I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Li Qingyang's hand, which was holding the pen, froze in mid-air.

He slowly raised his head, looking incredulously at the little girl in the red dress opposite him.

She remained expressionless, simply watching him quietly, as if the perfectly pronounced Chinese sentence she had just spoken hadn't come from her mouth at all.

"...You just called me what?" Li Qingyang's voice was a little dry.

The little girl in the red dress blinked, then spoke again, her words clear and her tone gentle.

"Me, you, him."

"Heaven, Earth, Man".

As she spoke, she stretched out her fair little hand and pointed accurately to the corresponding Chinese characters in the textbook on the table, finally pointing to the black-haired boy opposite her.

"Li, Qing, Yang".

"..."

Li Qingyang was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the textbooks on the table, then at the little ghost girl opposite him, his mind a complete blank, as if he had been hit head-on by a full-power, dazzling M87 beam.

How long has it been since he started teaching?

Ten minutes?

Ten minutes at most! Maybe not even that!

How did she learn Chinese in such a short time?

This must be haunted! The last few pages haven't even been turned!

I learned Japanese relatively easily back then because I watched Japanese anime, but learning English was something I studied diligently for several years, and I still only knew how to say "How are you" when I met a foreigner. She, on the other hand, mastered a completely new language in just a few minutes?

What's the point of teaching this?

"you......"

Li Qingyang opened his mouth, but felt as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in his throat, and couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

He stretched out his finger and tremblingly pointed to the pile of literacy cards on the table.

"You recognize all of these...?"

The little girl in the red dress looked in the direction he was pointing, and blinked her dark, pure eyes.

She didn't speak, but simply stretched out her delicate white hand and pointed in the air.

As she moved, the flashcards on the table flipped over automatically, revealing the Chinese characters clearly.

"Mountain, river, sun, moon, water, fire, wind, thunder."

Her ethereal and gentle voice, devoid of any hint of worldliness, pronounced each word clearly and accurately.

"..."

Ah...mother tongue...

Ah...that sounds so nice...

Ah...so touching...

How long has it been since he came into this world that he hasn't heard Chinese?

He'll only say a few things to himself when he's talking to himself or complaining.

Li Qingyang leaned forward and lay face down on the low table, his eyes brimming with tears.

The ethereal and gentle voice of the Loli Planet's will spoke in his most familiar language, like a gentle rain from heaven, nourishing his parched heart.

His mother tongue brought him a sense of belonging, and he was so content... There was a tremendous sense of happiness, as if his soul had been filled, and he felt like a wandering, lonely soul had finally found its roots.

He then fully understood.

What teaching plan? What long-term project? It's a joke.

This little ghost girl isn't ignorant at all. After all, her true form is this billions-year-old planet beneath her feet. She probably already has a complete language database containing all the languages ​​in the world in her mind. She might even be able to meow like a cat.

Was it because there were no corresponding program call instructions that we didn't mention it before?

My teaching of "a, o, e" just now was like unintentionally inputting a start command, activating this dormant language pack?

The more Li Qingyang thought about it, the more likely this seemed.

He took a deep breath, sat up straight, looked at the little girl opposite him with a gentle smile, and said in Chinese, "Say a few more words so I can hear you."

The little girl in the red dress tilted her head, as if pondering what he said.

After a moment, she spoke softly, her voice still ethereal.

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

"..."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

"..."

Li Qingyang silently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the gentle air in a whirlwind...

This feeling...it's so intense!

The heart, adrift and without a home, was pierced by these two lines of poetry!

His soul was like a riverbed that had been dry and cracked for months, suddenly being drenched by a raging flood from his hometown. Every crack was filled, and the immense sense of satisfaction and belonging that almost burst him was so overwhelming that he almost couldn't resist transforming into a celestial being and flying around the earth three times in a row!

It sounds great! I love listening to it! I fucking love listening to it!

Quack! How can I possibly stand listening to that bird language every day?!

Li Qingyang suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining brightly, and slammed his hand on the table, making a decision that would make even the ancestors applaud.

"The organization has decided! From now on, you must speak to me in Chinese! Otherwise, I'll let the monsters destroy the world!"

"..."

Should the world fall because of something like this...?

Seeing the black-haired boy's sudden change in appearance, the little girl in the red dress seemed to have a hint of confusion in her pure black eyes, but she still nodded obediently.

"it is good."

In a word, it is crisp, clear, and melodious.

Li Qingyang smiled contentedly, like a thirty-year-old child.

He then looked down at the pile of brand-new textbooks and flashcards on the table, which he had bought for several thousand yen, and his lips twitched.

Less than an hour after he bought it, it became a pile of waste paper that bears witness to his foolish behavior.

"Damn it, we lost out..."

Li Qingyang muttered something under his breath, looking pained.

He felt a pang of heartache if even a tiny bit of the three million yen was spent or wasted...

On the bright side, it wasn't a complete loss.

Because these things activated the little ghost's Chinese language pack...

hehehehe...

"Qingyang, from now on you will call me by my name, Qingyang."

"Yes, Qingyang."

"Then I'll call you Little Ghost Girl, it's a term of endearment."

"...?"

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They're all getting impatient. I write light novels, so I'll be the first to enjoy what I produce. Do you think I'd feed you shit?

Hmm? (Side glance)

Chapter Sixty-Five: Heh... then I'll say I'm the 'Divine Punishment'.

That night, Li Qingyang slept more soundly than ever before.

There were no bizarre dreams, no exhaustion from being forced to work overtime in another time and space, and even that constant vigilance against unfamiliar environments had vanished without a trace.

Consciousness sank into the deepest darkness, but it was not cold and lonely; rather, it felt like returning to the warmest and safest womb.

A faint, ethereal, and gentle loli voice echoed in my ears.

"...The wilderness is vast, the sky is low, the trees are near, the river is clear, and the moon seems close to people."

"...Stars hang low over the vast plains, the moon surges in the great river's flow."

Those were the verses he recited word by word, in the language he knew best and loved most.

The voice was soft, yet it clearly pierced through the barrier of sleep, transforming into the gentlest comfort, softly caressing his long-wandering, weary heart.

Each syllable was like a warm current, smoothing out the wrinkles in his soul caused by loneliness.

Comfortable.

That felt so fucking good.

However, it seems these poems weren't in the Chinese textbooks he bought.

How did she find out?

It can't be that you heard or saw something back then and are now reciting it aloud...

............

............

All sounds are silent.

The only sounds in the apartment were Li Qingyang's steady, long breaths and the occasional whistling of the wind outside the window.

He was sleeping soundly, with a faint, satisfied smile even lingering on his lips, clearly immersed in a long-awaited peaceful dream.

The little girl in the red dress sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her ethereal voice reciting poetry having stopped at some point.

She didn't move, but simply watched Li Qingyang, who had fallen into a deep sleep.

The night seemed to grow even darker and deeper.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and her gaze sharpened slightly.

A ray of light.

A ray of golden light, dazzlingly brilliant and pure to the extreme, silently emerged from Li Qingyang's chest.

It was neither Zoffy's fiery and domineering silver radiance nor the warm halo that Li Qingyang gave when healed others.

This ray of golden light is even more ancient and more primordial, as if it were the first light at the beginning of the universe, containing indescribable vitality and majesty.

The golden light floated up into the air, spun around once, as if surveying the unfamiliar room.

Finally, His 'gaze' fell on the little girl in the red dress by the bed.

Without the slightest hesitation, the golden light floated in front of the little girl, slowly circling around her, neither too close nor too far, with a hint of scrutiny.

In an instant, the air pressure in the room seemed to change, and all the noise disappeared.

The air seemed to solidify into glass, and the dust particles floating in the beam of light ceased their irregular movement.

The sounds of traffic, wind, and even the passage of time outside the window seemed to be isolated by an invisible membrane, transforming the entire space into a unique divine realm belonging only to this ray of light.

Faced with this immense power that seemed capable of subjugating the very instincts of all things, the little girl in the red dress, who was the embodiment of the planet's will, showed no unusual reaction.

She simply raised her head, her clear, unadulterated eyes letting the mysterious golden light gaze upon her.

There was no hostility, no fear, and no flattery.

Her existence is like a vast, all-encompassing land, easily receiving the gaze from a higher level of being.

Time seemed to lose its meaning at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden light swirling around her suddenly stopped.