Wei School's Three Good Students

Chapter 250 The Nameless Fool
On the Evil Moon, a lotus flower blooms on the earth. Each petal is a shockwave generated when the jet of an ultra-high-temperature neutron star collides with the ground. And each of these shockwaves, controlled by the lotus's consciousness, disperses in an orderly fashion, transforming into clouds that cover all areas of the Evil Moon's surface in the real universe, thus becoming the lotus flower.

For most intelligent life, the surface of the evil moon is infinite, meaning that it is difficult for one person to measure the space of the decaying garden, the palace of pleasure, the endless labyrinth, and the arena of slaughter.
When visitors arrive in Evil Moon, the scenes they encounter are always random; even if two people visit at the same time, they will be assigned to different locations due to the different times they visit, or even the different preferences of the owners of these areas.

However, now every particle ejected by the lotus is imbued with consciousness, endlessly filling every area; it has forcibly entered and marked every part of the surface of the evil moon with astronomical numbers.

This is similar to how, no matter how unconventional a human chess player's thinking is, a supercomputer can solve the problem using tens of millions of moves.

Within the Evil Moon, each maze area appears to have ever-changing scenery, but every particle of the clouds has the ability to observe.

If the Supreme Lord of the Evil Moon were to analyze the intentions behind the observation of each particle and allocate them accordingly, it would be like a 21st-century joke: someone uses an electric motor to spin prayer beads to accumulate merit, resulting in the absurd claim that Buddha has been subjected to a DoS attack.

And this is exactly what happened to Xie Yue, but it's no "comedy." Astronomical numbers of information particles were poured in, and the information about the corruption and decay of hundreds, even thousands, of civilized planets within Xie Yue was statistically recorded, archived, and simultaneously simulated by an astronomical system. Then, it was disassembled, and Xie Yue collapsed just like that.

…Return…

Xuan Chong walked on this land, letting the particle stream pass through his body. At this moment, Xuan Chong's body had begun to energize, and around his carbon-based body was a thousand-foot-long red flame. This red, high-temperature area expanded six kilometers from his center, which was the prototype of the Vermilion Bird.

Xuan Chong could feel that the red energy body's perception of him was far greater than that of his carbon-based body's perception of the outside world.

Carbon-based bodies can sense temperature, light and dark, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy information; but now, the "ionized bodies" around Xuan Chong can smell the "fragrance" of every star around them through starlight; for example, red giants are "sweet", white dwarfs are "bitter", and super blue giants are as "sour" as unripe oranges. Such perception is countless times more complex than that provided by carbon-based bodies.

After realizing that he was no longer in a physical body, Xuan Chong confirmed that he was about to "step down" and bid farewell to this world.

Xuan Chong sent a "farewell message" to the soldiers who were returning to their planet, and finally switched the mecha to automatic return mode so that it could return to Xiren Star, to Chiyou's fleet in the southern border.

…and peace finally rests in the world…

The Xiren Star, having completely exposed its nemesis, the extraterrestrial evil moon, has seen its celestial parameters return to normal. It no longer exhibits arbitrary changes, random flickering, or instances of malevolent activity appearing anywhere.

All living beings on all planets looked up and saw a moon appear, reflecting a bright light that turned night into day.

That night, the people of Da Yao saw that the evil moon above their heads emitted a white light that was different from usual.

The bloodthirsty brutes of the Heluo region, these murderers, looked up at the moon in bewilderment. Their initial rage subsided, and then, in a dizzying moment, they collapsed to the ground. Some starved to death on the spot, while a very few grabbed nearby frogs and insects and stuffed them into their mouths, ultimately surviving these difficult times.

In Linghua Manor, Zhenhao looked up at the moon in the sky. As his strength was drained, he collapsed onto the bed, weakened by excessive drinking and debauchery. The maids and boys, pierced with rings and chained to pillars, watched this licentious man meet his end.

In Yan, a lord looked up at the sky. His cough, which had been a sign of tuberculosis, was no longer "non-fatal." He coughed up blood and died. Meanwhile, on his estate, the serfs suffering from pulmonary angina felt their symptoms had disappeared, but the pangs of hunger brought them back to reality.

As for the immortal sects of Da Yao, they breathed a sigh of relief when they felt the immortal mountain beneath their feet stabilize.

The Qinghua Sect Master declared, "The great calamity is over." However, the immortals were filled with a sense of loss, for everyone had miscalculated who was destined for the calamity. And because they hadn't properly assisted the one destined for it, they had missed out on a great opportunity. —Endless malevolent energy, like rising sea levels engulfing islands, surged towards their mountains.

As for all living beings in the Xiren Realm, they felt that the feeling of a mountain pressing down on their hearts, which had once made them uneasy, had disappeared.

Those who cultivate immortality perceive this even more clearly.

…end…

Six months later, Wu Leng and his soldiers returned. Thousands of mouths recounted their experiences of the battle along the way, and there was never enough to say.

So much so that they would weep uncontrollably every time they spoke of Commander Xuan Chong sacrificing himself for the moon.

The following year, Wu Lu succeeded to the throne as Duke of Nanzhuo. All the feudal lords in the land, including the states of Zhao and Bo, sent envoys to attend the funeral and pay homage to the new ruler of Nanzhuo.

These feudal lords were not grieving over Wu Yuanchang's departure, but rather determined whether Wu Xiaoque was truly dead.

Of course, Zhao Cheng also returned in the same year. Upon learning that the Lord of Zhen had not returned, he felt as if he had lost a close friend. Although Zhao Cheng and Xuan Chong had only met a few times, Zhao Cheng felt at this moment that the two had been dealing with each other for a very long time; after all, they had been scheming against each other more than they had with their spouses.

Zhao Cheng's advisor suggested, "Why not take this opportunity to send troops to Zhen?"

Faced with yet another strategist in this life urging him to "gamble," Zhao Cheng chuckled to himself. He slightly altered his parting words from his previous life: "The world is now at peace, therefore I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor!" (This "enjoy" is not the same as "cook." Of course, in this context, "enjoy" means "to be at ease" or "to achieve one's goals.")

Meanwhile, within the Bo Kingdom, after confirming that Wu Yuanchang was dead, Wu Hengyu, this time-traveling overlord, dismissed those around him. Alone, he paced back and forth for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea before finally stopping. He found a step to sit on, raised his head, and asked Yu Li, who was beside him, to perform a dance, while he himself played a sword tune to mourn his deceased friend.

Meanwhile, in the new capital, Emperor Tongzheng was in mourning for his mother. However, during the mourning, he stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky.

Emperor Tongzheng looked at his throne and was puzzled: "Where does the Mandate of Heaven come from?"

Several months later, a minor palace coup occurred in the new capital, and the eastern capital was completely stabilized. The states of Zhen, Zhao, and Bo sent people to pay tribute.

In name, the world still belongs to Emperor Yao, but in reality, the feudal lords in various regions have already established their own territories.

…from beyond the heavens…

In space, after Xuan Chong condensed his energy, he faced summons from multiple forces. The first was an order from within the Xi Ren Realm, commanding Xuan Chong to go to the Milky Way to receive his investiture. The second was a summons from the bloodline of the Vermilion Bird, urging him to undergo a final trial on a red giant star. The third force came from the communication of the original immortal civilization of Chi You's army.

Before Xuan Chong could even process his indecisiveness, the system said, "The bell has rung, get out of class is about to end. But before you leave, I need to ask you a question: how did you feel about your experience in this class?"—Although the word "class" was used, the message accurately conveyed that "class" meant this world, that is, how Xuan Chong felt about his experience in this world.

After recalling the past, Xuan Chong realized it was all like a storybook he had already read—no love or hate, no life or death, and he, as the protagonist, had done everything he was supposed to do in his situation. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

After thinking for a long time, Xuan Chong replied, "Well, the world owes me nothing."

The history teacher accepted the answer, but noted "improving" on the teaching record that Xuan Chong couldn't see.

History teacher's comment: "When facing unknown dimensions, this student possesses a strong desire to participate in and contribute to the development of the world."

…Teachers, students, teaching aids…

When the "history teacher" system asked him to "give a grade after class," Xuan Chong remembered that he still had someone else on hand.

Xuan Chong looked at Xian Daoren, whose original carbon-based body had been digitized in the current of n-ary.

Xian Daoren looked at his intact body, then at the starry sky and heavens around him, and asked, "Where is this? Have you ascended?"

Xuan Chong looked at him and said, "Well, you could say that, ascension." Then he asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time. Xuan Chong: "You're actually a transmigrator, aren't you?"

Xian Daoren was slightly taken aback. After feeling Xuan Chong's gaze, he immediately realized something, and a cunning thought welled up in his mind.

Xian Daoren immediately said, "We're all time travelers, we're all from the same hometown."

Xuan Chong was taken aback, sensing that Xian Daoren's enthusiasm was somewhat unusual. However, since he was currently under the camera's surveillance, there was no need to worry about defenses, so he chatted with him freely.

Then, in his fourth sentence, Xian Daoren asked whether Xuan Chong now had a system.

Of course, this is also why Xuan Chong wants to know how Xian Daoren traveled here and whether it is related to his system.

Xuan Chong now understands that his system is a "classroom"; could he be an unlucky guy who gets kicked out of the classroom and made to stand as punishment, or expelled from another school (time-space system)?
But what happened next proved that the two people's time travels were completely unrelated.

Xian Daoren's eyes darted around: "Brother, you said you...you're in class? You have a teacher?"

After confirming that there was no system on the other end, Xuan Chong, adhering to the principle of "if I encounter a shipwrecked survivor on a deserted island at sea, I should try to help them," opened the system and asked, "I'm done with get out of class, so what are his plans?"

Note: Those who diligently work on their problems in class have no idea how Xian Daoren behaves outside of class. Although Xuan Chong glimpsed Xian Daoren's various petty antics, he was completely unaware of just how wicked he was. This is the simplicity of the students in Xuan Chong's "space-time zone." Their outward "narrow-mindedness" and malice towards others are all acquired through "acquired" contact. They are initially kind to those they just meet.

The history teacher thought for a moment, then replied, "Okay, I'll handle it."

Then the "history teacher" appeared in front of the two, and at that moment a large "well" appeared out of thin air next to them.

Looking at the deep, bottomless "well," Xian Daoren felt as if everything inside him had been exposed. Xuan Chong, on the other hand, felt as if his entire browser history from his past life had been unearthed—a natural pressure from a teacher to a student.

The "history teacher" said to Xian Daoren: "Welcome to our school. We have already entered your information into the supplementary exam program. Please enter your name before you traveled through time."

The Taoist priest was slightly taken aback.

This is a very distant memory. Because it hasn't been used for a long time, it's like the name of an inconspicuous classmate from elementary school—I've forgotten it.

Xian Daoren remained silent: "I seem to have forgotten."

He really couldn't remember two names! One minute it was this one, the next it was that one, and in the end they just used the nickname "Celestial Venerable" for him. Celestial Venerable said he really liked to show off.

System: "Sorry. The student record system cannot process the data."

Then, Xian Daoren paused slightly, and the wellhead expanded, reaching his feet. He looked flustered, and the system responded: "You cannot enroll. Your consciousness has been monitored. Your place of origin is Zi Chou, near dimension 343. We will send you to the local 'Space-Time Labor Dispatch Department'."

Soon, the space fell silent, leaving only Xuan Chong.

After pausing for three or four breaths, Xuan Chong felt a pang of anxiety: "Is forgetting your name that serious?"

The system solemnly states: "When you hand in your homework or take an exam, your first priority is to write your name on the paper and in your workbook. Forgetting to write your name means you will get zero points."

Xuan Chong's mind was buzzing.

Because in that reply, Xuan Chong inexplicably heard another voice: "In time travel, the greatest sin is forgetting yourself! That's tantamount to betraying yourself. He (Xian Daoren) is a complete idiot!"

...Ding-ding, ding-ding...

"A ringtone?" Xuan Chong: "Where did the ringtone come from?"

However, when Xuan Chong moved, he found himself sitting up in front of a desk.

On the desk, there he was, lying on, was his junior high school history textbook. Immediately following, came the sound of books hitting the desk from the teacher's desk, and then the teacher's crisp, forceful "get out of class dismissed."

As if a military order had been issued, the environment suddenly became noisy.

The students stood up together, and Xuan Chong himself stood up as well, and together they reflexively shouted, "Goodbye, teacher~", their drawn-out voices were full of perfunctory attitude towards the teacher and the relaxed feeling of get out of class ending.

The history teacher walked out the door, but then stopped at the doorway, turned around and said loudly to all the students, "The homework is the test paper that was handed out before class. Remember, don't forget to write your name."

"Goodbye, Teacher Ren!" The class representative led the way in seeing the teacher off.

Xuan Chong paused slightly, as if he had heard something, and watched his teacher's retreating figure. Then, when Xuan Chong tried to recall the teacher's name, he realized his thoughts were a bit jumbled. He only remembered that the history teacher's name was Teacher Ren.

Wait a minute, I'm a student, and I was just sleeping in class. How come I feel like my teacher just gave me some guidance in my dream? (My memory has been reset; I'm treating this time travel as a dream during class.)

Then, Xuan Chong frantically flipped through his books. Page after page of his own crooked class notes were written below the illustration on the page about the Western Zhou enfeoffment system.

"Blood rewards, in the cycle of order and chaos, each surge is the result of the oppressed lower class's growing dissatisfaction with their own class, a restless yearning for change." This sentence was something that left a deep impression on me just before I woke up from a dream, something I can't forget.

Immediately afterward, Xuan Chong flipped to the book cover, where his name was scrawled crookedly: "Xuan Chong." The story of the Xiren Realm that he had dreamt about while sleeping in class quickly faded.

Xuan Chong: Yes, my name is Xuan Chong, and that's indeed what I remember from my textbooks. But~
Xuan Chong looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar fluorescent light on the ceiling, and at the portraits and descriptions of "Newton," "Einstein," "Confucius," and "Sima Qian" hanging on the walls on both sides, feeling somewhat confused.

Because, before transmigrating, I remembered that I was already an adult; shouldn't I be "reborn" in school now? Moreover, this class doesn't seem to be what I looked like when I was sixteen or seventeen before I transmigrated, even though I am extremely familiar with it.

With a thud, something suddenly fell out of the desk drawer. Xuan Chong instinctively caught it and found it was a poorly printed book. Oh, judging from the exaggerated cover, it must be a novel. The novel was called "The Fierce Soldier." Opening the first page, the prologue read: "Wu Fei, a young man from a military family, took up arms in a chaotic world. Unknowingly, he became a general."

Xuan Chong was slightly stunned, then felt something hard in the book, and after squeezing it, he found it was a library card.

Then, recalling it, I realized I borrowed the novel from the school library. And yes, I remembered there were a few martial arts novels in there too.

Next, he thought of his father, a mid-level section chief who liked to speculate on stocks after get off work. His mother was a metrologist at a cigarette factory. She was very strict with him and often used examples like "a colleague's child, how many points did they get on the IELTS, how many places did they rank in the province?" to motivate him.

Everything was perfectly clear and understandable, but "I am in this world"?
Soon, the memories of being a general became distant and hazy, and the knowledge of calculation and statistics was quickly forgotten. Looking at the homework problems that were once simple but are now quite troublesome, he realized that he was a junior high school student.

The "kings and generals" I just dreamed about don't count.

(End of this chapter)