A teacher with zero training in the Hanging Class

Looking at Qin Yanran with a smile on his face in front of him, Zhu Jue finally felt at ease.

"Since you thank me so much, can you take some practical action?" Zhujue said.

"Actual... action?"

Qin Yanran's eyes were in a daze for a moment, staring blankly at Zhu Jue, suddenly speechless.

Looking at Qin Yanran's appearance, Zhu Jue realized that there might be something wrong with what he said. It always felt like he was lusting after someone else's body!

Zhujue hurriedly said: "Ahem, when I talk about practical actions, I just want you to live a good life in the future and never do such unthinkable things again. It's not that..."

Qin Yanran also came to her senses, quickly turned her head, and said with a slightly flustered face: "Of course I know that the teacher didn't mean what he said!"

Zhujue couldn't help but feel ashamed. Your expression just now was obviously a misunderstanding.

Taking a peek at Zhu Jue next to her, Qin Yanran's cheeks turned slightly red.

Okay, she admitted that she had indeed thought wrong just now, but how could a girl admit such a thing.

Seeing that the topic was getting awkward, Zhu Jue quickly changed the topic again: "Since you have thought about it for the time being, go back to the dormitory and rest quickly. We have to go to class tomorrow."

Qin Yanran nodded, picked up her backpack and stood up, Zhu Jue followed her into the elevator.

"Teacher Zhujue, you're still up so late. What's wrong with you coming out?" Qin Yanran asked.

It was already early in the morning when she left school.

"Don't you think I'm a stalker?" Zhujue smiled.

"I don't think so now."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little upset. I went out to wander around, but I met a girl like you who ran out in the middle of the night, so I planned to follow you."

"Upset? Is it because of the amnesia?"

"Well, when I woke up, there was no familiar person around me. It was very uncomfortable."

Qin Yanran nodded in relief: "I should be able to understand this feeling..."

Zhujue smiled slightly: "We are all patients with mental illness, let's have sympathy for each other."

"Does the teacher feel this way about me too?"

"Some, but not all."

When the elevator reached the first floor, Zhu Jue took Qin Yanran back to the school along the same route. There were many energetic young people playing in the busy section of the road late at night.

Looking at the crowd in the distance, at this moment, the two patients with mental illness suddenly feel less lonely in their hearts. After all, he/she is not walking alone at night, and there is another person with a slightly similar mentality beside him/her. people.

As they walked along like this, Zhujue felt that he should find something to talk about. After all, it would take at least twenty minutes to walk back to school at this speed.

"By the way, why did you delete the novel you just wrote?" Zhujue asked.

Qin Yanran took out her mobile phone and said, "I plan to give it a perfect ending, so I will continue to write it."

"That's good."

Zhujue felt even more relieved after hearing this, because Qin Yanran would not rashly choose to commit suicide before the novel was finished.

"By the way, I have something to ask the teacher." Qin Yanran said suddenly.

"What's up?"

"Is the teacher really not from this world?"

"After these two days, I am sure that I am not from here." Zhujue said helplessly: "Where I originally lived, no one could practice cultivation. Such things only existed in some novels, but the technological discoveries there Almost in sync with this world.”

"No one can cultivate... That world should be peaceful, right?" Qin Yanran said thoughtfully.

Zhujue shook his head: "No, sometimes wars break out, but I remember that the people in the country where I live are very peaceful."

"Sure enough, wherever there are people, there will be disputes." Qin Yanran sighed slightly.

"You can say that..."

"But since the teacher is from that world, it stands to reason that he should not be able to cultivate. Why can he still summon thunder?" Qin Yanran asked again.

"I don't know, it's very complicated." Zhu Jue frowned and said, "Since I woke up, anyone who touches me or threatens me will be struck by lightning."

Qin Yanran suddenly remembered what happened yesterday when Zhu Jue hacked the old man and the boy. But when she thought of this, she couldn't help but wonder again, and asked: "Then why did it happen if I touched the teacher?"

Zhujue shook his head: "You are the only person who has touched me so far who has not been struck by lightning. Yesterday afternoon, classmate Mu Jiuge touched me and almost had an accident."

After thinking for a while, Qin Yanran said again: "Could this have something to do with my physique?"

"Your physique? Is it the kind of... people who touch you will get bad luck and lose their cultivation?" Zhujue said blankly.

"It's not as scary as they say, but since I was eighteen years old, people I encounter will indeed experience a decline in their realm within a short period of time."

"Falling realm?"

"It's just that the cultivation level has regressed a bit, but this is only for a short period of time. In two days, the opponent's cultivation level will return to normal again." Qin Yanran said.

After Zhu Jue listened, he realized that the claims about Qin Yanran in the imperial capital were all exaggerations. Things like being infected with bad luck and losing cultivation were probably spread by people who hated Qin Yanran.

"In that case, it's really possible that it's because of your physical condition that after I touched you, you didn't encounter the same thing as others." Zhujue nodded.

Of all the people who had met him, only Qin Yanran was not struck by lightning. There must be a reason for this. The most reasonable guess at present is that it was Qin Yanran's physical condition.

After hearing this, Qin Yanran couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Fortunately, the person who met me today was a teacher. If it was someone else, I guess no one would be willing to go to the rooftop to hold me."

Zhu Jue thought for a while and said, "Don't be so pessimistic. I remember there is a saying on Earth that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you."

"God?" Qin Yanran was stunned.

"It is the legendary god in Western countries on Earth." Zhu Jue explained.

Qin Yanran smiled slightly and said, "Teacher is really good at comforting people."

"Comfort..." Zhu Jue frowned slightly and said, "Actually, I don't want to comfort you."

Qin Yanran paused, a little confused: "Why?"

Zhu Jue said, "Because when you comfort the other person, you are actually affirming the other person's pain. For a person on the edge of suffering, the comfort of others is sometimes like rubbing salt on the wound."

Hearing this, Qin Yanran's expression was relieved. No wonder when she was on the rooftop before, the teacher just kept chatting with her and understanding her past, but didn't say a word to comfort her.

It turned out that he had considered this level.

If Zhu Jue had said some comforting words at that time, it would only make her feel that she was pitied by Zhu Jue.

"I didn't expect that the teacher, a big man, could be so delicate in emotion."

Seeing that they were about to reach the school, Qin Yanran smiled slightly and put on her mask.

"If it weren't for you wanting to jump off the building, I wouldn't have considered so much." Zhu Jue said.

Facing a person who wants to commit suicide, he certainly considered it from all aspects. Sometimes a man can't be careless.

Of course, this is only sometimes...

As Zhu Jue and Qin Yanran entered the gate, the two guards at the gate, an old man and an old woman, cast strange looks at Zhu Jue.

Zhu Jue then realized that he was indeed a little impure when he brought a girl back from outside the school in the middle of the night.

And the place he and Qin Yanran went to just now was a hotel... If the students or tutors in the school saw this, he probably wouldn't be able to explain himself.

Feeling the gaze of the old man and the old woman, Zhu Jue was very embarrassed, and casually found a topic to say to Qin Yanran next to him: "If I have time, can I read your novel?"

Qin Yanran was also embarrassed by the old man and the old woman at the door. She stretched out her hand to lift the mask to cover her nose, nodded and said: "Sure."

"What is your pen name?"

"Qin Fuhua."

"Fuhua?"

Zhu Jue was slightly stunned. It was obvious that this pen name was taken by Qin Yanran to mock herself.

As the eldest daughter of the Qin family, she had a gorgeous identity title, but it was unrealistic.

"Where are the last three words you wanted to write before?" Zhu Jue asked again.

"'Go to hell.'"

"..."

Zhu Jue was ashamed. If she had finished writing these three words, it would probably become a true portrayal of herself.

"I originally wanted to use some gorgeous language, but I didn't have any inspiration before I died, so I decided to write these three words." Qin Yanran added.

"Gorgeous language... about suicide?"

"Yes."

Zhu Jue thought for a while and said, "I have heard such a sentence, called 'On a sunny day, I finally gave up loving myself.' I feel that it should be more colorful when used when a character commits suicide."

"On a sunny day... give up loving yourself..."

Qin Yanran thought for a while, and a ray of light suddenly burst out in her pupils: "What a sad sentence."

After speaking, she quickly took out her mobile phone and typed this sentence in her memo.

When Zhu Jue saw her like this, he knew that Qin Yanran's love for novels was probably far more than what she said verbally, otherwise, she would not want to finish the book before she died.

"I didn't expect that chatting with the teacher would bring so many unexpected gains." Qin Yanran smiled.

Zhu Jue smiled slightly and said nothing. In fact, when he was chatting with Qin Yanran, he unexpectedly gained more. When he thought of some words on Earth, some scenes would naturally come to mind.

Next, Zhu Jue sent Qin Yanran back to the single room area. After confirming that she had no suicidal tendencies again, he walked towards his office.

After returning to the office, Zhu Jue looked at the time and found that it was already past three in the morning. If he didn't go to bed, it would directly affect his work status tomorrow.

Lying on the sofa, Zhu Jue found that he was still a little sleepless.

His eyes accidentally saw Mu Jiuge's school uniform on the desk. He couldn't help but think of himself being struck by lightning today. Would Mu Jiuge's school uniform be burnt?

Then Zhu Jue picked up the school uniform and put it against his nose to smell it.

If this scene was seen by Mu Jiuge, he would probably call him a hooligan again.

Fortunately, there was no peculiar smell on the school uniform, otherwise Zhu Jue didn't know which dry cleaning shop outside the school was still open in the middle of the night.

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