The Interstellar Que Chapter 139: Lazybones

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Lazybones

Chapter 139

Student: "...Understood."

When it’s ti to concede, you have to concede imdiately.

Mu Jianling, seeing the students’ reactions and finding them quite obedient, finally retracted her angered expression and spoke gently, "As for piloting cha, you all know nothing. Now, you are just like newborn babies, eating, sleeping, turning over, crawling, walking... everything must start from scratch."

"There has to be a process."

"Haste does not bring success."

"Here I want to specifically criticize student number 2222, Yue Qiguang! Haven’t learned to crawl yet and you already want to walk? Do you think you’re a genius? You’re completely a blockhead! Like your self-righteous kind, I’ve seen plenty! But among fools, you shine so bright, so dazzlingly brilliant!"

Yue Qiguang: "..."

This is the first ti Yue Qiguang has experienced the taste of being constantly criticized as a fool.

This feeling —

Is quite novel.

Mu Jianling said, "I must remind you, everyone must follow the operational instructions and train step by step; absolutely no shortcuts or recklessness allowed! You cannot skip stages to train for the next one."

"Should it happen, you can leave the training room."

"In my training room, I don’t need such self-righteous fools!"

The students’ expressions turned solemn.

With Teacher Mu’s serious and solemn warnings, not being inherently defiant, these thods of training must have been conclusions drawn from countless failures by the predecessors, so they must be very rational.

Even Yue Qiguang and Chu Jiaojiao didn’t dare to ss around anymore.

How do the operating instructions prompt?

Connect spiritual power, and then practice lifting your fingers 100 tis, only after you can flexibly rotate all ten fingers 100 tis, can you proceed to the next step of lifting your wrist—

This is really a very ticulous task.

Ji You didn’t dare harbor any rebellion, intending to make a big splash; although she piloted a simplified version of cha, she still firmly followed the instructions, training step by step. This is a very strange feeling and process.

When your Spiritual Silk is dispersed, trying to control several important parts of the cha, you’re completely hopeless with them. But when you focus on just one component, one spot, the feeling is entirely different.

Ji You’s Spiritual Silk was very flexible, and she imdiately lifted her right thumb.

She couldn’t believe how effortless it was.

She tried again.

Successful.

Ji You was overjoyed!

She imdiately tried the third ti, fourth ti, fifth ti...

Each ti, all successful.

Ji You felt encouraged and suddenly a surge of training passion erged; she began lifting her thumb 10 tis, 50 tis, 100 tis...

Then.

She switched to the next one.

Until all ten fingers had taken their turn, Ji You finally felt ready to try lifting her wrist.

And then—

She found that it was successful too.

Ji You ignored the cha’s situation for the mont; she suddenly put aside all distractions and carefully examined the Six Strands in her Spiritual World, and upon seeing them, she almost suffocated in frustration:

This—

This—

This—

Of the Six Strands of Spiritual Silk, only one was working. The other five were loafing around lazily on the side, idly swishing their tails.

Ji You: "..."

At first, Ji You didn’t believe it; she tried lifting her right wrist again, and found it trembled slightly but was successful.

During this process, she watched her Spiritual World discreetly and sure enough—only one strand of Spiritual Silk was working, the other five were all resting on the side; one of them even rudely lifted its tail to sweep the hardworking strand, nearly causing it to tumble.

Ji You: "..."

Spare the rod, spoil the child!

These naughty kids, if you don’t give them a hard lesson, they won’t know what fear is.

Suddenly—

The weakest looking Strand, as if sensing sothing, trembled its plump body slightly and looked up, imdiately spotting Ji You. In a flash, it dashed to the side of Old Five, who was hard at work, and began to lift its wrist alongside him.

Huff.

Huff.

Huff.

The enthusiasm in these work movents was undeniable. Had Ji You not caught its little act earlier, she might have been fooled into thinking it had turned over a new leaf.

The other Strands noticed sothing was off with Fourth and were puzzled. Each stretched its neck, looking around, but they didn’t spot Ji You at all and quickly retracted their heads back—

Seeing this, Ji You was at a loss for words.

Without making a sound, Ji You observed slowly, noting any difference when lifting the cha wrist with Fourth joining in.

Then—

Ji You’s face imdiately darkened.

If before, lifting with one Strand felt sowhat strenuous, slightly losing balance, now with another Strand’s help, she felt no resistance or strain at all.

So—

Was their lack of response and tumbling all because these lazy creatures weren’t working?

Ji You stared at the four Strands still deep in slumber and drawled, "Is sleeping fun?"

The four Spiritual Silks imdiately perked up, and upon realizing it was indeed Ji You, all four rushed to join Fourth and Fifth’s group. Boss’s body was so gigantic that in its eagerness, it even catapulted Fourth away.

Fourth fell with a thud, promptly playing dead on the ground, looking like it was about to file for workman’s comp with Ji You.

Ji You: "..."

Upon realizing its blunder, Boss quickly shrank its head back and got to work obediently.

Ji You: "..."

Then—

Ji You lost her balance and suddenly face-planted onto the ground!

Ji You: "..."

She was rely lifting her wrist; how did she suddenly fall over?

Upon closer examination, Ji You was nearly incensed to death. It turned out Boss, Second, Third, and Sixth, possibly feeling that such a petty task didn’t showcase their abilities or highlight their cleverness, acted separately: Boss went to lift the right leg, Second the right hand, while Third and Sixth collaborated to lift the Small cha’s big backside...

As a result—

Ji You was instantly t with tragedy.

The Six Strands fell silent like chickens.

Ji You’s face was stern, and she said nothing.

After a long while.

None of the Six Strands dared to move.

Ji You forced a smile, "Oh—"

That elongated "oh" seed to reverberate for minutes before it ceased.

After that, Ji You closed her mouth, her eyes constantly sweeping over the Six Strands.

...

The Six Strands began to worry inexplicably about their future food supplies.

What if the Master refused to feed them, refused to provide water, and still squeezed them for labor every day?

What should they do?

Could they continue to live such a carefree, slack, and malingering life?

Doubtful—

In their unease, the Six Strands finally heard the Master speak. Ji You looked at them and said lightly, "So it turns out that I was wrong about you all along, you’re not as useless as I thought."

She had expended all her might before and couldn’t even lift a hand or leg. But what about now? These Six Strands could do it with ease, especially Boss, a literal strongman who alone could shoulder a cha leg.

Ji You said coolly, "Good."