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[Spiritual level has been raised to D]

Xiang Yu suddenly felt his mind clear up considerably, as if he had experienced an eight-hour dreamless sleep, feeling relaxed and profound.

And he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like his mind was working faster.

"Hoo... Let's enter flow."

What should we ask now?

Asking whether the student is male or female does eliminate half the students, but it only eliminates half and doesn't reduce the difficulty much.

...Then let's take a gamble.

"Does that Child of the World look particularly special?"

"……yes."

Bet right.

Xiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that someone who could be called the "Child of the World" must be exceptionally good-looking.

Liu Bei had arms that reached past his knees and ears that reached his shoulders, yet he still managed to divide the world into three kingdoms. How extraordinary must he have looked to be called the Son of Heaven?

Exceptionally good-looking? Exceptionally ugly? Male with feminine features and female with masculine features? Looks like Majin Buu? Has the appearance of an ancient god? Like a character from a Chinese folktale?

It doesn't matter. After eliminating generic faces, it should be much easier to find them.

If it looks unique enough, isn't it easy to find one?

However, after asking the question, he became quite listless, but he vaguely felt that his mental strength seemed to be able to support asking one question a day.

As long as I get a full night's sleep, the mental energy I expended asking questions can be replenished, and I won't need to rest for several days like before.

Next, all I have to do is wait for the students to leave school, and then observe them one by one to see who has an extraordinary presence...

Xiang Yu planned to find a place where he wouldn't be easily spotted, and luckily, there was a large willow tree at the corner of the high school gate that could hide him.

This willow tree is probably decades old. It is very thick and strong. Although it has no leaves in winter, its thick trunk alone makes it easy for a few people to hide in the corner behind it.

After all, if I have to observe students like a security checkpoint, I might be mistaken for a human trafficker if I am noticed.

So it's still best to do it secretly...

Holy crap.

As soon as Xiang Yu turned to the willow tree, his feet froze in place.

Under the shade of a tree, there was a pair of high school students.

They are kissing.

The school uniforms were wrinkled, the boy's hand was on the girl's shoulder, and the girl tilted her head slightly. It was an ordinary, innocent scene of youth.

But that's not what's keeping Xiang Yu stuck in place.

These two people are dead.

The two were kissing, but their expressions were not sweet; instead, they were terrifyingly ferocious, as if they had seen something that should not be seen by humans in the last moment of their lives, and then their lives came to an abrupt end.

However, the two people's movements were exactly the same as when they were alive. Only when they got very close could you see that their skin was pale and bloodless, like two plaster statues.

This bizarre sight made Xiang Yu's heart clench.

He then took two steps back and stepped out of the shade of the willow tree, where he was spotted by an elderly woman who ran a convenience store near the school gate.

"Young man, are those two ever going to stop? They've been chewing on each other for ages. Don't young people know how to restrain themselves?"

"...Most of a day?"

"Yeah, they started kissing in the morning, and by noon they were thirsty from kissing so much they came to buy me a bottle of water. And then they kept kissing until evening... These young people nowadays, they're really wasting their lives on frivolous things. Why don't they just kiss themselves to death?"

Xiang Yu didn't reply, but frowned. He then stepped forward again to take a closer look and discovered that the two people had died in different ways.

The woman's expression was one of utter despair, while the man's expression was one of utter agony.

"...Tsk." Xiang Yu squeezed out a sound through gritted teeth.

The world is starting to become strange.

Xiang Yu quickly turned around, then pretended to be panicked and shouted at the old woman, "Auntie, call the police! Someone's dead!"

"What?!" The middle-aged woman was stunned. She had thought the two of them were crazy for kissing for so long, but it turned out that someone had actually died?

Wait a minute, how could someone die just from a kiss?

The woman rushed forward in a panic, and upon seeing the two pale-faced people, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost fainted from fright.

"Ouch! This, this..."

The woman was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet, attracting the curiosity of passersby who began to gather around.

"What's wrong? Why are you so scared? Don't overreact..."

Holy crap!

Then the passersby were also frightened.

Several people rushed to a phone booth to call the police, and the scene was in chaos.

Two high school students died from kissing. What a way to die...

Xiang Yu, taking advantage of the chaos at the school gate, quietly ran to the school wall, pressed his hands against the top of the wall, pushed off with his legs, and climbed over into the school.

He pondered what had just happened. The death of the high school student was definitely not a coincidence; something was at play behind it all.

As for whether it's related to the thing that ended the world...

Xiang Yu didn't know that he knew too little about the world to make any assumptions.

……

"Ring ring~"

The school bell rang, and Anling tidied her desk, preparing to organize the notes she had taken throughout the day.

The last class today was Chinese, and we studied "The Short Day is Bitter" by Li He. However, this poem is an elective and not tested in the college entrance examination, so most people didn't pay much attention to it.

However, this poem left a deep impression on Anling. For some reason, Anling always felt a chill down her spine whenever she heard Li He's poems.

I really don't know what Li He went through to be able to write something so frightening.

Yan Xiaoqing, who was standing to the side, had already tidied up her desk and was yawning. She had never liked listening to Chinese lessons. Every time she listened, her eyelids would droop and her eyes would be filled with tired tears.

Just as Yan Xiaoqing was wiping away her tears, she caught a glimpse of a shy boy at the classroom door, who seemed to be clutching a letter in his hand.

"I...I'm looking for Anling..."

"Hey, Anling, someone's going to confess to you again." Yan Xiaoqing said unsurprised. Anling was indeed too beautiful, which made Yan Xiaoqing unable to feel jealous.

In the not-too-distant year of 2026, holding a school beauty pageant would be a foolish thing to do. Students, especially boys, simply don't have that much energy, and no one would be so idle as to actually compare who is pretty and who is ugly.

But in this era of everything flourishing and progress, with the Internet just beginning and endless possibilities for the future, students were full of energy, and there really was a bunch of idle people with nowhere to release their energy, who then selected the school's most beautiful girl.

Without a doubt, it's Anling.

However, An Ling had no intention of accepting the boy's confession at the moment; her heart had already been occupied by another man.

Will the man in the diary really appear today?

An Ling thought to herself.

She looked out the window again. The sun had already set, and the sky was shrouded in darkness, but there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The starry sky was spread out without reservation.

It's raining, it's scary, I'm too frightened to move.

An Ling thought of the rain in her diary and couldn't help but shake her head.

Yes, it's a sunny day today, and the weather forecast on TV said there's no chance of rain.

Besides, at this temperature, even if something falls from the sky, it can only be snow.

And there's nothing scary about rain.

See? That diary wasn't 100% accurate after all...

An Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She desperately hoped that everything before was just a coincidence. If the diary entries were fake, then no one would have died.

That's great.

With a sense of relief at having regained what she had lost, she walked to the classroom door and, as gently as possible, spoke to the boy who was clutching the letter and trembling with nervousness: "I'm sorry, classmate, I'm focusing on my studies right now and don't have any plans to date..."

Although these words sound like a simple rejection, they truly reflect An Ling's true feelings. Her family's upbringing made dating in high school an absolute taboo for her.

But when he finished speaking, the boy didn't lower his head and run away in disappointment as expected.

He froze on the spot, his eyes widening and widening until they bulged out, as if something was slowly pushing them outward from the inside of his skull.

"Eh?"

"...Ahhh," the boy's lips trembled as he forced out a few words, "My head...it hurts so much."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The boy's head suddenly exploded, and blood gushed out, landing on An Ling.

It was like rain.