207: Chapter 207 Chief Xie, what's wrong?

Two seconds later, in the real world, the combat pod door opened.

As soon as Jiang You stepped out of the pod, before he could even take a breath of fresh air, he was stunned by the incredibly bizarre atmosphere in the lounge.

He blinked and looked around.

The usually lively Pool 1 lounge was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The elites from other classes were staring at him as if he were an alien, their eyes filled with shock, fear, and an indescribable sense of... offering condolences?

And what about his dear F Class family?

Jiang You looked toward the F Class area and was instantly shocked.

Xiang Batian was standing with his back to him; this muscular man was pressed against the glass window, as if studying the structure of the clouds outside.

Hao Yun was squatting on the ground, frantically tying a shoelace that had already been knotted into a dead knot.

Ye Li and Junior Zhong Wu were nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on with these guys? Are they all possessed?"

Jiang You walked forward, completely confused. After taking only two steps, he saw the area beneath the massive display screen in the center of the lounge.

Lu Xingye was still maintaining that extremely abstract pose, one hand held out as if embracing empty air. He was as still as a statue, wearing a desolate yet affectionate smile directed at the void.

Jiang You: "???"

Qiu Yunan, who had just come out of the pod next door: "???"

Jiang You silently stepped back three paces, right next to Gou Fugui, who was still in a state of shock and hadn't recovered yet.

"Fugui, is Old Lu... practicing some new kind of peerless martial art?"

Jiang You pointed at Lu Xingye and asked in a low voice.

Gou Fugui's hand trembled; he silently turned off his camera and adjusted his glasses, his tone as heavy as if he were attending a funeral: "No, Brother Jiang. He is proving with his life... that the lower limit of our F Class is actually unfathomable."

At this moment, Lu Xingye was still maintaining that affectionate "embracing the void" pose.

Because he was exerting too much force, his cool black trench coat even outlined the contours of his muscles. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes looked as melancholic as if he had just finished filming a dramatic scene of a tragic parting.

"Senior, this pose looks a bit familiar..."

Jiang You swallowed, whispering to Qiu Yunan with a tone of disbelief.

Qiu Yunan clenched her fists, a tiny purple electric arc crackling from her fingertips. Her voice trembled as if squeezed through her teeth: "Don't ask me; my mental state right now... is also very unstable."

She wanted to kill someone.

No, she wanted to destroy herself.

The romantic atmosphere on top of the skyscraper just now, after that gentle, jade-like waist-hug, should have been the stirring of her young girl's heart.

But now, looking at the "replica" Lu Xingye beneath the big screen, Qiu Yunan only felt that it wasn't romance; it was a precise, targeted demolition of her character.

Meanwhile, in the area on the other side of the lounge.

Xie Fuyao was elegantly holding a disposable paper cup, originally intending to use the act of drinking tea to hide his inner shock.

After all, Jiang You's "Absorb Everything" spirit skill had indeed made him feel pressured.

But after the subsequent inexplicable series of events involving Lu Xingye, his mind, which had been as calm as an ancient well, completely collapsed.

"Heh... hehe..."

Xie Fuyao lowered his head, a string of meaningless laughter bubbling up from his throat.

The laughter grew louder, eventually carrying a hint of madness and self-abandonment.

"Chief Xie, what's wrong with you?" a member of Class A nearby asked nervously.

"What's wrong with me?"

Xie Fuyao suddenly raised his head. His face, originally as gentle as jade and full of "noble family grace," was now slightly twisted, his eyes revealing an absurd sense of having seen through the vanity of the world.

He looked at Jiang You, Lu Xingye, Xiang Batian, Hao Yun... even Gou Fugui, who had secretly opened his camera to take photos again, and a transparent person wearing camouflage...

Why the hell is there someone wearing camouflage?

Is this still the human world?

If this world were a novel, the author would probably be smiling with relief by this point...

An unprecedented sense of absurdity flooded his Brain.

He suddenly realized that his twenty years of tireless cultivation, countless life-and-death trials, and that elegance of walking on thin ice had been utterly defeated in front of this group of lunatics.

It wasn't a loss in combat power; it was a loss in dimension!

"Damn it!!!"

Xie Fuyao finally couldn't hold it together anymore. He let out a curse and slammed the paper cup he had barely sipped from onto the table!

"Bang!"

The tea in the paper cup splashed all over him, but he didn't even notice.

"What the hell kind of things am I competing for first place with?"

Xie Fuyao pointed at the freaks of F Class and roared at his companions behind him, his voice even carrying a hint of a sob:

"Are we participating in a camping trip? Why are they wearing camouflage?"

"I lost... I really lost."

Xie Fuyao slumped onto the sofa, covering his face with both hands, his shoulders heaving violently:

"I used to think that Principal Pang separated them into a single class because of favoritism, or to launch some 'Sharp Knife' project."

"Only now do I realize... Principal Pang is doing a great deed!"

"He was protecting the other normal people in our school! He built a quarantine zone for the entire school!"

Xie Fuyao raised his head, his eyes hollow:

"Principal Pang is truly wasted as a principal here... With his coordination skills to keep this group of lunatics together without blowing up the school, if he went to be the director of the Shanghai Mental Health Center, the mental health of all mankind would be guaranteed!"

And in the background of Xie Fuyao's mental breakdown.

Lu Xingye finally slowly withdrew his pose.

He turned his head and looked at the blushing Qiu Yunan and the disgusted-looking Jiang You. Not only was he not shy at all, but he also calmly fixed his hairstyle.

He looked at Jiang You and said in the tone of a world-weary male protagonist:

"Jiang You, you don't need to explain. Although it was you who hugged the senior in that illusory world just now, in the real world, I have already achieved a soul resonance with her at that moment."

Jiang You: "..."

Qiu Yunan: "..."

"Boom!!!"

A clap of thunder that shook the sky exploded in the hall.

Qiu Yunan finally snapped. The spiritual power around her body almost turned into a tangible lightning dragon:

"Lu! Xing! Ye! If you don't shut up right now! I will electrocute you until not even your ashes remain!!"

Jiang You silently moved to Gou Fugui's side and whispered: "Fugui, for that photo you just took, I think the starting price needs to be doubled."

Gou Fugui nodded deeply in agreement, adjusting his glasses, his fingertips unable to stop tapping the camera shutter:

"That's only natural. When the College Entrance Examination season comes next year, I'll take this photo and sell it to other martial arts academies. It will probably fetch a sky-high price."

Jiang You's eye twitched as he listened. He couldn't help but pat Gou Fugui on the shoulder and sighed: "Fugui, I used to think you just wanted to make a little pocket money, but now I realize my perspective was too small. You're planning to single-handedly drag our school's admission cutoff score down by fifty points."

"Likewise, Brother Jiang."

Gou Fugui adjusted the focus while smiling professionally, "If it weren't for that magnificent waist-hug you did on the screen, Old Lu wouldn't have been able to produce such high-quality resonance."

"Half of this credit belongs to me, and half belongs to you."

Jiang You rubbed his chin, thought for three seconds, and held up two fingers with a serious face: "I want thirty percent."

Just as their "dirty deal" was quietly concluded, Xie Fuyao, who had still been "laughing in a breakdown," finally recovered from the extreme absurdity.

He mustered all his conviction, forced himself to calm down, and slowly walked up to the two of them.