Qing Qing

Three days later.

Evening.

"I'm going to report to the Super Seminary now. My parents basically never come here, and the security around here is very good. I'll ask whether we get weekends off, and I'll try my best to find time to take leave and come out."

Today was the day Qi Lin was heading to the Xiong Bing Lian. She had felt so safe spending these past three days with Long Qian, but she had to go.

As hard as it was to let go of their feelings, the country and its people mattered more.

She had also indirectly inquired about the future. Although Long Qian had spoken vaguely and some of the information did not line up, she still believed him unconditionally.

Long Qian was just a little mischievous by nature and loved playing tricks. She believed he would not deceive her about something like this.

"Mm, okay. Maybe in just a few days, I'll come find you!!!"

Qi Lin nodded. He knew what kind of place the Super Seminary was. He had nothing, so there was no point in him going.

Perhaps in a couple of days, someone would come knocking.

He did not believe Deno Three of the Super Seminary could fail to find him. It was merely a matter of time.

Besides, Ge Xiaolun had seen him. Even if Qi Lin said nothing, Ge Xiaolun would.

"Okay... then I'll be going first..."

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"

A wicked grin hung on Long Qian's face, and his skin was thicker than the corner of a city wall.

How did that saying go again? Strike first and gain the upper hand; strike later and live with regret. The weak were still complaining about their circumstances, while the strong already had beauties in both arms.

In three or four days, he had relied on made-up stories to bring them closer, turning their relationship into something more than friendship without quite crossing that final line.

"Hmph... no way. I'll give you a hug instead."

Seeing Long Qian's smug expression, Qi Lin could not help feeling annoyed. Yet she did not know why she simply could not get angry at him. Were they truly so compatible? Was it fate?

She knew very clearly that she did not dislike Long Qian. On the contrary, she liked him very much—a baffling, inexplicable affection. From the first moment she saw him, to the moment she was in his arms, she had become infatuated with him.

"Give me some time. One week, okay?"

Qi Lin's gentle voice sounded from within Long Qian's embrace. He froze when he heard it, then comforted her. "It's okay. I can wait, until the war is over!!"

"I won't make you wait long. You've waited long enough already!!!"

After seeing Qi Lin off, Long Qian returned to his room. After sorting through some materials, he began writing and drawing at the desk.

He needed to organize his scattered memories into a complete chain of recollection.

He still had those photos. Though they might not have much to do with the plot, they were still useful information.

"Ge Xiaolun creating the Xiong Core happened years later, right? Where was Monkey Bro again? Maybe I should go find him.

"Qi Lin... I remember someone saying she seemed to like Ge Xiaolun, but nobody knew.

"Have I gone too far? If Qi Lin finds out the truth, she'll definitely be heartbroken."

He knew the day the truth came out would eventually arrive. It was not now, but it was not far away either.

After sorting out all the useful information, Long Qian flopped directly onto the bed.

"Whew, I'm exhausted. Why does remembering make my head hurt more and more? Damn it, I should've watched it a few more times.

"I suddenly feel a little sorry for Angel Yan. Damn, I really am awful."

Long Qian had a terrible headache right now. Naturally, he could not let Qi Lin go, and he could not let Angel Yan go either. How was he supposed to come up with a foolproof plan?

He definitely could not keep it hidden forever. He could only take things one step at a time. Right now, he truly had nothing.

His lifespan was limited. Even if he truly gained an angel's love, how long could he live?

A system was supposed to pave an invincible path, so why would one need cultivation methods? But his system was truly useless.

"System, your daddy is bored. Come out and chat."

Realizing how bored he was, Long Qian called out the system.

As for why he did not look for Kayle, it was because Kayle had gone to argue with her younger sister and was unavailable.

That was the infuriating part of this damned system.

System: "Host, I do not understand what boredom is!!!"

"How exactly did you find me?"

Long Qian had a serious question. He did not understand how the system had found him. He had not even died.

Weren't systems supposed to appear only after someone died?

System: "Host, in the Great System World, although we possess our own consciousness, we are not randomly matched. Only those with great fortune can possess a system. My appearance on you was not a coincidence."

"So you mean that if there were no restrictions, you could summon figures like Saints, Sun Wukong, the Willow God, or Luo Feng?"

Long Qian had actually studied this system before, but it had far too many malfunctions. Based on the countless system novels he had read, with all kinds of systems constantly appearing, his system had probably violated some taboo or forbidden rule.

A real world could not possibly have a system. If it did, Lei Jun would definitely have one.

Earth was like a game server that had been running for 4.6 billion years without producing a single bug. Even when bugs appeared, they were promptly fixed—for example, Wang Mang, who was suspected of being a transmigrator, and Liu Xiu, the Child of Destiny and Great Magister.

Therefore, he suspected that the system had one hundred percent been subdued by some unknown and powerful force in the real world. Or perhaps, as some novels described it, the will of the Ancestral Star did not allow any outside factors, such as the Great System World the system had mentioned.

His system had probably run straight into the will of the Ancestral Star.

Otherwise, the Myriad Worlds Summoning System—what an awesome name. Just hearing it sounded incredible. And it had a hundred system malfunctions. Without those malfunctions, wouldn't it be absolutely invincible? Wouldn't he be the protagonist of a pure power fantasy?

System: "Host, what nonsense are you dreaming about? Saints are taboo existences in every world. At most, I can summon beings at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. But as you can see, I'm broken now. Everything depends on you and pure luck!!!"

The system's bucket of cold water instantly extinguished Long Qian's fantasies. It was not powerful enough to summon beings like Saints.

"Damn, you really are a useless system. Compared to other transmigration protagonists, I'm practically a trash-tier male lead."

System: "But Host, aren't you happier than certain legitimate male leads..."

"Are you spying on me? Are you spying on me? Watch out, or I'll file a complaint against you..."

Early the next morning.

Still groggy from sleep, Long Qian felt that someone was sitting beside his bed.

"I woke up too hard. Who's cosplaying an angel this early in the morning? Let me sleep a little longer."

Although he had been in the Super Seminary Universe for nearly a week, he sometimes woke up so confused that he still thought he was at home.

A couple of days ago, after getting up, he had even been about to head out to work.

"Male God, you're awake!!!"

The angel who had been seriously reading at the desk nearby was startled when she heard him and hurriedly stood up.

It was only six-thirty in the morning. This angel had thought Long Qian would not wake until seven or eight.

After all, he had been in deep sleep just moments ago.

"You are???"

Hearing that gentle voice, Long Qian instantly woke up and sat upright.

"I'm Sister Yan's attendant. My name is Qing Qing, Qing Qing Xibite."

(Brothers, I think cute angels shouldn't have to die in battle. I also quite like Angel Qing Qing—she's so easy to fool. I'll give everyone three seconds to think about it. Three... two... one. Since nobody objected, let the protagonist become a harem king.)