【The Fruit of the Devil: School Edition】(03)

Author: tljtzjzzjj
Word Count: 5304

Chapter 3 First Encounter

After returning to the dormitory, Jun gave me a brief overview of the school
and then reiterated some points that needed special attention. Then he took a basin to take a shower. I had just finished eating and
was exhausted from a long day, so I decided to rest before showering.

I sat on my bed and took out *La Dame aux Camélias* to read. After a while, Jun returned. Seeing me
reading, he asked as he dressed, "What book?" I replied, "*La Dame aux Camélias*." Jun said,
"Looks like you like literature too?" I smiled and said, "A little." Actually, I'm very fond of
literature ; I was the president of the school's Stream Literature Club in high school. However, I don't like to show off, so
that was my answer.

Jun asked again, "Do you know why *La Dame aux Camélias* was so moving and achieved
such great success?" I replied, "Was it because of Dumas fils's writing skills and literary talent?"

Jun shook his head and said, "Not entirely! After *La Dame aux Camélias* became a sensation, Dumas fils
never wrote another work that could compare. As time went on,
an author 's writing techniques and level should have improved. Later, Dumas fils devoted himself to
revising *La Dame aux Camélias*, but the results were very poor; the revised work was inferior to the original! —
The biggest reason for the success of *La Dame aux Camélias* is emotion—real and intense emotion! Dumas fils wrote *La Dame aux Camélias*
only... " It took several days, almost a single, uninterrupted effort. Actually, Alexandre Dumas fils is Armand!
Almost all the stories in the book are true! Therefore, relying solely on so-called techniques without investing emotion to create a work, even if it produces
a piece , will never be a masterpiece! Remember this! Only by moving yourself first can you evoke
a resonance in others and move them in return!” I was greatly inspired and said, “That’s right, the protagonist is actually
based on the author, Michel.” But after a while, I suddenly thought, “For
a prolific writer, it’s impossible to have so many different real-life experiences to write about. Yet, they still
write very movingly—like the tragedy master Victor Hugo.”

I shared this thought. Jun Ge’s face showed a hint of approval. He paused for a moment and said, "
A work must be inspired by 'feelings,' and these 'feelings' don't necessarily have to be based on real experiences. What's real is emotion, not
necessarily experience. It's just that real experiences are more likely to trigger these 'feelings'—a good writer must be
a sensitive and emotionally rich person. In addition, one must have excellent imagination so that one can
express real emotions through fictional plots."

I chatted with Jun for a while before I learned that he was the president of our school's literary society. Naturally, I joined
the literary society as well.

I'm used to waking up early in the morning. Although I was quite tired yesterday and went to bed late, I still woke up promptly at six o'clock.
Everyone was still sleeping, so I got up, grabbed a book, and went out. I walked around to see if there was a good place
to read. After walking for a while, I came to the east side of the school and saw a small grove of trees outside the playground. The morning air
was particularly fresh, and a light mist shrouded the grove. There was a stone bench every few meters,
making for . So I found a stone bench and sat down.

Reading, I didn't realize it was already around seven o'clock, and the sun was high in the sky. The thin mist in the woods had gradually
dissipated. The golden rays of autumn filtered through the leaves, casting dappled
shadows . I walked out of the playground, heading back to my dormitory.

As I walked, a slender figure suddenly came into my view. A girl was walking towards me.
She wore a white blouse over a dark blue sundress. The soft sunlight shone on her snow-white face
. Her skin seemed almost translucent, radiating a crystal-clear, jade-like glow. Her flowing
black hair, cascading over her shoulders, contrasted sharply with her fair complexion. Facing the light, she slightly squinted,
her long eyelashes casting captivating shadows beneath her eyes. Bathed in the September sunlight and the morning glow,
her beauty was breathtaking. She drew closer. She seemed to realize someone was
watching her. Her dark, starry eyes glanced in my direction. The instant our eyes met
, I felt a sudden, overwhelming sensation, as if struck by lightning. My whole body trembled. Suddenly, it felt as if
countless stars and moons were spinning before my eyes! What a glance it was! That glance seemed to last only a fraction of a second,
yet it also felt like it entered an endless eternity! In that instant, she felt so familiar, so very familiar! Like I'd seen her somewhere before!
It must be! It must be somewhere I'd seen her, but thinking back on my short eighteen years of life, I was certain I'd never seen her
anywhere ! I thought that if I saw her again, I would remember her! And never forget her. I know this is
one of the ten phenomena that science cannot explain, called déjà vu—
a feeling of certainty even when you've never seen someone or experienced a scene before. Some scientists explain it as a collision of time tunnels.
Often , those people you feel a sense of déjà vu will cross paths with you in the future! Another explanation is that it's
the difference in the flow of consciousness between life and death. Life and death are a diagram of the flow of human consciousness. From birth, a person has consciousness, and until death, this consciousness
flows smoothly. After death, a person's consciousness travels along a winding path back to the time of birth, and this cycle continues
indefinitely. Because the path after death is winding, memories of life are recorded in segments. Only
memories can be captured by the consciousness of the next "life," resulting in the phenomenon of déjà vu. (This isn't just me making
things up; it's been explained in a science exploration program. They believe that your past self has always existed in a certain spacetime, and your future self
already exists in a certain spacetime! Sensing and predicting the future is a result of a keen sense of spacetime. This makes
time travel possible. Time travel is the turbulence created by the collision of different planes and spacetime. Of course, in science, time travel is almost
impossible unless the spacetime of this universe is unstable. If time travel were to become too frequent, it would only mean that the universe is about to
be destroyed.

But then I realized that staring intently at a girl like that would damage my "great"
image as a dignified college student, so I pretended to "casually" turn my head away. — I thought my turn was slow and
natural , but later when I got to the dorm, I realized I had twisted my neck. Luckily, Jin Gang, who exercises regularly, always had some bone-setting lotion on hand.
While applying the lotion, Jin Gang said to me, "Take it easy when you exercise in the future; don't be too hasty or intense.")
"You need to warm up first, especially in the morning, it's easy to sprain your ankle." I readily agreed.

I knew that if I used my "special ability," I could quickly make her submit to
me . But I thought, that's not what I wanted. I fell in love with her, I wanted a real relationship, not just
"falling in love" with her!

Finally, class officially started. I looked at the schedule: four classes in the morning, two math classes, and two English classes. After
the third English class, Teacher Li said the next class was a listening test. She told everyone to go to the listening room on the fourth floor. I heard from my classmates that
we had to wear shoe covers to enter the listening room, and I forgot to bring mine. As soon as class ended, I rushed back to my dorm to get shoe covers and then headed straight for the fourth floor.
Because it was my first time, it took me a while to find the sign for the listening room. I stepped inside and suddenly
saw many unfamiliar faces. I immediately realized I had gone to the wrong place and quickly turned around and came out. Just then, my deskmate Han
Lin arrived. He said, "Why aren't you going in?" I replied, "This is another class's listening room!" He
laughed, "No way! There's only one listening room. We're having a large class with the class next door."

I went in with him. The front was already full, so I walked to the back and saw that sure enough, there were students from both
classes . Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat! Sitting by the second window on the north side
was the girl I had seen by the playground yesterday! I absentmindedly found a place to sit. During the roll call,
she was mentioned, so I learned her name was Jiang Xiurong. From then on, I always looked forward to large classes.
Oh, and lunchtime too. Everyone arrived at breakfast and dinner at different times, but for lunch, we all
went to the cafeteria together after class. So, I had a chance to see her during lunch. However, because there were so many people, it wasn't guaranteed that I would
see . Before I knew it, almost a month had passed.

It was lunchtime again. When I got to the large cafeteria, my eyes quickly scanned the area. I almost
doubted if I had superpowers. There were over three thousand students eating in the cafeteria, but after nearly a month of "hard training,"
I could spot Jiang Xiurong with just a glance.

I found a seat about ten meters away from her and sat down. —Although there was an empty seat opposite her,
I didn't dare sit too close to her.

I pretended to look straight ahead, not paying attention to her, but my eyes kept glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She
probably ; she wasn't wearing a jacket, just a tight-fitting light lake-blue sweater, which
accentuated her graceful curves. Her skin looked exceptionally fair and radiant under the light blue light.

After a while, I finished eating and got up to go back. Of course, this meant passing by her. —This was
something I had planned beforehand. I made sure my clothes were clean and tidy, and my hair was perfectly styled, before standing up and
picking up my rice bowl (that's what they call it here, it's just a bowl, don't misunderstand and think I'm a super glutton). She
kept her head down, eating. Just as I was two or three steps away from her, for some reason, she suddenly looked up—I
felt as if the entire hall was illuminated by her radiance—and glanced in my direction. Instantly,
I felt that her dark, bright eyes, though gentle, seemed to see right through me!

Caught off guard, I was so startled that my hand trembled, and I almost dropped my rice bowl. I felt my
face turn pale, even ashen. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest! She
only glanced at me before lowering her head to eat again. I had just walked past her. I vaguely heard her friend,
Li Junhua . Then they chuckled. This Li Junhua
was known for her sharp tongue. Had they already figured out what I was thinking? This thought made my face instantly burn
red. As if I had done something terribly wrong, I hurriedly walked away, my heart
pounding , and almost tripped and fell. I seemed to hear the laughter behind me grow louder and more unrestrained. I fled
the cafeteria as if escaping. One Sunday, our literary society had an activity that lasted quite a while, ending around 7 PM.

The cafeteria opened at 6 PM, and when we went back to the dorm to get our utensils and returned, there were hardly any people left, and the food was gone. There was a simple restaurant near our school gate, specifically for students; it was delicious, inexpensive, and convenient. So, Jun, Jin Jiangang, and I went to the small restaurant near the school gate to eat noodles. The owner of this small restaurant was a young man, about twenty years old. He was very honest and kind. However, his three-delicacy noodles were particularly delicious. Although it was called a restaurant, it was actually very small. Only the kitchen was built with bricks, and the seating area was a tent covered with a tarpaulin on a welded iron frame. The three of us sat at the innermost table, chatted for a while, and then the steaming hot three-delicacy noodles arrived. At this moment, three people sitting at the table outside tried to slip away without paying. The owner hurriedly went over and said, "Hey—, you forgot to pay." The leader was about twenty-three or twenty- four years old. He had a small mustache, wasn't tall, and had a fierce look on his face. He rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know who I am?" The owner could tell they were trying to freeload. I thought to myself that small businesses aren't easy to run. Judging from the dozen or so messy plates and glasses on the three men's table , if they didn't pay, the owner might have worked for nothing all month . The young owner, flustered, blushed and said, "I don't know. Whoever you are, you have to pay for your meal !" He paused and said, "Or we could charge a little less, but I can't lose money, can I?" The mustachioed man shoved the owner, making him stumble back several steps, almost falling. He said, "I 'm doing you a favor by eating here, and you expect me to pay? If you make me angry, I'll tear this place down!" With that, the three men turned and walked out. Just as they reached the door, a loud shout rang out: "Stop!" A figure darted out, blocking their path. I looked up and saw it was Jin Jiangang. From the fierce glare in the mustachioed man's eyes, I sensed danger—a fight was about to break out! Jin Jiangang, of course, realized it too. He stepped forward with his left foot, adopting a T-stance, and assumed a defensive posture. There were three . The mustachioed man looked quite capable; the one to his left was slightly overweight, with dark skin, and appeared very strong. The one to his right was tall and thin, seemingly easier to deal with. The three of them formed a semi-circle and surrounded Jin Jiangang. Afraid that Jin Jiangang got up to help. Jun Ge waved his hand, pressed down on my shoulder, and said with a smile: "You don't need to go, it's alright, he can handle it by himself." I knew Jin Jiangang trained regularly, his muscles were impressive, and his fighting strength must be formidable, but as the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. I was still a little worried.

Actually, if Jin Jiangang isn't up to it, it'd be pointless for me to go up there. Since childhood, I've been a staunch opponent of violence and
a pacifist. I'm not good at fighting. Looking at Jun Ge, that skinny, weak scholar, he's not
much better than me. Just then, the mustachioed guy assumed a boxer's stance,
jumping around . The fat, dark-skinned guy and the tall, thin guy slowly approached Jin Jiangang from both sides. The mustachioed guy attacked first,
throwing a punch with lightning speed and power. It was a hard, fast punch; this guy was clearly an expert fighter, a master of brawls.
Jin Jiangang dodged to the side. At the same time, he swiftly slid in front of the mustachioed guy and punched him in
the stomach. The mustachioed guy immediately doubled over in pain, crouching there like a shrimp. Just then, a kick came from the left
. Jin Jiangang grabbed the fat man's foot with his left hand and flung him away. The fat man
collided with the tall, thin man on the right, who was about to attack. Caught off guard, the two fell to the ground. The thin man flew into a rage, stood
up grabbed a long bench, and swung it menacingly at Jin Jiangang. Jin Jiangang raised an eyebrow. Instead of dodging, he
used his left arm to block the bench and punched the tall, thin man in the chin, sending him sprawling on his
back . The fat man, quick-witted, knew he'd met his match. He waved his hand and said, "Stop fighting,
we accept it." He then put the money on the table and slunk away. The restaurant owner came up to Jin Jiangang and thanked him profusely
.

When we finished our meal and went to pay, the owner refused to accept the money. We knew his business wasn't very profitable, and
he couldn't just eat for free. We argued back and forth for a while. Jun laughed, "If you don't take the money, how dare we
come ? Wouldn't that just be looking to freeload?" Finally, seeing our insistence on paying, the owner gave us
a 20% discount. He also said that we would always get a 20% discount whenever we ate there.

When we got back, I was even more impressed with Jin Jiangang and sincerely said, "You're amazing! You took
them down in no time!" Jin Jiangang smiled slightly and said, "In real combat, victory and defeat are that quick! Unlike
the back-and-forth fighting in novels that lasts forever. Even between equally matched opponents, victory or defeat is decided in an instant!"

The next day, during break, I excitedly recounted yesterday's "battle" to my deskmate, Lao Han, with exaggerated details
. Finally, he said, "His arms are like iron; he blocked the bench without getting hurt!" Old Han
said, "Of course he's amazing! Don't you know? He's the fourth of the famous 'Five Tigers of the University'!
His nickname is Vajra; he has qigong. Blocking a bench with his arms is nothing! You could hit him and he wouldn't be hurt." I said,
"This guy really is Vajra!... Oh, what 'Five Tigers of the University'?" Old Han said, "You're really
ignorant . The Five Tigers of the University are all college students with extraordinary skills. Besides Jin Jiangang from our school, there's
Li Yongqing from Nanjing University, who's ranked second; Li Xihua from Nanjing Normal University, who's ranked third; and Chen Gongbo from the Naval Engineering Academy, who's ranked fifth."
I said, "Then who's their leader?" Old Han shook his head and said, "I don't know. I only heard that their leader is called
'Book Sea Dragon,' and he's the leader and instructor among the Five Tigers." I said, "Isn't he the most powerful?" Old
Han said, "Of course! Otherwise, how could he be the instructor?"

[To be continued]

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