"some markers"
Tang Xinjue immediately thought of what Xiaohong had said.
[This is a sign from a higher order, which means someone remembers you. ]
If both mean the same thing...why now it's changed from "one" to "some"
Before he had time to ask more questions, the counselor manipulated Guo Guo's hand to swipe upwards, and Tang Xinjue's eyes suddenly went dark.
Opening her eyes and looking around in the darkness, she has returned to the [cave].
"Look carefully, what do you see?"
The counselor's voice suddenly sounded from outside the narrow opening.
This time without the interference of external forces, Tang Xinjue gathered his spirit easily, and when he looked up again, he realized the difference.
The cave is not really empty. The darkness in front of you that you can't see your fingers is actually layers of black mist floating and lingering!
For some reason, the black mist gave her a familiar feeling of coldness, but it didn't attack her, but quietly floated in place.
This time, Tang Xinjue concentrated his attention without a teacher, and stretched out his "hand" to disperse the fog in front of him.
The mist dissipated slightly, revealing a few things inside.
A small glass bottle was suspended in the air, and beside the glass bottle was a silver ring, which exuded a cloudy yellow halo... Looking closer, Tang Xinjue realized that it was not light, but a yellow eyeball floating behind the ring , is turning slowly.
And floating under the eyeballs was a ring-shaped white unknown object. She had to get closer to recognize that it was a roll of white tape.
These few items are hidden in the black mist, and it is difficult to find them even if they detect anomalies.
Tang Xinjue vaguely understood what this [cave] was...but what was more important was what was in front of him.
When she stretched out her hand to touch it, she felt an invisible resistance blocking her, and the black mist tended to close again.
"You want to take them out?" the counselor asked outside.
Tang Xinjue frowned: "It's hard."
Counselor: "That's right."
As soon as the words were finished, a force pushed her upwards. Tang Xinjue opened his eyes, and the familiar dormitory was in front of him again.
The roommate was watching her with wide eyes.
On the other side, the counselor is sitting tight: "What you see is all the marks you get."
Tang Xinjue pondered for two seconds: "I saw a total of four." - indeed, "some" can be used to describe it.
"Someone reminded me before, but at that time, it only said that I had a mark on my body."
There are two possibilities, one is that Xiaohong can only sense the existence of the mark, but cannot see the quantity clearly; the other possibility is that the remaining marks are increased after meeting Xiaohong.
The counselor nodded: "Your guess makes sense. There are some bad students from a university, or not very decent outsiders, who will leave marks on freshmen for various reasons. But the probability is very small, because the marks are also There is a price to pay. As for those with so many marks on their bodies..."
The counselor carefully considered the words and said gently: "It is indeed relatively rare. It is enough to show that you are a student with great potential."
"Why did they leave the mark on me?"
"Generally speaking, it's for revenge."
"..."
This is the so-called "potential"
The counselor said kindly: "The visit time is limited, and you can ask one last question about the marking."
Tang Xinjue lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and didn't ask how to clear the marks, but asked, "These marks, and the counselor's mistaking me for a dark creature, are they one of the reasons that affect the difficulty of our exams?"
The counselor froze with a smile.
Obviously, she didn't want to answer the question about the wrong hand.
But the words were out of her mouth, she could only cough lightly: "The exam is fair, and I can't answer you about its screening rules. It's just that sometimes, excessive fairness will also bring some omissions... When it thinks that you are competent enough, it will It will relax the restrictions on difficulty, but at the same time, it is also convenient for some people with ulterior motives to take advantage of it."
The counselor didn't finish his sentence, but showed an understanding expression.
Tang Xinjue nodded with a smile: "For example?"
Counselor: "..."
She had to elaborate: "To put it simply, if even the counselors mistake you for a dark creature, then the system will naturally confuse you from bad students occasionally. If the examination system determines that the examinee has a similar bad student existence, the difficulty you endure will increase.”
Tang Xinjue was thoughtful: "I originally thought that the admission was due to the counselor's personal reasons. Because in the dungeon, there are no ghosts... Bad students mistook my identity."
Counselor: "..."
She wiped off the sweat that didn't exist: "Hey, the position in the exam is clear, the situation is special now."
Fortunately, with the next sentence, Tang Xinjue turned the topic back to the main thread: "So, I influenced the system's judgment?"
The counselor nodded: "Student Tang, I'm afraid I'm sorry to say this. The stronger your ability is, the more heterogeneous your breath will be, and the greater the probability of causing system confusion... This is likely to become a vicious circle."
The black fog represents the dark atmosphere, and the objects in the fog represent the marks of ghosts. These two breaths are intertwined in her sea of consciousness, but only the human breath is thin.
Why is this happening
Tang Xinjue had a guess in his heart, but he didn't express it. She and her roommate looked at each other and asked the counselor together: "Is there a solution?"
"This visit was originally just to collect information, and did not prepare a solution."
The counselor spread his hands in a very humane way, as if he was really just an ordinary counselor—if there were no huge static red eyeballs outside the door, and this action did not appear on Guo Guo.
In the next second, she changed the topic: "Of course, out of humanitarian guilt for accidentally hurting classmate Tang, I decided to give you a gift."
She opened her palm and tapped Tang Xinjue's brow lightly.
"This is my encouragement. When you turn it on, other breaths will be temporarily covered. When you turn it off, it will return to its original state."
After speaking, she smiled and retracted her hand, as if she was waiting for something.
Zhang You and Zheng Wanqing immediately realized that the counselor might be waiting for them to express their gratitude.
But before they could speak, Tang Xinjue suddenly swayed and fell to the side!
"Determination!!"
The two exclaimed and supported her. The counselor who was attached to Guo Guo also clasped his hands in fright, and poked his head out: "I, my encouragement shouldn't cause harm to the students?"
Beside the stairs of the bed, Tang Xinjue supported her temples, her perennially pale skin seemed to be upgraded from malnutrition to serious illness as long as she pressed her lips hard.
Just now, he was calm and energetic, but now he is in a state of incomparable weakness.
Tang Xinjue coughed twice, and said softly: "There is nothing wrong with my body, but as soon as I meet the counselor, I can't help but recall the pain that was just one step away from death. To tell you the truth, I have been timid and easily frightened since I was a child. Once frightened, it is easy to leave sequelae, such as delusions of persecution, weakness of limbs, impaired IQ... auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and subconscious disorder, etc. "
She covered her heart with lingering fear on her face.
Counselor: "Yeah, sorry, I just got impulsive. So as compensation, I'm giving you [encouragement]…"
Tang Xinjue shook his head and forced a smile: "No, it is our luck that the counselors can come to visit with due diligence and actively find solutions to the system's problems. Even if you are killed by mistake, it is only out of your care. What about complaining? I will try my best to overcome my psychological shadow in the next exam, after all, my roommate is a psychology major and can help with counseling."
She pointed at Zheng Wanqing weakly.
Zheng Wanqing looked confused: "What are you talking about, but I major in finance, not psychology?"
"Ah, how could this be..." Tang Xinjue covered her face and sighed, "Oh, this is my fate."
Roommate: "..."
Counselor: "..."
Without waiting for others to respond, she said again: "But it doesn't matter, there are always more ways than difficulties. In order to survive, I can also risk my life to find help in the dungeon. Maybe other well-informed classmates and teachers have similar experiences. Among them After knowing the specific situation, maybe it can help me-"
The counselor gasped, and quickly stopped her, "Don't, don't go out and talk!"
She squeezed out a friendly smile: "Everyone has something to solve... Look, what else do you need?"