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Chapter 6: The Absolute Strongest Teaches You Pure Love—

Jiang He was exhausted from using his Word of Power talent continuously.

Wei Sheng told him to rest there, and then left the office to help him with the transfer procedures.

After Wei Sheng left, the white crane passed through the wall and came back in.

"Your performance just now was so embarrassing."

"That's Principal Zhong, a top-tier A-level superhuman, the idol of all the teachers and students in the school!!"

Jiang He was thrilled; being able to change his class to [Burning Sun] made him even happier than becoming an S-rank [Saint Speaker].

"By the way, why didn't you give me any advice just now?"

"Judging from your expression, do you need my advice?"

The white crane was somewhat amusing.

My younger self was utterly naive.

Jiang He felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, there's something I want to ask you." He paused, a little nervously, "My future wife is..."

Jiang He had actually wanted to ask yesterday, but considering Bai He's feelings, he suppressed his curiosity.

I saw that the white cranes seemed to be in a good mood today, and the atmosphere was nice, so I took the opportunity to ask them.

Upon hearing this question, the white crane lowered its eyes again.

"do not know."

"You don't know?" Jiang He asked in surprise.

"What, what kind of answer are you expecting?"

Bai He sneered: "I'll tell you who your future wife is, and incidentally, tell you her likes and dislikes and thoughts, to help you meet her and get to know her... I wish you a bright future?"

Jiang He said awkwardly, "But didn't you want to witness 'my' happiness?"

"Happiness is something you earn, not something I give you." The white crane's expression was cold. "Trying to gain her favor and trust through such 'cheating' methods of foresight... will only tarnish her feelings."

Do you think this kind of false happiness is what you want?

Jiang He fell silent for a moment.

He hadn't expected Baihe to be so disgusted by this matter.

However, what Baihe said doesn't seem to be wrong.

If he knew about his future wife beforehand, understood her personality, and successfully won her heart using this "strategy"...

Is this utilitarian behavior really called "love"?

Seeing that Jiang He seemed to have understood, Bai He's expression softened slightly.

"I will give you my abilities, my knowledge, and everything else, but I will not give you my feelings, much less interfere with your feelings."

"You have your own story, your own future."

These words deeply moved Jiang He, and he completely understood Bai He's thoughts.

This is the ultimate warrior of pure love, who will absolutely not allow his relationship with his wife to be tainted in the slightest.

Bai He continued.

"However, I can give you a hint."

You will meet "her" very soon.

Bai He's words didn't reveal much information, but instead aroused Jiang He's anticipation.

Will I soon meet my future wife?
How long is "soon"? A day? A week? A month?

Or perhaps... in the next second?
As Jiang He was thinking, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. He immediately turned around and looked, full of anticipation.

The next moment, the office door was pushed open, and Wei Sheng walked in with a smile on his face.

"Jiang He, the formalities are all done. Let me take you back to your classroom to get your things... Wait, why are you so pale? Haven't you had enough rest?"

Jiang He shook his head repeatedly.

No no no, absolutely impossible!
I'm not from Jincheng, so my future wife should at least be a woman!
……

Wei Sheng led Jiang He back to the classroom to retrieve his personal belongings left at his seat.

Extraordinary colleges have heavy workloads, especially for seniors. Even on Saturdays, classes are still scheduled, and students are always at school.

It was during recess, and the school building was incredibly noisy.

As the two approached the classroom, they heard laughter and chatter coming from inside.

"Why didn't Jiang He come to school today?" "Wasn't he supposed to awaken his talent yesterday? I was curious about what talent he awakened."

"That good-for-nothing, even if he awakens it, it'll probably just be some completely useless trash talent like a pencil or eraser!"

"Don't say anything more. He doesn't even dare to come to school anymore. Maybe he doesn't even have any awakened talent."

"He's incredibly awesome, he'll be recorded in history! Hahahaha!"

The classroom erupted in laughter, filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Hearing the familiar laughter, Jiang He stopped in his tracks and habitually lowered his head.

This is a self-protection mechanism that has been formed over a long period of time.

However, this time, he failed—

A voice echoed in my mind.

"Raise your head"

This wasn't the power of words, yet it still attracted his attention.

He looked up, saw the white crane in front of him, and smiled.

"You are currently an S-class talent, destined to become a super S-class powerhouse..."

"You will stand tall in the heavens in the future."

"Don't bow your head."

"..."

To be honest, Jiang He didn't feel much about Bai He's words.

He had never experienced any power; his life had been nothing but darkness and oppression. Even his intense longing for a bright future remained merely a fantasy from the bottom of a well. What good would it do to not bow his head? What good would it do to raise it?

These classmates only teased and mocked him; under the supervision of the school and teachers, they never caused Jiang He any physical harm.

Even if Jiang He rushed in and vented his anger on them, or even beat them up in anger, it would still look like a petty person throwing a tantrum after getting his way.

Even if they changed their attitude and fawned over Jiang He after learning that he possessed an S-level talent, it still couldn't heal the wounds in his heart.

Thinking about all this, he even found it difficult to take a step.

Baihe looked at the bewildered boy in front of her.

Just like... no, this is the clumsy and cowardly self of the past.

He sighed softly and took a step forward.

Her spirit, as a heroic spirit, overlapped with Jiang He's body.

"Give me your body."

The heroic spirits summoned by the 【Time Transfer】 talent are truly from the future timeline and possess power.

Besides helping Jiang He fight, he can also borrow Jiang He's body when permitted.

That is, [possessed by a heroic spirit].

At this moment, Jiang He relinquished control of his body.

The exchange of consciousness was extremely fast, and not much time had passed.

Wei Sheng, standing nearby, began to frown: "These guys..."

As a teacher, he knew roughly what was happening in the class and that Jiang He was being ostracized, isolated, and ridiculed, but he couldn't intervene too much.

This is a conflict between children. Even if he can control the class and not allow any violence to occur, he can't control everyone's mouth all the time, can he?
But normally it's fine...

Now Jiang He has awakened an S-level talent and is hearing these taunts right in front of him.

Wei Sheng could no longer turn a blind eye.

He frowned, preparing to walk into the classroom and begin his angry rebuke.

Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him from moving.

He turned his head and saw the black-haired boy walk past him with a calm expression.

Wei Sheng was taken aback.

This is... Jiang He?
His face remained unchanged, and he showed little expression.

But he seemed to see another person... as if he saw someone with a similar temperament to the principal.

That unique composure.

While Wei Sheng was still in a daze, Jiang He had already pushed open the door and entered.

The students, especially several boys, turned around and their eyes lit up when they saw Jiang He.

"Hey, look who's here!" "Wow, Jiang He!"

"Jiang He, Jiang He, what talent have you awakened?"

"Could it be true, like they said, that he failed to awaken his talent?"

Amidst the students' laughter, Jiang He walked onto the podium, feeling a mix of emotions.

One reason is embarrassment, a desperate desire to leave immediately.

The other is indifference.

Sixty years later, these blurred faces could not even stir up any emotion in him.

He only felt—

"Noisy"

A calm yet extraordinary sound rang out, not loud, but it filled the classroom and even the entire teaching building.

Everyone who heard these words, whether student or teacher, felt a deep sense of guilt, as if they had disturbed the king's slumber.

They involuntarily shut their mouths and stopped all their movements.

The teaching building, which was noisy during recess, suddenly fell silent, and everyone froze in place.

Jiang He glanced at the students below, noticing their expressions of astonishment, shock, fear, and disbelief, and frowned slightly.

He said.

"ugly"

Upon hearing his dignified words, the students were overcome with shame.

Yes.

They resent those geniuses with exceptional talent, are jealous of their powerful abilities, and believe that geniuses are merely lucky ones.

At the same time, they mock those who are less talented than themselves, directing all their malice at others as if it would elevate themselves.

How despicable it is to fawn over superiors and bully inferiors.

They realized the truth, they were in pain, they wept.

They, however, could not obtain the king's pardon.

Because the king did not punish them, but merely stated his evaluation of them.

They were desperate, they were in pain, they punished themselves.

Suddenly, the classroom was filled with the sound of slapping. The students were slapping themselves hard in the face, hoping to alleviate their guilt in this way.

The more outrageous a student is in the past, the heavier their sense of guilt will be at this time, and the harder they will be beaten.

The king paid no attention to their actions and walked straight down from the stage to his seat.

He gently tapped the table, and the books and other items automatically jumped out, lightly leaping into the open backpack, trying to reduce their weight and lighten the burden on their owner.

Finally, Jiang He picked up his backpack and walked out of the classroom.

"Let's go, Teacher Wei."

Wei Sheng felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the unfamiliar young man in front of him.

Is this the power belonging to an S-class talent?

(End of this chapter)