Just a Feint

After morning self-study ended on Tuesday.

Jiang Ning strolled alone along the campus's main road.

In his previous life, after transferring to Yuzhou No.4 Middle School, he had always felt a sense of urgency—frustration at failing to gain the approval of the girl he liked, anxiety over his grades refusing to improve.

When he saw the outstanding students in his class and grade, he would also feel powerless, ashamed of his own inferiority.

And there was the hostility that came with being born poor.

It had not been limited to high school. Even after entering university and then society, restlessness and hostility had always filled his heart.

They drove him forward in confusion, keeping him busy living—or busy dying.

Only after cultivating that technique had he lost that sense of urgency. The hostility that had shadowed him because of his poor background had vanished as well.

Now that he had started over, he had gradually recovered many emotions. Yet to him, aside from life and death, everything else in this world had ultimately become far more indifferent.

He was more numb than ordinary people. Many things ordinary people cared about—dignity, vainglory, even humiliation—often failed to stir matching emotions in Jiang Ning.

Still, being able to realize that was also proof that his journey through the mundane world had indeed borne fruit.

At least I can recognize it now.

Thinking of certain things, Jiang Ning smiled.

Some time ago, Chen Siyu had complained that Six Walnuts was a complete scam. She drank a can every day, yet she still had not become smarter.

She had even brought up the Brain Platinum from her childhood, saying that she had eaten it every day and still had not become smarter.

All the advertisements on TV were scams.

Bai Yuxia had told her, "The