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Date: October 7th
With a slightly dispirited spirit, Yang Xiaoyou sneezed and sniffled as he walked along the school road.
Last night, just as he was about to climb down the Transmission Tower, he heard the distant sound of sirens. Yang Xiaoyou felt an unusual sense of helplessness at this phenomenon, and he had no choice but to escape through the river on the other side of the Transmission Tower.
Having already suffered injuries, being submerged in water for so long took a toll on his otherwise robust body. Although he felt much better now, he had a fever last night.
It was likely that when he kicked out with such force, the sole of his shoe tore, causing his foot to be scratched by the opponent's teeth.
Although it was suppressed, at that moment, he was clearly on the verge of losing control, and the virus's activity had significantly increased.
If it weren't for his strong resistance, an ordinary person would have likely been infected directly.
Thinking back on last night's experience made Yang Xiaoyou's heart race. Any misstep could lead to unknown consequences.
If he hadn't landed the kick, or if it hadn't achieved the desired effect, or if he miscalculated the timing and the opponent managed to grab hold of the wire at the last moment—any of these scenarios could have led to a completely different outcome.
Without reliable weapons, dealing with such threats remained exceedingly difficult. This incident genuinely sparked a desire in Yang Xiaoyou to carry a gun with him. However, it was merely a thought; after returning last night, he immediately ordered some convenient items online for easy carrying since his finances were somewhat more flexible now.
Meanwhile, this morning's news reported that several cities in the province would conduct routine sampling inspections for Virus Sampling Inspection, warning citizens not to panic as traffic might be restricted.
This news seemed to be a precautionary measure against potential Virus Infection Incidents following the recent Pudong Airport event. Although this excuse drew some criticism, it was likely to be executed smoothly.
From his understanding of Suppressors, Yang Xiaoyou knew that after being electrocuted, the likelihood of virus spread was minimal. Even his own minor injuries had healed significantly by that night. If it were truly a serious infection, even with good luck, recovery would not have been so easy.
In his memory, he recalled instances of being scratched, where the virus in its active state was far more potent than that thing from yesterday, nearly costing him his life.
Using the twisted terminology from those laboratories, his resistance was indeed much stronger than that of an average person, but there remained a risk of infection and death from several other viruses.
While things here had settled down without much issue, the events that unfolded had led him to secretly take away the recording chip hidden by Zhao Liang while passing by, which could potentially serve as leverage against the Common Unity Party in the future.
Now, the supposedly dead Jin Xiangshi was as dead as one could be, yet who had turned him into this half-human, half-ghost state? Undoubtedly, despite suffering such severe injuries at his hands, he had shown no signs of change at that time. Clearly, he had not been injected with the virus then.
It was only during his time in the hospital that someone had used the virus on him, along with a virus suppressant. Given Jin Xiangshi's formidable physical constitution, it was highly likely he would have been able to recover over time.
As for whether the entire chain of the Golden Dragon Dojo was an organization’s soft nail or if it was Yang Xiaoyou himself who was involved, he couldn't make a definitive judgment. He didn’t recall any direct encounters with the Golden Dragon Dojo, though he had dealt with a few true masters of Taekwondo before.
"This kind of situation still manages to intersect; what a twisted fate," he sighed after suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
This moment also reminded him of the last time he was with his parents when he had suppressed his memory persona; otherwise, he might have rebelled again by now.
However, upon reflection, this incident was both accidental and inevitable—it stemmed from the Butterfly Effect he had caused in Kapa City and his subsequent involvement with the Common Unity Party.
If it weren't for the changes in Kapa City that allowed Huang Jing to slip through and trigger the Pudong Incident, the Common Unity Party would never have found an opportunity to step into the limelight, thus denying the organization any chance to act.
It seemed that he himself was still the root cause of these changes. With this thought in mind, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but chuckle at his own self-deprecation.
Yet due to the overwhelming nature of yesterday's events, it felt as if Yang Xiaoyou had forgotten something important.
As he walked through the school gate, a sweet and soft voice called out from behind him, sending chills down his spine.
"Yang Xiaoyou, did you really just leave me like that last night?"
Turning stiffly, he saw Liu Lianyue standing behind him with a pure expression and a smile that seemed to light up her entire face. Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but force a laugh; in his eyes, this beautiful girl with a beaming smile seemed to be radiating warmth.
Nearby students, regardless of gender, turned their attention to Yang Xiaoyou upon hearing Liu Lianyue's words.
As Liu Lianyue walked into the classroom with a gentle expression, she attracted the gaze of many in the room. However, Yang Xiaoyou himself wore an expression as lifeless as a dead fish.
After they set their bags down, Liu Lianyue took Yang Xiaoyou's hand and led him outside while gently saying, "Come with me."
This action drew even more curious looks from those around them. If the rumors from the school gate reached them, it would surely lead to trouble.
Seeing Huang Wei's expression that looked like he wanted to devour him made Yang Xiaoyou helplessly follow Liu Lianyue outside.
"You owe me an explanation," Liu Lianyue said as they reached a secluded corner by the stairs. Her eyes were practically blazing with anger.
After going through so much trouble to help this fellow sneak in and then listening to some meaningless chatter, she had ended up missing him when she had something important to attend to. When she woke up later and asked the leader about him, he was nowhere to be found. His phone was off too; it was enough to drive her crazy.
"Ahem, you know I only know you there, and I have enemies too. You didn't show up, so I felt a bit uncomfortable and left. Um, my friend had to leave too; my phone was about to die," Yang Xiaoyou mumbled. He had no idea how long Liu Lianyue had been out of it, but it certainly wasn't a short time.
Just as Liu Lianyue was about to say something else, her expression suddenly changed as she faced the stairs and quickly turned her back as if looking at the scenery outside the window.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was feeling a bit puzzled, he heard a weak and lazy voice say, "Oh? Isn't this Brother Yang? I didn't expect to see you so soon after arriving at school."
Upon hearing this voice, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes flashed with surprise. He quickly understood why Liu Lianyue would say such a thing and turned to see Zhao Liang behind him, wearing an expression of unexpected delight. "Uncle Zhao? What brings you to our school? What happened to your arm? Are you injured?"
At that moment, Zhao Liang had a large bandage on his left shoulder, and his arm was in a cast. His complexion seemed pale, likely due to excessive blood loss.
The fact that he had been discharged from the hospital so quickly after such an injury showed that his physical condition was quite good, or perhaps his spirit was high. A gunshot wound is far more damaging than a knife wound; the pressure from the bullet entering the human body and the distortion of the bullet itself causes much greater destruction than mere penetration.
"Haha, something like that. I fractured my collarbone and scapula, and my arm is dislocated. Heh, looks like I won't be able to lift heavy things with my left hand anymore—it's practically useless now," Zhao Liang said with a carefree laugh.
"Then why aren't you resting properly in the hospital?" Yang Xiaoyou was surprised to find that Zhao Liang's injuries were worse than he had anticipated. Such bone injuries might not be life-threatening, but for an ordinary person, the aftereffects could last a lifetime.
"I just couldn't sit still. I came to check out the future work environment. With this injury, I guess I'll have to retire early and take it easy. Coincidentally, my younger brother is studying here too, so I took a job here. From now on, I'll be your teacher," Zhao Liang said with a smile, his gaze filled with nostalgia.
Yet there was still an undeniable hint of regret in his eyes. To encounter such misfortune in the prime of life was indeed a bit tragic.
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