There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 743 - 275: Wang She and Uncle Ling (Part 2)

That's even harder to survive.

Zhang Feng pondered, feeling that something was amiss.

But then.

Buzz—

Zhang Feng, with his keen spiritual sense, sensed the phone vibrating in Yu God's pocket.

When he took it out, it was a superconductor roughly the size of a business card and about as thick as a sheet of paper.

At this moment, there was a message on it.

It was from Principal Ling.

(Don't act yet, come over.)

'So, this is the turning point for survival.' Seeing the message, Zhang Feng realized that his previous worries were for nothing.

But he also understood that if he couldn't withstand the pressure and lashed out to attack suddenly,

he might unnecessarily waste an opportunity.

Otherwise, after reviving, he might try ambushing from other directions without waiting for this 'future variation.'

In the end, he might waste several revival chances.

For a moment, Zhang Feng felt it was a close call, thankful for his mastery of humility and restraint, steadfast in his resolve, unmoving like a mountain.

Otherwise, he'd be caught in this formula of 'future cause and effect variables' alike.

But precisely because of this, Zhang Feng, through this mysterious causal arrangement, gained more insight into these future variables and changes.

Because this is the 'future calculation formula' of text.

It's the kind where as long as he didn't mess around, it was bound to happen.

If one could infer specific details and arrangements based on these changes, as well as what everyone in the school did and thought today,

then this is the future formula of the text.

Using this formula as a reference, maybe he could unravel more about the application of textual rules.

Zhang Feng had started studying this topic in the previous world.

Meanwhile.

In Zhang Feng's sense of fortune, the killing intent from Yu God was gradually weakening.

Outside the classroom.

Yu God looked at the message with displeasure, then coldly put the phone away.

'This old thing... always giving orders all day long...'

Yu God was extraordinarily displeased with such 'command-like' messages.

But thinking about how 'Uncle Ling,' for over two hundred years, not only suppressed him in terms of strength but was also superior in dealing with people and matters.

He also needed to rely on Uncle Ling to handle certain things.

Thus, Yu God in this world perhaps was over two hundred years old, though his temperament remained irritable, his disposition was somewhat more stable.

Quickly, he put away that 'rebellious' thought, obediently went downstairs, and headed towards the northwest office building.

Arriving downstairs,

after some security clearance, he swiftly went upstairs and quickly reached the principal's office on the top floor.

He casually knocked, and a voice came from inside, 'Enter.'

"Uncle Ling."

After entering, Yu God wasted no words and quickly got to the heart of the matter, addressing Uncle Ling behind the desk: "Why not take action?

We clearly found out all of this person's identity yesterday.

This Zhang Feng is the child who survived that car accident over a decade ago!"

"Speak softly," Uncle Ling said, gesturing for him to lower his voice, though the place was fully soundproof, "So what if he's been found out? He doesn't necessarily recognize you."

"We must still proceed with caution." Yu God wasn't convinced, "You must understand, it was I who killed someone, not you!"

"Then why didn't you kill him back then?" Uncle Ling chuckled, "Come on, tell me."

"I..." Yu God paused before saying, "I drank quite a lot, and the impact at that time was too strong, I also passed out."

"Yes." Uncle Ling smiled, "And who was it that arrived at the scene first and saved you, erased your traces?"

"You..." Yu God lowered his head, "It was Uncle Ling who saved me."

"Yes, it was me." Uncle Ling clasped his hands together, "I was busy saving you and erasing traces; when did I have time to check whether all the people in the burning vehicle were dead?"

As Uncle Ling said this, the usually kindly appearance in front of students also turned completely somber,

"Listening to your words now, you're very dissatisfied.

Fine, since you're so capable, why did you pass out then? Why did you let me save you? Why didn't you take action?"

"I..." Yu God's fingers curled slightly, forming a semblance of a fist.

But then he deflated, "I was wrong, Uncle Ling..."

"Good to know your mistake." Uncle Ling slightly lifted his eyelids, "In another month, it's summer vacation for the students.

He's a boarder, staying in the school.

During the quiet time, we'll find another chance to handle it, strive for a clean finish, leaving no trace."

Uncle Ling indeed valued Yu God and was willing to help him wholeheartedly.

First, none of them were clean.

Second, Yu God's talent was exceptionally high; if not for his playful nature in the past century and being led astray by that cunning and treacherous King Snake, his strength would already surpass Uncle Ling's by now.

Such talent warranted significant investment of money and effort.

Third, Uncle Ling had taken care of Yu God for over two hundred years, during which their shared life-and-death experiences and emotional ties.

Made Uncle Ling feel that they were not father and son but better than that.

As for Yu God's temper tantrums and some rebellious behavior,

Uncle Ling viewed them as typical rebellious son actions and defiant attitudes, considering them quite normal.

As a principal now, Uncle Ling had seen many parents of students and understood some student-related issues.

He knew this was customary.

Therefore, he didn't take it to heart.

Indeed, considering Yu God's spoiled and wild nature,

If Yu God were to obey everything he says, Uncle Ling would suspect something was off.

And now, for every word, he would argue back thrice.

Everything seemed to be at odds with him.