Starting SSS Talent: Turn The School Beauty Into A Puppet

"Have you finished asking? You're here this afternoon to ask me why your family spends money on you? Why are you kids so idle?" The principal shook his finger, looking quite helpless.

Qi Yan: "..."

Qi Yan: "Did my family ever say that I had awakened my talent?"

The principal who was about to take a sip of water said: "?"

Qi Yan: "Oh, it's still S-level."

"Ahem!" The principal put down the cup and suddenly felt that the water was not worth drinking.

He and Qi Yan looked at each other before he could say anything more.

Qi Yan raised his hand and showed him the awakening information after the manifestation.

headmaster:"……"

He pushed up his glasses tremblingly and touched his head with one hand, feeling somewhat magical about the scene in front of him.

After being silent for a while, the principal took a deep breath, then quickly put on a kind and kind face, and pushed the bowl of noodles aside with his hand, "Classmate Qi, do you know Class 5? Class five in our school are all psychics, and everyone will enjoy the subsidies announced above, and..."

The other party kept talking, and quickly and non-stop described to Qi Yan what "the best thing in the world" means.

Qi Yan was amazed and understood a little more about the principal.

Shameless enough.

He cupped his hand and told the principal to stop talking, "I'm not going to change classes. I just want to ask if I can get those subsidies if I don't change classes."

Upon hearing this question, a light flashed across the principal's eyes.

"Of course it's no problem. The subsidy is issued from above and everyone who awakens their talent will get it. I'll just give you a certificate and submit it."

"Okay, I'll trouble you, principal." Qi Yan nodded.

"And!" The principal changed his voice, "With your talent, you can get better things. I can get more for you..."

"Not changing schools."

Qi Yan waved his hand, turned around and left.

headmaster:"……"

The principal touched his hair, which had been sprayed with a lot of hairspray and looked a little shiny, and couldn't help but nodded, "The kids nowadays are really good, they are so refreshing."

…

"Huh? Brother Qi, you came out so soon?" Chen Hao was hanging by the wall and was a little confused when he saw Qi Yan's figure. Then he couldn't help but look inside, only to find that their principal was typing on the keyboard seriously.

"Stop looking and let's go." Qi Yan could probably guess what this kid was thinking. He just wanted to see other faces of the principal.

Chen Hao sighed, "This is different from what is written in the novel."

Qi Yan: "...Then change to a novel."

"That makes sense."

…

After saying goodbye to Chen Hao, Qi Yan looked at the sky that had begun to sink into dusk and thought it would be best to go home.

He took a taxi and got in.

Pure music that he had never heard before was playing in the car. It sounded soothing and gentle, making people feel relaxed.

I even want to sleep when I relax.

Qi Yan: "..."

He was very aware of his situation. Although his sleep in the past few days was indeed average, he was not really sleeping soundly in an unfamiliar environment.

"Who are you?" Qi Yan said calmly. It was obvious that there was something strange here.

The driver didn't answer, and the air was tinged with silence.

Qi Yan spoke again: "Where do you want to take me?"

The other party remained silent.

Qi Yan sighed, "Do we have to do it?"

This time the other party responded. He stretched out his dull hand and pressed a button.

Then, a recording appeared.

"Hello, classmate Qi Yan, I am a demon from the Divine Sect. I would like to have a chat with you. Please don't mind our meeting."

Qi Yan: "..."

He leaned back on the seat and stopped talking. He caressed the ring casually and was not ready to try anything else.

Because just now, he felt that the "person" in front of him had no breath of living people at all.

He couldn't drive and killed the driver rashly. Who knows what would happen.

Soon, Qi Yan was taken to an abandoned factory, where the human habitation turned into nothingness, leaving only dilapidated parts.

The car stopped and Qi Yan got out.

"Please stay away from this car, my friend." A strange voice appeared from the factory nearby.

The man was wearing a huge black cloak, with a wide hood covering his entire body.

As if aware of his gaze, the man raised his head slightly, revealing a skinny cheek.

Qi Yan looked at him and took a few steps to the side.

The next second, there was a roar and explosion, and a heat wave hit.

The car he had just been sitting in burst into flames.

If Qi Yan had just made another move, it would be hard not to guarantee that the other party would set the car on fire in an instant and then bury him in the flames.

Qi Yan put his hands in his pockets, "Is your Ancient God Church so blatant?"

"The gods tell us that we don't need to hide ourselves." The other party made a weird gesture, with an expression that was hard to see through.

Like a fanatical believer.

Qi Yan's expression remained calm. He had seen beings even crazier than the other person. "What did you want to do by bringing me here?"

Ke Mo took a deep breath, and his skinny cheeks looked like old tree bark.

He said: "Did you smell it?"

Qi Yan: "What?"

"This is the breath of death!"

Kemo's expression was solemn and solemn, "The smell of death is lingering everywhere here. The God of Death is roaring crazily, waiting for the opportunity to harvest stupid people."

"Oh, are you stupid?"

"...I believe in Him and am His most loyal apostle. It is an honor for me to have my soul taken away by Him."

"Oh, then He can't wait to harvest the souls of stupid people. It seems that He thinks you apostles are not good enough."

Carved Demon: "..."

He laughed, like a crow neighing, "Your understanding of the gods' intentions is very interesting. Come join our Ancient God Religion."

This time it was Qi Yan's turn to be amazed. Seeing the calm expression on the other party's face, Qi Yan couldn't help but clap his hands, his palms clapping loudly, "It's you who understands the gods."

"How about, how about joining us?"

The other party probably saw that Qi Yan was not easily deceived, so he stopped pretending and spoke straightforwardly.

Qi Yan smiled, "It's not good. I don't believe in God."

He only believed in himself.

"There are many gods in our Ancient God Church. Maybe you will be worthy of finding an existence that is willing to believe in." Ke Mo performed a strange ceremony again.

What I said really makes people want to laugh. The translation is that we believe in many gods, you can choose whatever you want.

Qi Yan said: "Oh, how about you set up a magic sign and engrave the word Qi Yan on it, maybe I will go."

Hearing this, Ke Mo smiled slightly, like a dry old chrysanthemum, "Why not?"

Qi Yan: "..."

Shameless these three words can be regarded as finding the owner.