The improved female villains regained their memories.

"memory?"

“That’s right. I tried hard to recall the past, but I found that my birth, my growth, my parents, and so on were all blurry.” Song Panning chuckled. “So I think what you said is true. That female villain named Ye Buxin usurped the Heavenly Dao and changed the world, but for some reason, she couldn’t weave our past properly and could only forcibly graft it.”

"It's so good that you can trust me." Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, she finally had an ally.

There was no reply. Yang Luo looked down and saw Song Panning staring wide-eyed and breathing rapidly, as if she had fallen ill again.

Then, as if some kind of curse had come true, she lowered her head again.

"you......."

Yang Luo wanted to help her up, but then saw her head tilt to the side and fall down again, almost fainting.

She only heard Song Panning's last weak words: "No matter what, neither I nor you should give up. Give me some time, I will think of a way."

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In Fairy Valley, Yang Pingsheng stood in the courtyard.

Big Yellow lay comfortably in the nest that Little Rain had made for it, and in the center of the yard stood the rocking chair of its dreams.

This should have been the life he dreamed of, but now he can't be happy.

The systematized black cat jumped down from the wall, sat down in front of him, and sighed, "Pingsheng, accept the facts. At least it's not too bad. Xiaoyu has been resurrected and is back by your side. You can live a quiet life with her. What's wrong with that? Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled, a rare occurrence, but there was a hint of sadness in his smile: "What I want? To be honest, I don't even know what I want anymore."

The system said, "The female villains have all started their own lives. Heaven is still merciful; at least it didn't take their lives. They're still alive and well, aren't they?"

He had said this before, many times. Yang Pingsheng's smile became even more bittersweet as he looked beyond the fence into the yard.

He said, "Yes, they're still alive."

The system breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Yang Pingsheng had finally been persuaded, just like before, but unexpectedly, he had a second half to his sentence.

He said, "But we can't just live."

The system suddenly sensed something, trembled, and subconsciously looked up to see Yang Pingsheng looking down at it, those familiar eyes now burning with black flames.

"system."

he asks.

How should one live their life?

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All the past is buried.

With the resources left by Jiang Shiyu, the boy gradually improved his life.

When the coalition government pronounced the sentences on Jiang Shiyu and others, he finally understood what they had been doing.

That night, he flipped through Wuthering Heights, thinking about the words his senior had left behind.

"Be a good person."

He muttered to himself.

"I want to be a good person."

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The boy joined the coalition government.

After several years of study, he was promoted to the core of the mecha due to his outstanding performance.

However, due to physical reasons, he was unable to operate the mecha and could only transform into a mecha trainer, specializing in teaching mecha pilots.

At that time, mecha trainers were a remarkable profession. The mecha pilots they trained had to be recognized by the trainers, and they had to fight and fine-tune the mechas according to the trainers' ideas.

Mentors can choose apprentices, and apprentices can also choose mentors.

Few people would choose Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng's philosophy was to equip mechs with more defensive and healing capabilities, and to position them as support healers on the battlefield. At that time, combat and support roles were the preferred options, which led to very few people choosing Yang Pingsheng.

But someone was chosen; that was Yang Pingsheng's first disciple, and also his last.

She is Xiaoyu.

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Like him, Xiaoyu was also an orphan and was promoted to the core of the mecha due to her outstanding academic performance. However, unlike him, Xiaoyu was in good health and could pilot a mecha.

The first time they met was in the teaching hall. As usual, no students approached Yang Pingsheng. Just as the class was about to end and he was packing up to go home, he saw the girl standing there, blocking his way.

"I like your philosophy. Can you be my mecha trainer?" The girl smiled, a lively and adorable smile.

Yang Pingsheng said, "My philosophy is rather unique. If you follow me, the combat configuration of the mechs will be reduced. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I've read your book and your admissions philosophy, and I really like them," the girl said cheerfully. "I'm open to it, so, would you be willing?"

This is a two-way selection process; after the students have made their choices, it depends on whether the teachers are willing to accept them.

Yang Pingsheng extended his hand: "Of course I'm willing. You will be my first student."

The girl smiled and reached out her hand: "That's great! You're my first teacher too. It's our first time together!"

Hands clasped together.

"Yang Pingsheng".

"Jinyu, Jinyu as in koi, Yuyu as in fish, you can just call me Little Fish!"

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Xiaoyu is a very talented and hardworking child.

She often stayed in the training simulation factory, and when she had nothing to do, she would also stay in the design studio with Yang Pingsheng to design models for future mechs.

On the day the mecha was approved, she ran over excitedly to tell Yang Pingsheng the good news: "They've agreed to our design concept, teacher! My mecha is going to start production!"

Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted her head. He was happy as her teacher that Xiaoyu was making progress.

"I'll treat you to dinner today."

"Great!"

The little fish was as happy as a child.

Neither of them had any relatives, and their master-disciple relationship bound them tightly together. Yang Pingsheng thought that perhaps at this moment, they were each other's most important people.

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Yang Pingsheng's new adaptable mecha solution was rejected once again.

When I got home, I had just opened the door when the lights suddenly turned on, and with a bang, fireworks rained down on me.

Happy birthday, teacher!

Cake, candlelight, a girl's smiling face—Yang Pingsheng shook his head helplessly: "You stole my keys and broke into my house again."

"What does it matter? There's no one else at the teacher's house anyway, and I only came here to surprise the teacher."

"How did you know it's my birthday today?"

"I don't know, but today is the birthday I decided for myself, so from now on, teacher, you can celebrate your birthday on today too!"

Yang Pingsheng smiled, which could be considered an admission.

He never celebrates his own birthday, but what he has in front of him is not so bad.

While eating the cake, Xiaoyu noticed the rejected proposal and asked curiously, "Still no good?"

"Yes, they say it's difficult to find someone suitable for this kind of mecha."

"Hmm... how about I give it a try? My physical strength should be up to par."

"You?" Yang Pingsheng looked at her in surprise, then shook his head with a smile: "There's no need for that. My mecha setup is indeed too demanding, with such a high level of physical adaptation. If something goes wrong during missions or on the battlefield, that would be bad. I'll adjust it again."

“If you descend, you’ll have to remove parts from the mecha, which doesn’t align with your mission to save lives.”

"There will always be suitable parts."

“There’s no need for you to make yourself suffer.” The girl slammed her hand on the table and stood up. “It’s decided. I’m more suited to pilot the mecha designed by the teacher.”

Yang Pingsheng wanted to say something, but seeing how motivated the girl was, he smiled and nodded: "If you want to try, then go ahead and try."

The girl was like the sun, always bringing him light and hope.

She is energetic, helpful, and everyone likes and supports her.

She is the truly good person, and perhaps someone like her should pilot such a mecha.

Yang Pingsheng thought.

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"I'm leaving now. Teacher, eat on time and take good care of yourself."

"Don't push yourself too hard. Although you passed the test, it's your first time on the battlefield, so don't rush in too aggressively."

"Don't worry, the mecha designed by the teacher is so good, it will definitely protect me!"

The girl, who was about to leave, turned around and gave Yang Pingsheng a bright and energetic smile.

"Teacher, you'd better get ready to celebrate my success!"

She left, her figure blending into the crowd.

Yang Pingsheng watched her figure.

He never saw the child again after that.

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The goddess of night shrouded the earth, and thick dark clouds obscured the stars.

In Yang Pingsheng's home, the orange-yellow light gave off a cool tone, and the ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts.

Yang Pingsheng, still dressed in white funeral clothes, sat on the sofa with sunken eyes and a dejected look on his face, like a disheartened middle-aged man.

The bespectacled man sitting opposite him sighed slightly and handed him a document.

"Please accept our condolences. We are also deeply saddened by her death."

"..."