85 Blooming Spring, the Exhausted Man and the Old Book (2/2)

Nine people in the building fainted today.

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It was the afternoon of the fifth day, outside the old library.

”Back off! It's still the living person who has been boiled!”

The same four executive staff in academy robes carried the unconscious Ning Que out of the old library in no hurry, weakly complaining about it with few words. Doctors waiting outside the building saw the familiar face again and couldn't help sighing.

Four people in the building fainted today.

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It was the afternoon of the sixth day, outside the old library.

”Back off!”

Four executive staff in academy robes simply said two words, and then threw someone into the shadow outside the building.

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The temperature got higher as spring came. Students from the Academy, however, did not make any progress in challenging the old library. Instead, they were gradually defeated in the following days as their unforgettable experience made most students believe that books in the old library were too difficult for them to deal with. Therefore, fewer and fewer students would go to the second floor.

Ning Que still kept on trying, getting a big meal and having a walk around the wetland for three laps, and then climbing the building. He fainted and was carried away every time. He didn't lose confidence, however, nor did he give up. He just got an increasingly paler and smaller face. He became weaker as he climbed the library.

He climbed the library, then he was carried out. Without exception.

One afternoon, Ning Que ate two dishes of mushroom chicken rice and two pieces of steamed bread with a plate of red wine belly silks. He then washed his hands in the wetlands, and once again went to the old library.

Students in the Academy had now forgotten that Ning Que got three A+s in the academy entry exams. All they knew was that the lad was the most famous and craziest man in class C. When he appeared at the entrance of the old library, all students, reading or taking notes by the side of the windows, which couldn't be taken away, raised their heads up, murmured, and looked at him.

”Is this guy crazy?”

”How long will he stay upstairs today?”

”Half an hour?”

”I don't think so. He will be carried out after a tea time, at most.”

”I am more curious about who will go downstairs sooner, he or Childe Xie.”

”Childe Xie has the potential for cultivation. How about him?”

”Why does he try so hard?”

”I think it is because he wants to compete with Xie Chengyun, why else?”

Ning Que did not pay attention to these whispered discussions. He looked at the stairs in front of him, wringing his slightly trembling right wrist with his left hand. He forced himself to give up the idea of withdrawal and go on with a deep breath. Only he himself knew the stairs would be more steep and difficult and longer than yesterday.

Watching him difficultly go upstairs, and seeing his pale face, the students' views downstairs became more and more complex. Many students suspected his purpose or disdained his obsession. All, however, had to admire his will and perseverance.

Ning Que went on another floor and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. He silently walked to the bookshelf by which he stood every day. He drew out the book, which he had been reading for many days. But he still could remember nothing from this thin book.

The empty floor was enveloped in calm. In addition to Ning Que, only one student could continue. Xie Chengyun sat at the end of the bookshelves with his legs crossed. He put a book on his knees as Ning Que did, his face as pale as a blank piece of paper.

Ning Que knew Childe Xie was here as he had the potential for cultivation to pass the course of magic skills course. So he was not surprised that he could stick for such a long time. But he had not expected how students in the Academy would talk about them when they were the only two left on the second floor.

In the eyes of many students and even instructors, Ning Que and Xie Chengyun had been up against each other since the academy entry exams. None of them wanted to give up first. Therefore, they continued to come to the old library and put in great effort.

Ning Que did not hear of these discussions, nor did he know whether Xie Chengyun came here for this reason. Even if he knew these ideas, he could care less as he only knew why he came here every day. Although he had obtained nothing, he would keep on trying.

He came here because he liked and needed to do this. That was the reason.

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