Xue Jing pondered.
"Well, I have to try the distance and see how far away it can be from my original body."
Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the training room was suddenly pushed open.
Accompanied by a sweet and childish "Master~", a little girl named Zong Shichan, wearing a training suit, ran in and headbutted Xue Jing in the arms with a rocket.
Xue Jing reached out to catch it, touched her head, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Sniff..." Zong Shichan buried his face in Xue Jing's arms, took deep breaths, and said intoxicatedly, "Ah, I'm alive again."
"I haven't seen Master for several days. If I can't smell Master's scent anymore, I'm going to die~"
Xue Jing stretched out his hand and hit her on the forehead with a snap of his fingers, knocking her backwards: "Are you taking drugs here?"
Zong Shichan smiled and said, "Master, enter my heart, forget heroin~"
Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hands to pinch her elastic cheeks and pull them to the sides, "... or maybe you haven't practiced enough."
"Hmm? Su Hu, what is this? (Master, what is this?)"
Zong Shichan was holding Xue Jing in his arms, and his hand accidentally reached into his pocket, touched something, and took it out curiously.
Because her cheek was pulled, the little girl's words were a little unclear. Xue Jing looked at what she was holding in her hand.
It was an odd-looking electronic watch, red and white in color, with two small mushroom-like buttons protruding from the top.
"Huh? Why did I bring this thing here?" Xue Jing reached out and took the electronic watch, a little confused.
This is one of the eight divine relics given to him by the Sixth Agency, [GOD-771·Proof of Love].
The effect is very simple and awesome... You can visualize your impression of others, or others' impression of you, into specific numbers and display them on the screen.
The user holds this thing, looks at a target, and presses the button on the left to show his or her favorability towards the target. Pressing the button on the right will show the target's favorability towards him or her.
After he absorbed the divinity from the eight divine relics, he put them back into the box, waiting to be retrieved by the Sixth Organ.
[Proof of Love] was also placed in the box... He hadn't even opened the box, so how could this thing be hidden in his clothes
Could it be a prank by Teacher Wan
Xue Jing thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking.
You'll understand it eventually anyway. There's no point in thinking too much without any clues.
"Master, master, what is this?" The little girl looked at the [Certificate of Love] in Xue Jing's hand curiously.
Xue Jing thought about it and thought that this was a rare opportunity, so he might as well have some fun. So he smiled and said:
"This is... some kind of black technology product. It can show how others like you, or how you like others."
Hearing this, Zong Shichan's eyes lit up and he said, "That's amazing! But it feels like a product like a dog-to-cat translator."
Xue Jing smiled noncommittally and said, "Maybe."
"Master, how do you use this? Teach me quickly, teach me!"
Zong Shichan said with great interest.
"Don't you think this is a product that taxes your IQ?"
"I want to play too~"
After Xue Jing handed her the [Proof of Love] and explained how to use it, Zong Shichan immediately turned his attention to Xue Jing.
A hint of anticipation flashed across her pretty little face, and she pressed the button on the left side of [Proof of Love] towards Xue Jing.
Numbers began to appear on the electronic screen, fluctuating continuously, as if something was being calculated.
As the little girl stared intently, the numbers on the screen stopped turning.
"1365... Master, is this number a lot or a little?"
Zong Shichan asked doubtfully, and showed Xue Jing the number on the Certificate of Love in his hand.
Xue Jing was a little puzzled: "The information I saw said that around 60 points means they can be friends, 90 points or more means they can be lifelong friends, and it wouldn't be surprising if they got married. 120 points basically guarantees happiness after marriage."
"What on earth do you think of me, little brat? How come you charged more than a thousand..."
Zong Shichan stepped forward and hugged Xue Jing's arm, his eyes smiling into crescents: "My love for Master is truly genuine!"
At this time, the number on the screen rose another 30 points to 1395.
Xue Jing: “…”
Is it so simple to increase favorability
"By the way, let me see how much Master likes me..." The little girl looked at Xue Jing happily and pressed the button on the left.
There was a fluctuation on the screen, and this time the numbers stopped in less than two seconds.
[68].
Looking at this number, Zong Shichan fell silent.
"This is a fake and shoddy piece of junk!" The little girl angrily threw the certificate of love in her hand to the ground and said angrily.
"It's fake, it must be fake, how could Master only have this much favor towards me!"
Xue Jing touched his chin and said, "That's a lot. We're already over the friendship line."
He was inexplicably proud, "This is the difficulty of my strategy... As expected of me, I treat beauty as nothing."
"It's fake, it's fake!" Zong Shichan was almost crying with anger.
Xue Jing said leisurely: "Then the more than 1,000 favorable impressions you measured for me are also fake."
Zong Shichan was anxious: "... That one is different, it's the real deal!"
Xue Jing picked up the love certificate, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile:
"Okay, it's just a toy. It doesn't mean anything. Let's practice martial arts."
"Let me introduce you to a new sparring partner. This is my substitute... Qi-force clone."
…
At night, Xue Jing walked on the road, slowly heading towards his home.
He tossed the [Certificate of Love] in his hand, somewhat fearing the lethality of this thing.
This thing, if it tests a good result, it's fine. But if it tests a bad result that you didn't expect, it will be a real harm to your heart.
Zong Shichan was in a state of breakdown the entire afternoon. He started crying while practicing, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, and his sorrow flowed like a river.
I was just half-believing and half-doubting, not sure whether it was true or not, but I was hit so hard.
Although Xue Jing thought 68 was quite high... the little girl didn't think so.
Looking at her pitiful little appearance, Xue Jing couldn't bear it and increased his favorability towards her by two points, reaching the 70 mark.
"You still have to be careful when using this thing, otherwise even I will probably not be able to escape the real damage of the mental attack..."
"People really need some distance and mystery between each other. If you see everything clearly, you lose the room for fantasy..."
Thinking about things all the way, Xue Jing first went to the supermarket and bought two large bags of food and daily necessities, then walked into his own community and came to the garden in the community.
This is the route he takes every day, the shortest way to get back to his home floor.
It was now past seven in the evening. Normally, there would be some people in the garden at this time, but for some reason, Xue Jing didn't meet anyone today.
He walked all the way to the very center of the garden.
There were several benches on the red brick ground, but at this moment, there was only one person sitting on one of them.
He was a young man wearing a black jacket, jeans and sunglasses. His clothes were quite retro, as if he had walked out of the 90s.
It was just seven o'clock in the evening and the silence was eerie.
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped.
Under the dim light of several street lamps, the man slowly raised his head, looked at Xue Jing, extended an index finger, and took off his sunglasses.
With a resolute face and no expression on it, the man slowly spoke:
"Xue Jing..."
“It’s our first meeting… You may know me, or you may not.”
He stood up slowly, revealing his nearly 1.9-meter-tall height and muscles so strong that they stretched his clothes to the ground.
"My name is Yan Xiangweng, and I am Jiao Hongyuan's direct disciple at the Golden Wind Dojo."
"I have a hatred for you, for killing my master and destroying my family. We cannot live together."
Xue Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, "So?"
Yan Xiangweng's body shook slightly, and golden sword energy tore the clothes on his upper body into pieces, revealing a body of strangely shaped muscles emitting metallic sharpness.
He crouched slightly, assumed the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword stance, and said to Xue Jing in a calm tone:
"Although I don't want to bully the weak, you must die here today to comfort the spirits of my disciples and my master in the Golden Wind Dojo."
"Don't worry, I will find everyone in your Canglong Dojo one by one. You won't be alone on the road to the underworld..."
Xue Jing carried two large bags of food and sighed:
"Look at you. You weren't here last night, but you just showed up today and said you wanted revenge. What's wrong? Are you afraid of the strong and bully the weak?"
"Never mind, it doesn't matter... My house is right next door, I'll take the vegetables home and put them in the refrigerator first."
He gestured to the two bags he was carrying.
Yan Xiangweng shook his head: "No, you want to escape."
Hearing this, Xue Jing smiled.
He walked directly towards his floor.
"I'm not consulting you."
Yan Xiangweng saw Xue Jing walking towards home without any defense and frowned, "Looking for death."
He rushed forward, cut through the air, and slashed towards Xue Jing like a sharp sword.
The air flow along the way separated to the left and right of him, like a solid transparent jelly being cut by a knife.
"Is this the level of the most promising disciple of Canglong Dojo? He is still so defenseless and careless in the face of a strong enemy?"
"Forget it, it's your own fault, don't blame others."
Yan Xiangweng thought to himself, and swung his arm, carrying the golden wind sword energy visible to the naked eye, and slashed towards Xue Jing's neck.
Just at this moment.
A light golden translucent human figure suddenly appeared between him and Xue Jing, blocking their way.
"… What!?"
Yan Xiangweng's eyes widened slightly.
The pale golden figure had a face that was almost identical to Xue Jing's, except that he had no expression on his face.
It swung its right fist at Yan Xiangweng's attacking arm.
"Bang!!"
A burst of thunder and fire exploded, creating a huge wave of sky.
Yan Xiangweng flew backwards at a speed far exceeding the speed at which he attacked, breaking several street lamps along the way, making various crackling noises, and finally got stuck in the trunk of a large tree.
"This... this is..."
He covered his trembling right arm with his hand, his face full of disbelief.
Xue Jing himself walked slowly towards his home as if nothing had happened.
"Stop, don't move!"
Yan Xiangweng shouted angrily, stood up, stomped on the ground, causing the bricks and stones under his feet to explode, and rushed towards Xue Jing.
However, just like before, the Qi clone immediately stopped him, and with an expressionless face, he punched him twice, hammering his entire body into the ground like a nail.
"You must attack this taunting clone first."
Xue Jing turned his back to him, waved his hand, and said without turning his head.
"I'll attack your mother!"