The strongest healer

Chapter 34 Attack
Today is Sunday.

4:30 pm, this time used to be the time to go out and relax.

It's different today. Everyone can get their own optical brain and have an hour to communicate with the outside world.

This class was Chen Lizhu's. After class, Song Shi followed him back to the office.

Her optical brain has been sent over by Li Bingwen.

Li Bingwen and Chen Lishu were chatting aside, while Song Shi sat on the sofa in the living room, pointed the optical camera at himself, took a photo, and sent it to Tang You.

and sent a “Have a good week” message.

After doing all this, she exited the chat box and looked at the unread messages accumulated in the past few days.

There is an accounting reminder.

Click in and you will be notified of the deposit of 10 federal coins.

It should be the reward that the two police officers from the city security team had promised her for their bravery.

10 federal dollars is not a small amount for Song Shi today. Although she cannot use it in the controlled school, she will still have to rent a house to live after she leaves.

This 10 federal dollars is enough for her to survive for three months without a source of living outside.

Song Shi quit and went to browse another unread message.

It was a message sent at 11 o'clock last night, from an unknown number.

"Ms. Song, you have to be honest in life. How can you fail to do what you promise others?"

Song Shi almost immediately thought of Qin Yi, who had rescued her in the experimental base.

She had promised Qin Yi to join his company, Safari Group, after he left the experimental base.

But after such a long time, she has never settled down due to various things, nor has she gone through the process of joining the company.

To be more sure, she clicked on the other person's profile picture, found the contact information below, and compared it with the contact information on the business card she had taken before. The number was the same, and it was undoubtedly Qin Yi.

"I'm in a controlled school and can't leave for the time being."

After thinking about it, Song Shi added, "I will join the company within a month."

She promised others at the time but failed to fulfill her promise. It was her problem and she had to at least give the other party an accurate answer.

As soon as I clicked send, a video message came through.

The avatar that popped up was Tang You.

Song Shi pulled up his collar and answered the call.

Opposite you, Tang You is wearing a light pink baby-collared home dress, and in the background is a bedroom full of girly pink.

Today is Sunday, ordinary schools are on holiday.

"You're injured." Tang You stared at her.

Song Shi felt a little guilty when she stared at him, so he raised his fingertips and touched the corners of his mouth.

The photo she posted was not deliberately retouched, and the injury at the corner of her mouth was not serious.

"What happened to your right hand?"

Song Shi touched the corner of his mouth and twitched his finger. How could Tang You tell?

Only her upper body was visible in the entire video, and her right forearm was not exposed at all.

It was only when she was eating that Chen Lizhu noticed that she couldn't move her right arm.

Tang You, who was opposite you, suddenly approached the screen again, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Song Shi: "?!"

She was sure that the collar of her clothes covered all the wounds, making them invisible to the camera from this angle.

Even if Tang You discovered that there was something wrong with her voice, it should have been when she was speechless, instead of revealing all of her situation in three sentences after only 16 seconds had passed in the video.

Even though Song Shi knew that Tang You was careful and insightful, he was still shocked at this moment.

She even wondered if Chen Lishu had told Tang You about her.

Thinking like this, Song Shi turned to look at Chen Lishu at his desk. He was starting a business exchange mode with Li Bingwen.

It shouldn't be him. He and Tang You didn't know each other that well.

Song Shi typed in the dialog box and sent it to Tang You.

"Those injured in the fight will be healed in two days."

"Besides, there's smoke coming out of your head."

In the picture, Tang You's shoulder-length hair is spread on both sides of the shoulders, and there are a few fine downs on the top of the head. At this time, the down is rapidly shortening, and a faint smoke is coming out if you look closely.

Tang You immediately raised her hand to take a picture. The screen shook twice. She put her hand down again. The fluff was half shorter than before, and the ends were still curved.

Tang You looked at the camera seriously, as if nothing had happened just now, "Teacher Zhou Tan said you are about to awaken."

Song Shi tried his best to lower the corners of his mouth and nodded.

Tang You didn't seem to notice, and continued: "You are a violent person with a high probability of differentiation. The school will take it very seriously. I will go and tell the class teacher and ask him to pick you back in advance. He should agree."

Song Shi quickly typed the words "no need" with his left hand and sent it.

Tang You saw it and frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what Song Shi was thinking.

"Fighting can stimulate my potential. I stay here and fight every day and make progress every day. If I go back, I may not be able to awaken." Song Shi typed.

She omitted the role of the system in it and explained it to Tang You in a few words.

The theory she was talking about was an awakening thought that was once popular in the Federation.

If you want to awaken quickly, you need to do more things that match the attributes of your awakening talent.

The violent type requires more fights, the fire type requires more anger, and the healing type requires more injuries...

It was a few decades before humans evolved supernatural powers. It was the first time humans came into contact with this kind of strange power that could not be clearly explained by natural science. Based on their inherent thinking, they came to such a conclusion that was not supported by data.

Later, humans' awakening powers gradually became stable. After extensive statistics and analysis of the opportunities for awakening, humans abandoned this theory and adopted the crisis theory.

That is, when human life is seriously threatened, its potential will be infinitely mobilized, and the possibility of awakening supernatural powers will be greatly increased. Therefore, those who are about to reach adulthood and have not yet awakened with a high probability of awakening will be taken to the experimental base for stimulation experiments.

Even though Tang You didn't agree with the reasons given by Song Shi, she knew that since Song Shi wanted to stay there, he must have a purpose and it might not be convenient to tell him.

"Then please be safe," she said.

Song Shi nodded seriously.

"Do you need anything else? Your class teacher, Mr. Chen, will be in class next Friday, so I can prepare it and ask him to bring it to you."

Song Shi shook her head. The suitcase under her dormitory bed was enough for her to last a month.

"See you next week then." Tang You's voice was sweet.

"See you next week." Song Shi typed.

After hanging up the video, more than half of the hour of using the optical brain had passed. Song Shi had no one to contact, so he continued to search for knowledge about the world on the Internet, making up for it.

In the first class after the optical computer was taken away, everyone was too sleepy and had no desire to listen to the class. They fell asleep or lay down, and some people whispered.

Chen Lizhu was not affected at all. After completing his lecture tasks, he said goodbye to Song Shi in the corridor, and explained that he would be back next Friday and asked Song Shi if he needed anything.

Song Shi shook his head no and watched him leave.

She spent the entire night catching up on sleep. When the bell rang at 9 o'clock, the wounds on the corners of her mouth had become lighter, and her throat no longer hurt like a knife when she swallowed.

After returning to the dormitory, after a brief wash, Song Shi lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, at six o'clock, Song Shi woke up naturally.

She tried to swallow, and the pain in her throat was greatly relieved, almost the same as the pain in the middle of a cold.

She moved her right arm. At that time, this arm was kicked, and there was a clear sound of bone cracking in the forearm. At this time, there was no pain at all.

In order to ensure that his movements would not be affected, Song Shi got up and used his right hand to fold the quilt into neat tofu pieces. There was nothing strange about this series of movements.

The arm injury can be determined to have fully recovered.

Song Shi's state of mind was a little subtle. When he entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, the injuries on his face had healed, and the bruises on his neck and Adam's apple had also disappeared.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her recovery speed seemed to be beyond the normal speed of the violent self-healing system.

From her limited knowledge, it seems that this kind of speed can only be achieved by the healing system, the wood system, and some niche systems.

Song Shi couldn't explain what was happening now.

A burst of cheerful singing sounded from the loudspeaker outside the door, which meant that the dormitory building was about to be cleared.

Song Shi bent down and poured a handful of cold water on his face. After washing quickly, he opened the bathroom door, took a carton of milk from the table, left the dormitory and locked the door.

When he walked into the cafeteria, he had finished drinking the milk. Song Shi threw it in the trash can. He lined up at the meal window and took two eggs.

There was stew for breakfast today, but Song Shi didn't ask for it.

She didn't take a plate or find a seat, but walked directly to the trash can. On the way, she quickly peeled two eggs and stuffed them into her mouth. When she reached the trash can, she threw the egg shells in.

Song Shi patted the crumbs on his palm and turned around.

Tong Jun, and the five younger brothers following him, were gathering around a window to eat.

They jumped in line, and behind them there was a long line of people carrying plates and preparing to eat, but no one dared to complain.

Song Shi walked towards the window, took off the rubber band that had been fastened to his wrist, and quickly pulled up his hair.

When Song Shi came over, she was very energetic and had a strong aura. Many people noticed her, including the two younger brothers behind Tong Jun.

They quickly patted Tong Jun on the shoulder to remind him.

Song Shi had already rushed over, grabbed a dinner plate from the road, and threw it at Tong Jun like a dart.

Tong Jun, who had just turned around, ran into him head-on, covering his head and retreating.

He stood in the first row, with the glass window behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Song Shi had already rushed in front of him. With a little lift of his toes, the fallen dinner plate bounced up. Song Shi grabbed it and threw it at Tong Jun's head.

It all happens in the blink of an eye.

Tong Jun held his head and screamed, waking up his stunned brothers.

They swarmed up and rushed towards Song Shi.

Song Shi was not polite. The dinner plate was her sharp weapon. She grabbed Tong Jun's hair with her left hand and dragged it away from the window, while waving the dinner plate with her other hand.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

Just like the sound of firecrackers during the New Year.

The cafeteria was large and extremely empty, which made the sound even louder and outrageous.

Even in the most corner, you can hear clearly.

"Where did the fight start again?"

The man sitting in the corner looked around.

There were many people blocked in front and they couldn't see.

For them, this sound is not unfamiliar in the cafeteria.

In the past, when small gangs fought each other, they would often choose to fight in a spacious and crowded place like the canteen. Firstly, it was convenient to fight without having to tie up your hands. Secondly, if you won, more people could see it, which meant showing off.

His companion put down his chopsticks, listened for a while, and concluded, "There are quite a few people."

"What do you mean? There are only a dozen people for this crackling one."

Their third companion came back with lunch just at this time.

He put down his plate and sat on his seat, looking strange, neither eating nor talking.

"Why this expression?" The person across the table was curious, "What did you see? Which two groups were fighting?"

(End of this chapter)