Learns from Qin Feng#

#First Lesson of the Semester: Hero Qin Feng#

#Qingteng University Launches Qin Feng Martyr Memorial Meal#

"Memorial meal? Fucking hell, why don't they sell Qin Feng-brand urns!" Shi Lei was shaking with rage.

They never dreamed that after Qin Feng died, not only did they not get any peace, but he actually became even more ubiquitous.

He was like a lingering ghost, crawling out from every corner of the school and every crevice of the internet, repeatedly flogging his corpse.

What drove them craziest was that they still had to hold their noses and join everyone else in singing his praises.

The Counselor had already issued a notice: after the semester starts, every class must hold a "Learning from the Spirit of Qin Feng" themed class meeting, and everyone must speak on stage.

Wei Kai could already imagine how disgusting it would be to stand on the podium, facing Qin Feng's portrait, and emotionally recite, "He charged against the artillery fire."

"I'd rather go shovel shit than recite that crap!" Shi Lei gritted his teeth.

"Just wait," Wei Kai said, his eyes cold and dark, "The higher they lift him up, the harder he'll fall."

"I don't believe he's actually that clean; there must be some dirt I can dig up!"

...

Girls' dormitory.

Shen Youchu sat alone at her desk, with a brand-new notebook spread out in front of her.

On the title page of the notebook were a few words written in her elegant handwriting—"Reflections on Learning from Classmate Qin Feng."

Every single character seemed to have been written with all her might.

Her small face was pale, and her eyes looked vacantly out the window.

Her inner demon was dead.

She had thought she would welcome a new beginning, that she would go back to being that aloof, ethereal "Fairy Sister."

But she was wrong.

The inner demon had died, but it had transformed into a "saint."

Now, this "saint" was everywhere.

On the Canteen's television, his "deeds" were playing on a loop.

On the campus broadcast, songs commemorating him were playing on repeat.

Even her favorite literature club's latest official account post was titled: "A Brief Analysis of the Sublimity of Qin Feng's Spirit from a Literary Perspective."

She felt like she was suffocating.

The Qin Feng who used to be a sycophant, someone she could summon at will and dismiss at will, the man who even caused her to develop an inner demon—

Now, she had to learn from him, praise him, and hold him up as the gold standard.

This was even more agonizing for her than when he was alive.

The Counselor had called her in advance for a talk, their tone gentle but carrying an unquestionable implication.

"Youchu, you are a student representative, and I hear you were also... a friend of classmate Qin Feng."

"For this 'Learning from Qin Feng' event, the school hopes you can lead by example."

"At the opening ceremony, the speech for the student representative will be given by you."

"The speech should be written with genuine emotion."

Genuine emotion?

Shen Youchu picked up her pen, her fingertips icy cold.

What flashed through her mind was not the hero who "sacrificed his life for his country," but the pathetic sycophant who had groveled at her feet for two years!

The tip of her pen touched the paper, and she wrote the first line.

"I first met classmate Qin Feng in high school, and the impression he gave me was..."

What was it?

Shen Youchu's pen stopped.

She couldn't continue writing.

That image of a "saint" and the face in her memory could not overlap no matter what.

She felt that she had fallen into an even larger abyss constructed of lies.

That man was dead, yet he had trapped her firmly in another, even more terrifying way.

She couldn't escape.

Outside the window, the morning sun dyed the sky a bloody red.

In the Dragon Kingdom, on this vast land, a vigorous deification movement was just beginning.

Countless young people had their blood ignited by a spiritual symbol named "Qin Feng."

They were about to step into a brand-new university era oriented toward preparing for war.

And at this moment.

On the Gobi Desert, less than fifty kilometers from the Dragon Kingdom's border.

Qin Feng was yawning, watching the pale white light of dawn appear on the horizon.

"A little more effort, and I'll be able to go back soon."

"I wonder if the food in the Seventh Company has improved yet; I hope Old Wang's cooking skills haven't regressed."

Qin Feng licked his dry lips, calculating in his mind how he should reward himself after returning.

As for the fact that he had already become a "spiritual totem," he was completely unaware.