Chapter 8: The Margin of Strength

The girl sat by the window, wearing a pure white slim-fit T-shirt on her upper body, light-colored tight jeans on her lower body, and a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet. Her sitting posture was very correct, the kind of sitting posture that could not be faulted with anything, and as a result, her hips were tight, outlining a beautiful curve.

Her hair was long and straight, so smooth that she could go directly to shoot commercials. She tied a high ponytail with a white hairband and hung it to her waist. Her eyes under her bangs were quiet and focused, staring at the book in her hands, and occasionally turning the pages with her very neatly trimmed fingers.

Perhaps because she was too focused on reading, Xue Jing's arrival did not cause any reaction from the girl.

'A student of Qing University? From the perspective of age... not like that. '

Xue Jing looked at the girl with some surprise, and paused for a moment at her beautiful eyes that were slightly purple.

She was not wearing a school uniform, so she should not be a student of the attached middle school, but a younger college student.

He did not care too much, but turned and walked towards the bookshelf area.

There are four large double-sided wooden bookshelves with sixteen rows on the seventh floor, plus a wall-mounted bookshelf that completely covers three walls, leaving only a rest area. All the bookshelves are filled, or even stuffed with densely packed old books and documents.

The collection of books is amazing.

Without computer search and positioning, and even without classification of the collection, it is difficult to find the information you want from such a sea of ​​books. No wonder no one has been interested here for many years.

Xue Jing randomly selected a row of bookshelves and walked to the middle. He looked at the messy old documents in front of him with a headache, not knowing where to start.

He picked up a book that looked relatively complete and wiped off the dust. There was no pattern on the burgundy hardcover cover. In the middle was a row of white book titles written in Song font, and in the lower right corner was the author's name and the time of writing the book in smaller white characters.

"Inferences on the Overlap of Two Worlds", author: Ning Furen, time of writing: New Era 87.

‘An antique book from nearly two hundred years ago…’

The overlap of the two worlds is a special phenomenon that appeared on Earth after the death of ‘God’.

Just as the literal meaning, the overlap of the two worlds means that ‘two worlds overlap’.

If the world is a car that keeps driving on the road, then the overlap of the two worlds is the collision of two cars.

This phenomenon will cause parts of the two worlds to be embedded in each other’s ‘body’, and the overlapping area is called the ‘intersection area’.

The reason for this phenomenon is that the ‘driver’ is dead.

Without the driver ‘God’ to control the direction, the car will run rampant on the road and will naturally collide with other cars without drivers.

“…”

Xue Jing opened the book and read two pages at random. The theory in it seems to be full of errors and omissions now, but it was the most cutting-edge research material at the time, laying an indelible foundation for the current research on the overlapping phenomenon. Although it is outdated as a theoretical material, it is very valuable as a historical material.

Putting the book back in place, Xue Jing continued to search for clues that might be related to the "divine substance".

More than an hour later.

He flipped through a few pages of the "Record of the Eternal Night War" in his hand and put it back on the bookshelf.

Xue Jing shook his head. As he expected, he didn't get anything.

Because he had expected it, he was not disappointed.

After sorting out his mood, Xue Jing picked up his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 7:30 and it was time for class.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the girl he had seen in the rest area before, holding a book in both hands, walking towards him.

Xue Jing looked at the girl's well-developed place - but he was not looking at that place, but at the book held there by the girl.

It was a book about three fingers thick, wrapped in black hardcover, with a strange painting on the cover.

A glowing figure with a halo on his head, countless wings growing from top to bottom, and radiating light all over his body. In his hand, he held the blue earth star in the air, and his head, whose face could not be seen clearly, was facing upwards, as if he was shouting something. Light flowed down his body like blood, and fell from the soles of his feet into an unknown abyss.

No one in the world would not know what this cover represents, which is the "death of God", or to use a more accurate and formal term - "the death of God".

Xue Jing has seen similar pictures in countless paintings, countless movies, and countless games.

Xue Jing looked at the title of the book.

"If God is Not Dead".

He nodded politely and stepped aside to let the girl pass by him. At a close distance, Xue Jing saw her face clearly. She was a very delicate and clean beauty. She was not the type that amazed people at first sight, but the type that became more and more beautiful the more you looked at her.

The girl also nodded to him, and then stuffed the book in her hand into the gap on the top shelf, but because she was not tall enough, it looked a bit difficult to stand on tiptoe.

Seeing this, Xue Jing said softly: "Let me help you."

He stretched out his hand and motioned the girl to give him the book. The latter did not refuse and handed the book to Xue Jing.

Seeing Xue Jing easily stuff the book into the gap above the bookshelf without standing on tiptoe, the girl blinked her clear eyes that were a little purple, and said, "Thank you."

Xue Jing hummed, not caring about this little effort.

After doing this, he did not stop, walked out of the library and went to the teaching building of the affiliated middle school.

...

When he stepped into the classroom, the morning reading was about to end and the class was about to start.

All the students in the class had arrived. Except for a few students who were talking in a low voice, most of them were silently flipping through books or doing papers.

Students in the elite class were still under a lot of pressure.

Xue Jing was popular in this class. When he saw him come in, although the atmosphere during the morning reading was not suitable for talking, many classmates still nodded to him as a greeting.

Xue Jing responded one by one, but when he came to his seat, he stopped.

His desk and chair were scratched.

The wood fiberboard was covered with crisscross scratches, which looked horrible. There were also many words written on the table, mostly threatening words such as "Kill, kill, kill", "You're dead", and "Be careful on the way home from school".

"Tsk, these words are so ugly."

Li Ge walked over from the side and looked at the words on Xue Jing's table and said.

"What's going on?" Xue Jing's face did not change.

If this kind of bullying happened to him, let alone a high school student, even an adult would have some doubts in his heart.

But at this moment, he was just like his appearance, with no fluctuations in his heart, just pure curiosity to know what happened.

Just as people who are used to fitness are basically very confident, a strong body will naturally lead to a strong heart.

At this moment, facing the bullying methods of high school students, he felt like a lion seeing a kitten baring its teeth and claws at him.

"I don't know, it was like this when I came in the morning." Li Ge leaned on the table next to him and shrugged.

"There are some dead rats, dead cockroaches and other disgusting things in the drawer. I have cleaned them up for you. But the words on the table are written in oil pen. There is nothing I can do for the time being."

Xue Jing patted him on the shoulder and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you."

"Why thank you? We are all brothers." Li Ge replied, and then said:

"Now the most urgent task is to find the culprit, otherwise it will be disgusting sooner or later if you are treated like this every day."

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

Xue Jing heard this and recalled it carefully. He felt that he was quite well-behaved and did not have the impression of offending anyone.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. Judging from the words written on the table, this is not a prank by a villain who dares not show up, but a warning of threat."

Xue Jing touched the scratched tabletop, and his fingertips stopped on the handwriting of "Be careful on the way home from school".

"I guess they will jump out by themselves during lunch break or after school. Just wait."

As long as a person is good enough, even if he does nothing, he will naturally block the way of others and cause resentment from others. He has experienced this in his past and present lives.

There is no need to reflect on what you did wrong. Thinking about this is meaningless. Just solve the problem when it happens. That's all.

Xue Jing sat on the chair and wanted to put the schoolbag in the drawer, but stopped halfway. He felt a little disgusted. After all, he had let go of dead mice and cockroaches before and hung the schoolbag on the hook on the side of the desk.

Then he folded his hands across his chest, closed his eyes and prepared for class.

Li Ge saw Xue Jing's light and calm look as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but sighed: "So cool, Master Jing."

"But why don't we choose to tell the teacher?"

Li Ge was a little confused.

Xue Jing closed his eyes and said casually: "Just like calling the police is not omnipotent, teachers are not omnipotent either. Telling the teacher may solve the problem, but the process will definitely be troublesome, and there will probably be troubles later."

"I have a simpler solution, no need to find a teacher."

Li Ge hummed, and was silent for a while, and couldn't help but say: "I feel you are so handsome, with a strange adult demeanor... or the margin of a strong man? These few words are a bit overwhelming..."

The two were chatting, and suddenly, there was a shout from the door of the class: "Xue Jing, someone is looking for you!"

Xue Jing turned his head and saw a beautiful female student in a school uniform skirt standing at the door.

It was the school girl who came to give him a towel during the physical test yesterday.

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