The strongest healer

Chapter 286 Prophecy 2
Lu Xing suddenly became confused.

Before he came to participate in the Pioneer Program selection, he was undoubtedly the number one in the Federation. Why are there so many threatening opponents now?

It was the first time that Lu Qian saw frustration in his brother's eyes and he was stunned for a moment.

Lu Xing wiped his face, put away the unnecessary expression on his face, and asked in a muffled voice, "Where is Jiang Chifeng? I heard a lot of people compare me with him. How strong is he?"

"he……"

Under Lu Xing's long gaze, Lu Qian exhaled, "...his silver wolf is very strong. He can control the wolf. In his prime, his strength may be stronger than yours. Now...he has not grown to his prime yet."

Another big threat! Lu Xing's eyebrows were gloomy.

"We should allow the existence of people who are better than ourselves," Lu Qian said in a low and hoarse voice with mixed emotions. He lowered his eyes and stared at his own eyes reflected in the clear wine, "because the efforts and costs they have put in are far greater than you can imagine."

Lu Xing looked at him in surprise. He felt that his brother's mood suddenly became strange, but he couldn't tell what was different.

Lu Qian calmed down without leaving any trace, "Who else do you want me to analyze?"

"Zhang Wenjing, the violent type from the Ninth Base," Lu Xing said, "He must have trained with Song Shi before coming to the training base. He was tortured by Song Shi many times. His hatred for Song Shi seems to be stronger than mine."

When Lu Xing is in a stable mood, he is willing to tease himself. He can admit that he "hates" Song Shi, but others cannot say that.

"Well...his sword glows with all kinds of colors, which is ugly," Lu Xing added.

"Zhang Wenjing..."

Lu Qian recalled Zhang Wenjing's behavior over the past few days and tapped the coffee table subconsciously.

"He's emotionally...not very stable."

The reason for his anger was even more unreasonable than Lu Xing's.

"He is very arrogant about his own strength. This type of violent type is the same type as you. He cannot control his emotions and has difficulty finding matching teammates. You are the pinnacle of this type of violent type, and he will not surpass you."

Lu Xing stared at his brother, unable to tell whether he was praising him or scolding him.

However, Lu Xing was slightly relieved when he didn't hear words like "hidden strength", "all-round talent", "no worse than you", and "still have room for improvement".

Lu Qian's analysis was not yet finished, and he seemed to be thinking, "Zhang Wenjing actually gives me a feeling."

"What does it feel like?"

Lu Qian considered how to describe it: "He has a strong sense of self-destruction."

Lu Xing frowned.

The sense of incongruity of putting the words "Berserk" and "Self-destruction" together is comparable to the sense of violent healing.

Uh...Song Shi is an exception.

"Why?" he asked anyway.

"Maybe it's the sadness that sometimes appears inadvertently in his eyes. I don't know his experience and can't make an accurate inference. If you want to know, I will investigate him." Lu Qian said.

"Forget it." Lu Xing refused.

Specifically investigating a person who is weaker than himself shows that he is very unconfident in himself.

"You've already said that he is not qualified to be my enemy. I just need to understand my enemies." After that, he drank the wine in front of him in one gulp, grabbed the towel on the table, left a sentence "Drink less", and left Lu Qian's dormitory.

Lu Qian looked at his back as he left and threw himself on the back of the sofa: "Your only enemies are the beasts... How many times do I have to say it..."

……

During this early morning period, the busiest person is Li Bingwen from the Ninth Base.

Calls kept coming in one after another, and he didn't dare to sleep. With the experience of Lu Xing and Lu Qian, he treated every call very well and did his best to answer the other party's questions.

It was not until dawn that the communications stopped. Li Bingwen rubbed his eyes and took a nap on his desk.

……

The time came to 5:40.

Training base exercise field.

People's impression of Song Shi has undergone a drastic change.

"As expected, the healing system means stable emotions. If I had gone through so much, I would have let the world be buried with me."

“As a fellow healer, I can’t imagine how desperate I would have been if I had been sent to a detention school before my awakening and encountered all those things. I would have cried out to heaven and earth but no one would answer me. I probably wouldn’t even be standing here alive.” As the young man spoke, he couldn’t help but began to cry.

"Fortunately, Song Shi woke up in time. Those people in the gang deserve to die!" someone exclaimed.

"It's all because of the deputy captain's orders. People like this who have money and power but still oppress ordinary people deserve to die!"

"It's hard to imagine that if Song Shi hadn't fought hard and fought her way out of a place where order had collapsed, she would have been quietly dealt with, and no one would have stood up for her. At this time, we would not have known that there was a genius in the world who combined three systems into one."

"Now that you mention it, does it mean that the family of the deputy captain of the City Security Team almost destroyed the hope of our entire human evolution?"

"Why not? I'm still waiting for the research institute to work out a way to awaken multiple systems. Song Shi was almost killed by them. No, I have to ask my dad to investigate all their relatives. I want to vent my anger for Song Shi!"

Amidst the voices expressing their indignation for Song Shi's unfair treatment, a different voice suddenly emerged.

"Haha, what's the point of you saying these hypocritical words here? At that time, Song Shi was sent to the research institute for two months and was almost not released. Do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with the family behind you? What's the difference between you and that deputy captain?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people cast displeased glances at the person who spoke.

Jiang Chifeng.

Jiang Chifeng crossed his arms over his chest, and the hair on his silver-white ears stood up. Today, he wore an emerald-like earring on his right ear, which matched his long oval green animal pupils. He swept his eyes over this group of hypocritical people, firing at full force:

"What are you looking at? Am I wrong? You really think you are so noble, but you just want to suck Song Shi's blood. You are so arrogant and self-righteous, it's disgusting!"

Jiang Chifeng's curse reminded many people of the protest storm that broke out more than two months ago. The slogan of "Release the Dual-Section Song Shi" swept across eleven bases. It was so big that it was impossible that no one had heard of it.

One of the young men raised his hand to remove himself and said in a stern voice, "That's the blame that you, the children of aristocratic families, should bear. Don't put it on me. Song Shi's life before he awakened was miserable, and so was I. Everyone living in the outer city of each base was miserable before they awakened. If you want to scold, Master Jiang, don't scold everyone along with him."

Jiang Chifeng snorted coldly, "I didn't mention anyone by name, so don't put the blame on yourself. Everyone knows who I'm talking about."

The situation began to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Jiang Chifeng single-handedly brought the voices of whispered discussions that were originally held in private to the surface. The arguments were so numerous that they could be heard as far away as Song Shi's side.