Apocalypse Forecast

It was obvious that Fu Yi had some understanding of his father's job. She looked at Huai Shi strangely and asked, "Did you get into trouble during the summer vacation?"

"Uh... yeah." Huai Shi nodded, not knowing what to say.

Fu Yi didn't ask any further and just said, "There's no need to be afraid of him. He's just used to being rough and doesn't understand... subtlety. People who have been on the battlefield are like that. No matter how good their intentions are, they're just not likable."

After wandering around for a while, she received a text message from the student council meeting and returned to her ladylike appearance before leaving.

Huai Shi stayed in the piano room alone until evening self-study.

Following Crow's orders, he took the medicine and practiced the piano for a few hours, completing today's meditation in the process. He felt that as his body developed, the fluctuations of the source material became more abundant, and he would soon reach the peak.

Soon, after the end of his development period, he could start preparing for his Holy Mark. Crow said he would choose a compatible lineage and type for him.

It would definitely cost a lot of money...

Thinking about this, Huai Shi had a headache, but now he seemed to be gradually getting used to this heavy daily routine.

Practicing the piano, chatting with classmates, slacking off, dealing with teacher inspections, making mistakes, receiving reprimands, meditating, drawing silly pictures, playing mobile games without spending money, doing homework, preparing for the astronomy club, reading records of the Book of Fate, preparing for the college entrance examination...

There were too many things to do.

Even though there were many dissatisfactions and things that seemed unnecessary, this was the precious life he had achieved through his own efforts.

Even if it was hard, he enjoyed it.

Then, he left early before evening self-study.

Jokingly, now that he had privileges, did he still have to stay up until after 9 p.m. and ride a shared bike home like before? He could afford a monthly bus pass now!

Huai Shi carried his piano case and hummed a song, deliberately walking around in front of the teaching building, facing the envy and jealousy of his classmates, and swaggering out of the school gate.

Then he was stopped by the gatekeeper.

"Are you Huai Shi?"

The security guard who was playing with his phone had a vague impression of him and pointed to the gatehouse, "There's a package for you... but this won't happen again. This isn't a collection point. Next time, I'll just notify your homeroom teacher to pick it up."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

"What?" Huai Shi was stunned, following his finger to the pile of delivery boxes in the corner of the gatehouse.

For some reason, his hair stood on end.

A substantial chill crawled up the back of his foot to the back of his head, danced a tap dance on his shoulder, and finally stepped on his eyebrows and laughed fiercely, blowing cold laughter in his ear like a cold wind.

He almost couldn't stand still and staggered back.

"What's wrong?" The security guard glanced at him and shook his head, "Never mind, I'll give it to you."

"Wait!"

Huai Shi grabbed his wrist. The old man was stunned, and his footsteps stopped. He looked at him in amazement, as if his arm had been pinched by a little ghost.

"Sorry, I can do it myself."Huai Shi rudely pulled him back to the original spot, took off the qin case, walked into the guard room, and squatted down to examine the package with his name on it.

Amidst the chaotic noise of the TV on the wall, he faintly heard the ticking sound coming from the box.

So crisp.

Huai Shi squatted on the ground, motionless, silent for a long time, until the guard room impatiently urged him several times before he slowly stood up, almost rudely pulling him out of the door, not caring what he was saying, took out his phone, and dialed Director Fu's number.

"Hello? This is Huai Shi." Huai Shi looked at the monitor outside the door. "Director Fu, you can see me, right?"

"What are you thinking, kid?" The middle-aged man suppressed his anger. "As the director of the Special Affairs Department, do you think I have nothing to do all day but to watch the monitor and spy on you?"

"Forget it." Huai Shi sighed. "Come to the school, bring people, preferably with bomb disposal experts...the school is going to explode, literally."

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? What are you doing?"

Director Fu was shocked and asked three questions in a row.

After realizing what was happening, he heard a mess of noise on the other end of the line: "Ten minutes! Wait for me! Stay put, don't move!"

The call ended.

Huai Shi called Ai Qing again to report his situation, and then quietly waited with the guard outside the guard room, more than ten meters away from the door.

Of course, whether the guard uncle wanted to cooperate was another matter. It seemed to have attracted the attention of many people, including patrolling security guards and teachers who were preparing to attend classes.

Soon, the noisy sound stopped abruptly in front of one black car after another.

The muscular men with long guns and short cannons came out of the car one after another, followed by Director Fu, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and walked directly towards Huai Shi.

"Where is it?"

Huai Shi pointed in the direction of the guard room, and Director Fu didn't say anything more. He waved his hand, and two bulky figures wrapped in bomb disposal suits pushed the bomb disposal ball on a small cart into the guard room.

Soon, unfortunate news came over the intercom.

Director Fu's face became even more ugly. He glared at Huai Shi and gestured for everyone to retreat again for a long distance.

After a short while, two experts who had taken off their helmets came out, their messy hair sticking to their foreheads, and sweat dripping from their chins.

"It's solved."

They helped each other take off their heavy protective suits, and then showed Director Fu the box lying in the bomb disposal ball. The countdown on the ghostly thing, which was tied together with dense cables and circuit boards, had stopped at one and a half hours.

"It looks like a pretty ordinary style."

Director Fu didn't look closely, and reached into the barrel with one hand, took them out, and weighed them in his hand, frightening him to the point of almost stopping his breathing.

It was Ai Qing.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, playing with the dangerous item that could blow herself up to the sky. "What's the trigger type?"

"Two types, both timed and impact-triggered. The box will explode when opened or when the time is up. The explosive is ordinary mining explosive, with relatively low power, probably only enough to level this guard room."

The expert gasped for breath, sat on the ground and smoked, "If it was opened in a classroom or something, the consequences would be dire."

"..."Director Fu stood with his hands behind his back, not speaking, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"It's already become a malignant public safety incident." Ai Qing rubbed her forehead with a headache. "Who sent it?"

Soon, the surveillance on the street showed the deliveryman's whereabouts on the screen.

A man with a hat and a hunchback, wearing an old northern express delivery uniform, didn't look like a courier at all. He walked with a limp and stumbled a bit. He kept his face hidden under the brim of his hat and couldn't see his face. After giving the things to the guard, he rode away on his bike.

Before leaving, he seemed to challenge them and looked up at the surveillance with a twisted face with a terrible burn, which still had a past and friendly appearance. He grinned happily at everyone present.

There was no need to recall. As long as they saw that face, everyone who had experienced the turmoil half a month ago could recognize him. He was the nominal leader of the Savior Association...

"Wang Hai?!" Director Fu widened his eyes in disbelief. "He's still alive?"

"It seems that he is alive now." Ai Qing glanced coldly at the screen with his proud smile. "And he even has the strength to challenge us."

Soon, the brief discussion ended. Undoubtedly, this was a provocation against the Special Affairs Department and the Astronomy Society. A remnant of the Savior Association dared to attack New Sea openly. It was like jumping onto a new treasure island at the gate of the Haidao Prison, naked and ignorant of death.

At this point, besides beating these guys to death, there was no other option.

From this moment on, the Special Affairs Department had already started to operate intensively. Soon, the eyes inserted into every corner of New Sea would begin to search for any clues about Wang Hai. Once they found any clues, a group of eager brothers with long guns and short cannons would descend from the sky to teach him a lesson.

From beginning to end, Huai Shi sat on the steps, calm and silent. He didn't say anything, just silent, as if he was daydreaming. After a long time, he came back to his senses and looked at Ai Qing beside him. "Is it over?"

"It might have just begun." Ai Qing shrugged. "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The people from the Special Affairs Department will take you back first. Rest well tonight. I'll notify you if there's any news."

"Okay." Huai Shi nodded and didn't say anything else. He just took a few steps forward and seemed to remember something, turning back to ask, "By the way, can you help me with the leave procedures?"

"Huh?" Ai Qing was stunned for a moment, looking into his eyes for a long time before sighing and nodding. "Thank you."

Huai Shi smiled and didn't say anything else. He just picked up his guitar case and looked at the school that had returned to calmness, as well as the light in the distance from the music room. He seemed to see Fu Yi's shadow from that window, looking at him from afar, so Huai Shi waved to her and said goodbye. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and left.

"I'm back."In the sharp sound of the door latch rubbing, Huai Shi pushed open the door of the Stone Statue Pavilion. Although no one was waiting for him in the courtyard, he still shouted like he was coming home.

The iron door slowly closed behind him, as if in response.

As soon as he entered, he saw Crow standing next to a boiling crucible on the table in the hall, waving his wings at Huai Shi.

"Da Lang, drink your medicine."

"Didn't I already drink it this morning?" Huai Shi walked over and picked up a test tube from the table, drinking it all in one gulp.

"It's a snack, and I adjusted the formula to suit your current situation." After explaining, Crow didn't ask any more questions, but instead curiously tilted his head to look at Huai Shi, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"What's wrong?" Huai Shi didn't understand.

"No, I was just thinking... if it were normal, you would respond to Da Lang drinking his medicine, right?" Crow asked. "Did something happen, Huai Shi?"

Huai Shi fell silent.

After a while, he shook his head slowly, turned and walked towards the bedroom upstairs.

"Nothing happened." He said in a low voice with his back to Crow. "I'm going to bed, goodnight."

He closed the door, took off his coat, and kicked off his shoes.

Huai Shi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the cracks in the wall, as if he was daydreaming. After a while, he regretfully buried his face in the pillow.

"Damn, I'm so weak..."

Outside the window, Crow, who was watching everything, didn't go in to comfort him.

"It looks like he lost badly." She squinted her eyes. "We need to prioritize collecting Holy Mark materials..."

Thinking about the next plan and what to prepare, she returned to the table in the hall and began to jot down notes and drawings in her notebook.

Next is a long night.

Huai Shi's new semester, and the peaceful life he longed for, ended hastily like this.

He was on vacation.