Chapter 77: Safety Consultant

The next morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock.
Opening my eyes, I saw a completely unfamiliar ceiling.
Lying on this large bed that could fit three people, I really felt unaccustomed to it.

When I got up, I felt a little irritable, and my skin was a little itchy.
It might be because I hadn’t adapted to the new environment yet.
I got out of bed, started washing up, then took off my nightgown and put on the school uniform Mo Qingyan had lent me.

When I went out, Fan Yuxuan was also just leaving.
He was carrying a bag and looked like he was going to school, just like me.
Although I still didn’t like being with strangers, considering Mo Qingyan’s reminder yesterday that it was best not to take the elevator alone, I still chose to walk into the elevator with him.

In the elevator, Fan Yuxuan asked with a hint of eagerness, “Miss Xia, are you getting used to living here? If you have any inconvenient chores at home, you can call me to help.”

His intentions were too obvious.
I had seen it often at school before.
Many people tried to curry favor with Xia Yubing, offering to carry her bag, treat her to milk tea, and so on.
All I can say is, Fan Yuxuan’s reaction was too obvious.

But this also served as a testament to how beautiful Xia Yubing was.
Men would unconsciously want to pursue her upon seeing her, or at least want to leave a good impression in the goddess’s heart.

Not wanting to disappoint him too much, I smiled and said a few polite words, “Okay, if I have any trouble, I’ll definitely come to you for help first.”

Fan Yuxuan looked very happy.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I walked out.
He followed me like a little lackey for a few steps before leaving.

In Willow Cypress Garden, there were already grandfathers and grandmothers who had woken up early, practicing boxing or swordplay.
It was the most common Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword.
But in my eyes, although their movements were slow, they could faintly stir the surrounding aura.

Those elderly people with vigorous vital energy had more coordinated and powerful movements and could stir up a larger aura field.
The aura around some of the elderly even formed a vortex, and the pattern of Tai Chi could be faintly seen.

I remembered watching TV before.
There were often public service programs on TV teaching the elderly to practice Tai Chi Chuan, saying that it could strengthen the body and prolong life, and they even invited experts to praise it extravagantly.

Now it seemed that what they taught was not false; there was real skill involved.
It wasn’t just for strengthening the body; this set of Tai Chi Chuan probably also had the effect of expelling demons and ghosts.
But these old men and women probably didn’t know.

This was what Mo Qingyan had mentioned before, letting people know the ‘what’ but not the ‘why’.
The martial arts they usually practiced had the effect of enhancing their vital energy and spirit, forming an aura field to block ghosts.
They didn’t know this and just practiced it as a way to strengthen their bodies.

A group of elementary school students ran past me, laughing.
Their vital energy was vigorous and upward, but the amount was still less than that of adults.
It seemed they had a lot of room for improvement.

In contrast were the office workers.
Their faces showed fatigue from not getting enough sleep, and the reluctance and helplessness of having to go to work.
Although the amount of vital energy in their bodies was greater than that of the children, it was as dim as the setting sun.
The quality of the vital energy of some middle-aged people was even worse than that of the elderly who practiced.

And an even more extreme case was a middle-aged man who had just walked by.
He looked sickly and was constantly coughing.
I could see black energy growing on his body, and his vital energy had weakened to the point of a candle in the wind, constantly being suppressed by the surrounding black energy.

“Uncle, are you sick? You should go to the hospital. You’re carrying a briefcase, are you still planning to go to work?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Seeing him in a black suit, leaving at this time, he must be heading to work.

“Cough, cough!” The man turned his head, saw me, and forced a smile, “I’m fine. If I don’t go to work, I’ll be fired by my boss, and I won’t have money to buy medicine.”

I couldn’t refute his words, nor could I dissuade him.
I could only watch as he walked further and further away, enveloped in black mist.
Moreover, his black energy was spreading to some of the people near him.

I happened to be walking in the same direction as him.
I saw that not long after he walked out of Willow Cypress Garden, some faint shadows began to attach to his body.
With such weak vital energy, he would naturally attract some evil spirits.
I estimated that his situation would not be good.

After a sigh, I boarded the 375 bus.
Although this complex was already considered quite close to the school, I still had to take three bus stops to get there.

When I returned to campus again, many classmates took the initiative to greet me.
This feeling of being the center of attention wherever I went was something the old me had never experienced.
To be honest, I wasn’t used to it.

After entering Class A, many classmates looked at me with sympathy.
Not only had the teacher told the students that I had amnesia, but after the accident was announced at the morning assembly, many students had heard about what happened to Xia Yubing’s family.
Many of them came over to comfort me.

After the bell for the morning assembly rang, the students all rushed to the playground.
However, next to the flagpole, I saw a very familiar figure, which surprised me greatly.

“Classmates, as I have told you all before, there have been some safety incidents in the surrounding areas recently. In order to better protect all of our students, our school has specially hired a safety consultant to be responsible for the safety studies and life of all students. Please give a round of applause to welcome Teacher Yi!”

Amidst the principal’s loud speech and the students’ applause, I watched in surprise as Yi Zhiqiu walked up to the flagpole.
He wasn’t wearing a Daoist robe, but had changed into a white shirt and black trousers.
He looked younger, even a bit like a college student.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Yi Zhiqiu, and I am the safety consultant for Jianlong Middle School. You don’t need to call me Teacher Yi. I’m not a teacher, just responsible for protecting everyone’s safety. You can call me by my name directly, or call me Consultant Yi.”

The first thing Yi Zhiqiu said was a slap in the face to the old principal.
The principal could only laugh dryly and let the students call him whatever they wanted.
After all, this person had been sent by his superiors, who said he could help him solve the student safety problems.

The principal was already at his wit’s end after several students had gone missing in a row.
At this time, it was a great blessing that his superiors didn’t blame him.
When they sent a safety consultant, he of course cooperated fully.

Discussions had already broken out among the students below.
I heard someone say, “What safety consultant? Isn’t that just a security guard?”

“He’s so thin and weak, and he’s not wearing a security guard uniform. Is he really a security guard?”

“There’s no need to introduce a security guard at the morning assembly, right?”

“But he’s just one person. What kind of safety can he protect? Even if a madman came to the school with a knife, he might not be able to stop him.”

Yi Zhiqiu could definitely hear some of the students’ doubts, but he still said with a smile, “If any of you encounter any abnormal situations, or feel physically abnormal or unwell, you can come to me for consultation. I will do my best to help you.”