I am weak and friendly

Chapter 435 A Dream I Dare Not Dream

Silas used the Greenbelt Stealth spell again, hiding in the greenbelt and moving forward with the waves of the greenbelt.

But a black rock blocked her way.

In the narrow green belt, a huge rock blocked all directions of money, which could be considered a narrow encounter.

Therefore, the stealth technique of moving forward through the green belt is temporarily suspended.

The massive black rock stood silent and motionless, drawing the attention of passing students.

Strange, when did a human-shaped sculpture appear here?
Silas, however, knew that this was not a rock.

This is a savage spirit in a state of contraction and self-suppression.

To Silas's shock, even though the other person was standing right in front of him, he still couldn't scan their name.

This kind of blocking is only enabled by the system in very few cases. In most cases, even ordinary users can see the name of terrorism when they are directly exposed to it.

This is the underlying logic of the system.

In the "Survival Guide for the Weak," everyone, regardless of strength, is a weakling.

No one can survive without their health bar showing.

There is only one situation where you cannot see the other person's name.

The other party made their stance crystal clear: I'm the administrator, my privileges are higher than yours.

Therefore, she doesn't need to scan the other person's ID to know who they are.

Van Lag.

The cleanup crew member whose food was snatched from the mouth of the "Gourmet" Orlean-56.

At that moment, Silas felt a surge of anger, wishing he could kill this lowly cleanup crew member immediately.

However, this woman is one of the few members of the clearance team who can put pressure on the terrorists, and she is far from being at her best right now.

After all, the Vanrag family is the sharpest knife and the heaviest club.

Although their intellectual disability is their greatest weakness, it ceases to be a weakness when they are commanded by a mysterious staff-bearer.

“Get out of here, you idiot!” Silas said.

Vanlag remained silent, blocking her path without moving.

She wanted to fight, but she couldn't, and she couldn't fight. All she could do was roar in her heart: "Aurean, you idiot! You can't even handle your own food! You've made me look so pathetic!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Silas rewound time and chose a new route to follow Tang Yiping.

Strictly speaking, it's another green belt across the road.

After all, there's only one path Tang Yiping is taking.

But in the same spot, she was once again blocked by a large rock in the green belt.

Fine, I'll avoid it, okay?

This time, Silas chose a different green belt and decided to take a roundabout approach to track them.

But stones reappeared in the green belt.

I tried dozens of different solutions, and each time I failed.

Even Silas felt a bit tired.

It seems there's no hope. Although the Vanrag race is notorious for its "low intelligence," they do possess multidimensional thinking abilities.

It's the same level of cognition that I can currently utilize.

I outwitted and outmaneuvered someone with intellectual disabilities to a standstill.

Silas felt extremely frustrated.

Although Van Lager said nothing, his will was made very clear.

No, Silas felt that these beings with "low intelligence" might not necessarily have any free will, after all, they were just mentally challenged individuals with limited multidimensional cognition.

What free will can multidimensional thinking possibly have? It's just a dull tool!

In other words, the will of the person holding the staff has been expressed very clearly.

This road is blocked.

Is it because I haven't solved the mystery of the staff bearer yet?
So, is the mystery still in that house?
The battle of wits and courage at the level of terrorism is somewhat like a confrontation between respectable people.

If you want to investigate someone, you can't start by breaking off relations.

You can transfer him to another location and assign him other tasks, or even give him a lot of work so that he can't interfere with your investigation. But your investigation can't be underhanded or resort to any means necessary.

Everyone must follow the rules.

In human society, this is called procedural justice.

In the "Survival Guide for the Weak," this is called a system process.

Actually, it's not that you can't overturn the table and break the rules, but...

The other party is a wielder with system privileges.

The investigation is about individuals breaking the rules to seek personal gain.

Silas really wouldn't dare to do that.

There's no other way; we must first unravel the mystery of the staff-bearer before we can move on to the next step...

At least, that's what Silas thinks.

……

In the old staff dormitory, on the narrow and dark second floor, time seemed to stand still once again.

From the moment that strange girl left, Master Ming's wife sat on the sofa.

She seemed completely drained of energy, huddled in a dark corner of the living room.

Du Qiming sat silently at the other end of the sofa, his hands gripping his cane, unconsciously stroking it.

He wanted to offer some advice, but he didn't know how.

My daughter has been gone for almost forty years, but it seems that only this afternoon, the people living in this house are not two wandering ghosts, but real living people.

They didn't know why, but that girl had that kind of magic.

She is like a blank sheet of paper, or a collection of countless thoughts.

In her, one always seems to see something that has been lost.

Hearing some voices that have passed away.

Her arrival filled the void in this house that had been missing for 40 years.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

Master Ming's wife, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, suddenly looked up.

The nanny came out of the side bedroom to open the door.

"I'll go drive it! I'll go drive it!" Du Qiming threw away his white cane and strode out.

"Oh, girl, you're back!" Du Qiming could tell from the breathing of the person outside the door without them even having to speak.

The little girl's breathing sounded exactly the same as it had all those years ago when she fell asleep in his arms.

Master Ming's wife was a step too late and missed opening the door, so she slapped her old man hard on the back.

You're so fast!
They're trying to take this from me!
"I want to eat something," the girl said.

"Okay, okay, I'll cook right away. What would you like to eat?"

"Those from last time." "Okay, okay, okay!"

The master's wife was overjoyed.

"I'll do it right away!"

Of course, Silas still came up empty-handed, so she moved closer to Du Qiming and his wife to observe them.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Silas asked.

These two NPCs aren't very helpful; they're not proactive at all.

"Say...what?" Master Ming's wife didn't know what to say. This girl was so strange. She was afraid that she had said something wrong, so she turned around and left.

Yes, this NPC needs to activate clues before they will provide information, right?

Silas pointed casually: "Say that."

Memories flooded the room like a tidal wave.

Some of the master's wives felt they had forgotten.

One spoke and the other listened, and it continued until evening.

The sun hadn't set yet, but the crescent moon had already risen.

The crescent moon outside the window was like a cradle, rocking Master Ming's wife into a dream she dared not dream.

That day, Master Ming's wife's voice became hoarse from talking, so she cooked her best pear soup to soothe her throat and relieve her cough.

On this day, the elderly Du Qiming walked eight streets and bought seven or eight kinds of dishes that his daughter used to love. He couldn't stop smiling as he walked.

On this day, a strange girl moved into Du Qiming and his wife's home.

They've settled down and won't leave.

On this day, time, which had stood still for forty years, began to move forward again.

Some things that had disappeared seem to have resurfaced.

On this day, Du Qiming chased after Xu Songnian and asked him a hundred questions about Tang Yiping.

Xu Songnian was left with a series of "???" questions.

Faced with Xu Songnian's doubts, what should Du Qiming say? There's a girl living in his house who's particularly interested in Xiao Tang and keeps asking about everything about him.

We have no choice but to resort to the ultimate measure.

Kaiwu: Transfer 10000 yuan.

The long night remains dark: ? ? ?
Kaiwu: "Treat Xiao Tang to a meal to thank him."

Long Night Undawn: "Ten thousand yuan for a meal? Besides, why would you, an old man, have to pay for his meal?"

I don't have any money, right?
Kaiwu: "I didn't say I was only treating him to one meal... Take good care of him, and let me know if he needs anything. Hmm, also find out more about him."

Xu Songnian: "???"

I feel like my teacher is getting weirder and weirder.

While it's normal to be grateful to Hirako, this is just too much...

Ten thousand yuan—even for a half-grown boy like Pingzi who's eaten his father out of house and home, that's enough to live on for half a year just on food.

Six months' living expenses are covered?
Hmm, would you call this being kept as a sugar daddy/sugar baby?

Kaiwu: "This is for this month; I'll give it to you next month."

???

!!!

Ten thousand yuan a month for food expenses? Are you treating Tang like a pig?!
Xu Songnian could already picture Tang's rapid weight gain in his mind.

Kaiwu: "Also, I'm giving you a task: invite Xiao Tang over for a meal sometime."

I can't imagine how happy the girl would be if her son, Xiao Tang, came to our house for dinner.

Thank you, Tang! May you enjoy good health, live a long and healthy life, have everything go smoothly, and live a long and healthy life!
Du Qiming is now willing to give all of humanity's praise to Tang Yiping.

After giving Xu Songnian his instructions, Du Qiming put down his phone, tilted his ear, and listened to the conversation between his teacher's wife and the little girl, a warm smile appearing on his face.

If only I weren't blind, I could see her.

I really want to see her again.

For some reason, she seems to be looking more and more like the daughter I remember...

It's as if everything remaining in this room is being awakened, coalescing, and reborn.

In this little girl.

Du Qiming knew this was not scientific.

They even felt that this was wrong.

but……

What does it matter if it's right or wrong?
Sometimes, disasters can also bring light to people's lives.

Yes, even if it's a "little boy".

For this family, the unexpected intruder was the "messenger" who brought light.

Even if she is a terrorist.

Even though she is [Echo] Silas-19.

……

In his dormitory, Tang Yiping was still battling through "Mathematical Analysis III".

With only one hour left, the deadline for finishing his homework loomed, and he still hadn't completed it.

Or, let the special task force take care of the math analysis teacher!
Didn't they say they were willing to do anything for me?
Tang Yiping's evil intentions were born.

For a moment, Tang Yiping was distracted; he was actually losing his focus.

It's so hard, it makes me want to cry.

Coming to his senses, Tang Yiping looked down at the "Mathematical Analysis III" in front of him.

Suddenly, I felt a strange sense of familiarity with this chapter.

I inexplicably had the feeling that I had heard it many times before.

Moreover, it happened many, many times.

Even the faintest parts were understandable.

How many times had he heard it? Van Lager had probably told it to himself three or four times.

I understood it after only three or four tries? Am I really that smart?
Oh no, is this bad? Am I starting to grow a brain?
Tang Yiping wanted to ask Van Lager a question, but found him sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.

A complete mess.

They're the kind of people you can't even lift up.

Why is this guy so tired? He's only said it three or four times, right?

Why do you look so tired, like you've said it a million times?

Weak chicken!

Compared to them, I'm really amazing!
A notification flashed before Tang Yiping's eyes:

—Having been immersed in this knowledge so many times, you have sensed the aftershocks of a "multi-dimensional" level of cognition.
What? Van Lagerle told me about it three or four times, and I actually sensed the aftershocks of multidimensional cognition?
Could it be that I'm about to become smarter, and I'm really about to develop a brain?

Tang Yiping felt that he was a genius!
(End of this chapter)