Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Summer Wind Drawing Curtains

In the activity room of the ‘Black Lotus’.

Lolan Hill wore glasses and stood before a slate, imparting key points of learning. Below her were about forty students packed tightly into the small space.

Previously, being stared at by so many would make her feel somewhat embarrassed, but with her black hair and glasses, she felt like she was wearing armor, no longer fearing those piercing gazes.

Another reason was that these students truly respected their teachers. Compared to the deteriorating and commercialized teacher-student relationships in her past life, the relationships in the Ivar World were relatively pure. After all, in this era, knowledge was something that could directly improve one’s situation and was a rare treasure.

Outside the ivory tower-like academy, it wasn’t a peaceful and beautiful Eden; it was still a brutal arena of combat. Although the freshmen might not yet have much of a sense of this, the initial and primary purpose of Emanas was still to cultivate excellent warriors for this world.

Warriors capable of becoming heroes.

The objects of combat weren’t just chaotic phantoms from other dimensions, but also the darkness and corruption, backwardness, and ignorance of this world. The means of combat weren’t just swords and magic in hand, but also books, knowledge, beliefs, and ideals.

What kind of person do you want to become? What do you want to bring to this world?

This was almost a question and doubt that ran through a person’s entire life.

The Extraordinary Sequence wasn’t just about surpassing mundane power; it was also about transcending mundane life pursuits and ideas.

Endless pursuit of knowledge and experience, using this as a foundation, calmly thinking and summarizing, exploring the laws and mysteries of the world, this was the Magic Sequence.

Constantly strengthening oneself, power derived from within rather than external sources, roaming freely between heaven and earth, indulging in one’s desires and instincts, achieving supreme freedom, this was the Dragon Sequence.

In myriad predicaments, fearless of injury and disability, discarding everything, taking a skewed path, in madness and slaughter, facing death to live, this was the Demon Sequence.

Heavenly principles cycle, all things should follow the balance and harmony of nature. Excessive bias towards one side is wrong, we should understand and uphold this principle to ensure long-term existence and development, this was the Natural Sequence.

With human bodies, resisting all sorts of adversity, the power of unity and discipline can change the course of history, recreate mountains and rivers, man conquers nature, this was the War Sequence.

Everything should be guided by circumstances, adapting accordingly, thus achieving twice the result with half the effort, riding the trade winds, treading ocean currents, breaking through the waves of seven seas, this was the Ocean Sequence.

Life is a miracle in the world, living means having infinite possibilities and hope. We need to preserve more sparks for this world, this was the Angel Sequence.

Death is inevitable for all, it is the fairest thing in the world. Glory, hatred, resentment, nations, fame, wealth, all end here, stepping into rest and tranquility. Only by confronting death without evasion can one truly understand its meaning, this was the Death Sequence.

While helping others catch up on lessons, Lolan Hill would also share some life philosophies. This wasn’t her intentionally showing off her past knowledge; rather, some things, if not thought about, would leave only emptiness after the hustle and bustle faded.

People live for various desires, but they should also understand why they crave these things. Bread and flowers, both are indispensable, sometimes, flowers are even more precious.

“Alright, let’s stop here today. Sometimes, thinking about your own epitaph can be quite interesting.”

“Thank you, Big Sister Lolan~”

Everyone stood up in unison; they had grown increasingly natural in calling her that.

“Yes, yes, forget it, don’t talk about it,” Lolan Hill shook her head and sat down to one side, watching as the crowd slowly left the activity room.

The weather had become much hotter recently, the sound of cicadas outside the window was rampant, white sunlight shone on the trees and grass outside the window, reflecting a bright green. The rain ash accumulated on the windowsill had become very dry, forming small particles, which were carried away by the gentle summer wind, dispersing without a trace.

“Here, Lolan.” Bumansa walked over and handed her a cup of light red drink, ice cubes lightly hitting the glass, producing a crisp sound.

“Thanks.”

“It’s delicious~ It’s watermelon juice.” Lolan Hill sipped the juice, her lips colored like pale red mountain cherries.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Bumansa also sat across from her. The activity room had quieted down, leaving only the two of them. Warm summer winds blew the curtains up and then slowly down, the light curtains sliding over her arms, feeling like a gentle caress.

“How old is Lolan this year?”

“Um, probably around 16?” She looked like she was that age, but Lolan Hill herself wasn’t sure of her exact age. Saying she didn’t know would seem odd, so she gave this answer.

“Hehe, you don’t even know your own age? Then how many 16-year-olds have you lived through?” Bumansa joked.

“I really don’t know, I forgot a lot of things from when I was young, and I haven’t seen my parents either, so I’m not sure exactly how old I am.”

Lolan Hill said with some frustration. Why doesn’t the system show her age? That’s strange.

“It feels like you’re getting away with something,” Bumansa tapped Lolan’s forehead.

“You use your young age to get away with things others can’t say to you.”

“No, that’s something Ye Ling does,” Lolan Hill shook her head, her bangs swaying slightly.

“Why do you always say such mature things despite being younger than me? It sounds strange sometimes, even though you’re only a year or two younger and don’t seem to have gone through much hardship.”

Bumansa took a sip of juice and slowly spoke her thoughts.

“Maybe it’s because I read a lot of books,” Lolan Hill explained softly. The summer sun slanted across her face, revealing tiny hairs on her fair skin.

“Is that really the case?”

“Some seniors and seniors I met in the library were very knowledgeable, but they also had their own worries, choices for the future, studies, love, and so on.”

“But on you, I rarely see these. Although you sometimes worry, it’s more about dissatisfaction with results rather than confusion about direction,” Bumansa continued.

“Maturity or change is like a house, experiences are like piles of gunpowder inside, and principles are just a torch.”

“A torch can only briefly illuminate the surroundings and cannot blow up the house. There are many principles in books, but without experiencing certain things firsthand, it’s difficult to truly understand their meaning.”

“So, you see life more clearly than I do despite your young age, always surprising me.”

“Perhaps this is your talent,” Bumansa shook her head and continued without waiting for Lolan Hill to explain.

“Well…”

Lolan Hill was originally struggling with how to explain the differences between her two lives, but hearing this, she didn’t need to explain and felt relieved.

“But 16 should be an age for liveliness and childishness. You’re discussing life philosophies with others, which seems a bit incongruous.”

“You’ve lost your cuteness~”

Bumansa laughed and pinched Lolan Hill’s face, who struggled free and retaliated.

“That’s just how I am, what business is it of yours~”

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