“What are you doing?” Qi looked at Su Li lying on the ground. His already cold expression grew even colder.
“Do you think my strength isn’t enough for you to fight against?”
Su Li, who had his eyes tightly closed, opened them slightly and whispered like a pretend corpse. “I’m worried that if you launch one elental attack, you’ll end up begging not to die.”
Qi froze in place.
Most students in the class could notice that Su Li had no elental factors surrounding him, but at most this was misunderstood as poor talent.
Given that Qi’s own talent wasn’t great either, he didn’t have any particular thoughts about Su Li who might have even worse talent. However, this was his first ti encountering soone who just lay down without even struggling.
“Even so, you shouldn’t just lie down directly.” Despite being limited by talent, making his determination appear rely stubborn to others, the child’s face remained cold.
“Lying down right away is better than lying down after getting beaten up. Besides, lying down now can appropriately spark your interest in talking to , like right now.”
Su Li turned his head to look at the classmates who had already started fighting. Indeed, even though they were called the weakest class, while they couldn’t compare to those rcenary gorillas outside, they were still little gorillas who would eventually beco big ones.
At least the footwork of the person fighting Cyril, in Su Li’s view, definitely had a modern action movie feel to it.
As for Qi’s strength, no matter what, it would definitely be stronger than Su Li’s.
As long as people in this world could accommodate even a tiny bit of elents, their bodies would be greatly enhanced by this mysterious natural energy. Compared to Su Li, who completely rejected this power…
His physique wasn’t much different from before the transmigration, at most slightly more flexible due to his younger age, no longer so rigid.
But this only ant that at this age, he could learn dance or so sports, not fight face-to-face with a bunch of gorillas.
If he didn’t lie down now, where would he end up lying – in the infirmary?
Having no intention to act or truly die, Su Li chose to close his eyes again, blocking out the azure sky.
Qi: “…”
People shouldn’t, at least shouldn’t be like this.
“If you continue like this, I’ll go practice with other classmates,” Qi said coldly.
“Go ahead then.” Su Li waved dismissively.
When others had more choices, Su Li would resolutely avoid creating a binary choice by automatically withdrawing himself.
Qi’s already cold little face grew even icier.
His words were rely ant to threaten Su Li, showing that he had other options. If Su Li didn’t get up, he would be left behind.
But this person who should have felt threatened…
He simply didn’t care about being left behind!
Even Su Li’s unexpressive face gave Qi a sense of going with the flow, like drifting clouds.
“The weak have no right to survive,” Qi launched a ntal attack.
Su Li: “You might as well say the weak have no need to survive.”
Qi’s attack missed.
The youth had never t soone so difficult to deal with.
Those with weak talent should work harder to avoid being suppressed and bullied by their peers.
Those with average talent should give their all to secure their place among their peers.
And those with top talent, that’s a gift from the gods.
Everyone understood this, then suddenly soone with no talent appeared.
It’s hard to say what Qi was feeling.
But he still had that feeling of disappointnt in wasted potential.
“Poor talent is no excuse for not trying!”
This was the only targeted statent the cold child could make.
But while such words might inspire so passion in peers, for soone who had already given up and accepted their lot in life. “You’re right.”
Just as Qi’s eyes brightened, thinking Su Li would stand up to fight, Su Li continued. “I just don’t agree with it.”
He was stunned.
“Rather than saying you think I have poor talent and don’t try, it’s more that you feel that way about yourself.”
Su Li remained lying on the ground, but now with his hands crossed behind his head, eyes open, gazing at the blue sky.
“All your dissatisfaction with is actually directed at yourself.”
“But since few people will curse their own incompetence, you’re using to vent your feelings.”
“What do you know?” Qi’s lips turned pale. “Does pretending to analyze others make you happy when you guess their thoughts correctly? Or does prying into others’ business simply bring you joy?”
The child’s instantly clenched fist made Su Li sense he might get punched in the face at any mont.
Then he calmly responded with an “Oh.”
He even shifted from lying flat to lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand.
Qi: “…”
Truly, all his anger dissipated like ice water had been poured on it after Su Li’s emotionless response, not even a spark remaining.
Only now could Qi rationally observe Su Li.
The person lying on the ground had a very handso face, the kind Qi had only seen among noble ladies and lords.
“What’s your na?” Qi simply sat down on the ground too.
Su Li looked at him strangely. “I thought you’d go find other classmates who’ve won their fights to compare with.”
Weren’t hardworking children supposed to never miss any opportunity?
“It’s better not to do such arrogant things when others are enjoying their victory,” Qi lowered his head, poking at the ground with his finger.
“You still haven’t answered , your na.”
“Su Li.”
“I’m Qi, a water elentalist.”
How could soone like him, lacking talent and placed in Sadina City’s Elent Academy’s money class by his family, have any right to criticize others’ way of life?
Qi might never accept Su Li’s attitude of giving up, but he suddenly understood that disliking sothing doesn’t an you can’t coexist with it.
As for Su Li… he simply lay there with the cold-faced child until the practice class ended.
During the practice class, Cyril tried countless tis to find Su Li. But he was always held up by persistent opponents, and when he finally tried to return to Su Li’s side after class, he discovered soone had taken what was originally his exclusive spot.
Right then, Su Li was listening to Qi’s question.
“Can I follow you from now on?”
Before Su Li could respond, Cyril already had a “the world is full of weirdos” expression.
“It’s just been one class, Su Li, don’t tell you’ve brought ho another…” pervert.
The unfinished words were too obvious, and Su Li only said, “You need to ask Qi, not .”
Everyone in that small building had their own reasons for being there.
Roy had nowhere else to go and was employed by the Lion Club’s leader. Mark was similarly employed by Euphia. Lan Zhe was there because he didn’t want to stay in the Beast Forest, that place of heartbreak, and decided returning to the Dark Church was aningless and troubleso.
From any perspective, Su Li hadn’t recruited anyone.
So he wouldn’t take the bla for this.
Qi offered an explanation that didn’t really sound like an explanation, more like an excuse.
“Although Su Li’s talent isn’t great, the elental resonance triggered by his words and the unique cosmic information carried in his speech can put in a state of enlightennt,” Qi looked up at Su Li. “So for soone seeking greater power, choosing to follow you seems like a good choice no matter how you look at it.”
Cyril wanted to speak but held back.
Su Li couldn’t trigger any elental resonance – with zero elental affinity, even if he shouted to high heaven, the gods above wouldn’t hear him.
In this situation, rather than saying those five or six students entered enlightennt because of his words, it was more like their wild imaginations were simply being guided.
Cyril emphasized. “You’ll definitely regret using this excuse to get close to Su Li.”
Su Li: “…I can feel you’re personally attacking .”
“I’m not, I’m saying this kid will regret it sooner or later.”
“That’s sothing to worry about later.” Qi wasn’t here to break up the friendship between the two transfer students, but to join them.
Cyril stared seriously at Qi for three seconds, seed to confirm sothing, then turned to Su Li with determination. “You brought this on yourself, you deal with it. I’m going back to the classroom to pack up.”
After today’s practice class, there were no other classes.
Most students had been beaten into the infirmary, while the victorious ones needed to take their so-called victory dals ho to show off to their parents.
As for Su Li…
Qi: “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Su Li sighed. “Fine.”
“But I guarantee you won’t get any elental improvents from .”
With this agreent, Su Li truly experienced what it ant for sothing to not be worth the cost.
Not long after, Qi, who wasn’t very tall either, sohow exchanged seats with the gray-eyed person. Though separated by an aisle, they could roughly be considered desk mates.
Cyril didn’t mind having company during lunch at the cafeteria, so the three inexplicably beca a small group in the money class.
As ti passed, even the cold-natured child began to share so personal information, influenced by Su Li’s attitude of “accepting both the understandable and incomprehensible.”
Qi was the child of a major family’s patriarch, but due to poor talent, was sent to Sadina City.
After sending him here, that patriarch – Qi’s father – chose to adopt a talented child from a branch family under his na.
When speaking of this, Qi didn’t show sadness, just a bit of lancholy.
Neither Su Li nor Cyril disliked this child. The forr simply didn’t dislike anyone who wasn’t troubleso, while the latter purely thought Qi had the potential to beco a second Egbert.
Cyril noticed this from how Qi switched seats with the gray-eyed child to beco Su Li’s desk mate.
Seeing Qi’s downcast mood, Su Li was forced to offer comfort.
“Rather than being sad about what should have been yours becoming soone else’s, why not be happy that at barely a teenager, you’ve already experienced the true aning of freedom in Sadina City.”
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