Chapter 182 The Beginning of Destiny
2009 AD.

With half an hour left before the end of the mock exam, Su Beixun wrote the last period on the white paper.

The minute hand chases the hour hand, making a constant ticking sound, urging the students who have not yet finished writing to write harder.

It was as if the paper was transparent and they figured it out.

Su Beixun raised his face, looked at the time, then looked at the sky through the small window, lost in thought.

The vast land was filled up by the towering buildings. The wind squeezed through the gaps with difficulty, bringing with it a dull and burning smell.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains and was squeezed into a column. The dust in front of the blackboard swirled up and down in the light, so dense that it seemed that just one glance at it would choke your breathing.

The students in the front rows of the classroom fanned themselves in front of their faces while flipping through their papers, but the teacher glared at them and they put their papers down in dismay.

Everything is so normal.

It's so common that in a movie, even a one-second close-up would feel like a waste of footage.

Nourishing ~
There was a sudden electrical noise from the overhead radio, and a loud female voice came from the speaker, announcing the end of the exam.

The test papers were collected one by one and sealed. Chairs were pushed and pen caps were put on. The noisy sound suddenly swept the classroom. People discussed the difficulty of the test and the choice of answers in twos and threes, and then extended to dinner or games.

Adolescent boys and girls are passionate about everything.

Su Beixun threw the pen back into the desk pocket and walked out of the classroom.

At half past five, school is over.

"Su Beixun." Someone called him from behind.

It was a girl. Perhaps because she was in a hurry to catch up, she still held the pen for the exam in her hand. She was wearing clean white sneakers, her long hair was tied into a ponytail and hung at the back, and her charming smile could not be concealed by her tacky school uniform.

Su Beixun turned around and looked at the girl who was recognized as the most beautiful in the class, and smiled as usual: "What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend, and Fast & Furious 4 is showing in the theaters. Do you want to watch it together?"

"Sorry, I'm busy."

"Then I'm willing to help." The girl didn't hesitate for a second.

She opened her light brown eyes, the sun shining in them, like the brightest star in the night sky: "No matter what you do, I am willing to help you."

Su Beixun could only remain silent.

The girl scratched her hair: "So, I was rejected again?"

"…I'm sorry, but I don't want to be distracted until I get into college."

"Ha, it's like a lame excuse for someone who's been pestering you and you have no other options."

The girl smiled and took out two movie tickets from her pocket and gave them to him: "Then keep up your good habits until we meet in college."

Su Beixun looked at the hand that had been in front of him, as if it would not be taken back unless he wanted it. He sighed and had to take it: "What is this?"

"Tomorrow afternoon at 4 o'clock, in the middle of the fifth row of Wansheng Cinema. This is the best place to watch movies that I have repeatedly asked for."

The girl walked briskly past him, her soft hair brushing his face in the wind. She stood at the corner, under the halo of sunlight, and raised her arms to him.

"I've given you both tickets, so don't worry about me messing things up! Have a great weekend, and see you next week!"

The black ponytail draws a graceful arc.

Su Beixun leaned against the window and watched her leave the school and get into an elegant black car.

Then he turned around and threw the two tickets in his hand into the trash can.

He hated this kind of socializing that was a waste of time and was of no use to him.

Amid the running crowd, Su Beixun walked on the steps on both sides of the road, one step at a time towards home.

The sweltering heat didn't even stop at night, but everyone preferred to run around in sweat rather than in an air-conditioned classroom.

Laughter and joy filled the air, mixed with curse words.

Su Beixun took out the key and inserted it into the door of the apartment next to the school, but he suddenly froze when he turned it.

The half-closed door slowly opened as he inserted the key, and a cool breeze flowed out from inside, caressing his ankles.

"Brother! Welcome home!"

A little kid was lying half dead on the sofa with a popsicle in his mouth. When he saw him come back, he raised his neck, greeted him, and then quickly put it down again.

The air conditioner overhead was set to low, humming at its best.

Su Beixun glanced around the house, which was fairly tidy this time, and put down his schoolbag as if nothing had happened.

Go into the kitchen.

The flames leapt up and licked the bottom of the pot, and the orange oil bubbled upwards.

Soon, the aroma spreads.

The child shrugged, stood up, and trotted to the dining table. He was too short, probably no more than eight years old, and he could only barely show his eyes when he stood on tiptoe.

He stared at the steak, which was obviously only for one person, and his chubby face was full of dejection: "There's no portion for me!"

"Of course not." Su Beixun glanced at him and said, "You are just a personality I imagined. I can't eat you even if I do it."

"Nonsense!" The child waved the popsicle in his hand, and the transparent sugar liquid spilled on the ground: "I can obviously eat!"

"I've never had popsicles at home, and after you've eaten them, all traces of the debris disappear without a trace."

Su Beixun chewed his steak slowly and presented evidence: "More importantly... I secretly filmed it with surveillance cameras, and there is not a single trace of you on it."

The child had nothing to say. He pouted, propped himself up with both hands and half hung on the dining table: "Let's take a step back, even if I'm fake, I've been with you for four years, so what's wrong with you bringing me a portion when you cook?"

"Trouble." Su Beixun said concisely.

The child angrily threw the stick into the trash can, and lay back on the sofa, leaving only his back to him.

after dinner.

Su Beixun packed up everything and took out his homework from his schoolbag. The college entrance examination was getting closer and closer, and even a well-known school like Shilan Middle School could not escape the destruction of the sea of ​​questions.

"Eh? Brother, you still have it with you?"

The child, who had calmed down, came up behind him at some point and took out an envelope from the interlayer of the test paper.

The envelope was very thin, the red wax seal had been opened, and there was a folded piece of paper inside.

The child unfolded the letter and pointed at the name on it: "Kassel College... According to the introduction, it's a pretty impressive aristocratic school. Brother, do you really want to go there?"

"Why do you think so?" The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, quickly filling in the blanks one by one.

"You just throw away useless things... Besides, you stayed up all night looking up information that night, and I didn't sleep well either." The child rubbed his eyes and pounded the table in complaint.

Su Beixun paused.

He looked past the dull pile of papers and placed his eyes on the handwritten letter that seemed to have the scent of ink and meant something. He whispered, "What do you think? Should I go?"

"You will go!" The child is useless.

He said it with absolute certainty, as if he was declaring a certainty: "You will go. No matter what the road ahead holds, even if it is stormy or thorny! You will definitely step into the unknown that makes you happy and break free from the shackles of mediocrity!"

His eyes were burning, but upon closer inspection, they seemed so sad, like a moth flying towards a flame, even death was filled with joy.

Su Beixun stared at him blankly, sneered and said, "I never thought that I would develop such a chuunibyou side."

He ignored the stunned child beside him and quickly finished the paper in his hand. When he looked up again, the room was empty.

All traces of the child disappeared, whether it was the sticks in the trash can or the sugar stains on the dining table. Only the air conditioner above his head emitting cold air remained.

[The condition seems to have worsened again.] Su Beixun put the test paper back into his schoolbag as if it was nothing special. He wanted to take a shower, but when he stood up, he paused for a moment and picked up the letter.

Dear Mr. Su Beixun:
After careful investigation and evaluation, we unanimously believe that you meet the admission requirements of Kassel College and would like to extend an invitation to you.

If you are interested in our school, please go to the conference room on the executive floor of the Regent Hotel for an interview on weekends. 】

Of course, that’s not what the letter said, but that’s the idea.

Su Beixun thought about it, folded the paper again and put it into the envelope, muttering, "Is it the weekend?"

……

As the night deepened, the southern town was completely silent. The street lights waited for the late-coming pedestrians, and then...

The sky is bright.

Su Beixun left home early in the morning and took a taxi to a small clinic three blocks away.

Of course, you can’t tell what this place is for from the outside. Even the sign only reads the four words "Dream Paradise", giving people the feeling that it is selling erotic items.

He took over this place.

Although we cannot advertise openly without relevant certificates, we have gained a good reputation through word of mouth.

He pushed the door open, cleaned up briefly, and then sat down, waiting for the guests who had made an appointment to arrive.

——His decision to decline the invitation yesterday wasn’t entirely an excuse.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a blue Loro Piana cashmere sweater, a Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, and a serious face. He looked like a stereotypical successful person.

But Su Beixun knew that he was not.

"Mr. Su." The man stretched out his hand to shake his hand without saying a word, and just lay down on the bed beside him.

Soothing music suddenly sounded, and the colorful paintings of the sun and the moon on the roof came into view, with slightly changing light and shadow.

The man fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Su Beixun took out a magazine and flipped through it idly.

This is his main business - making people sleep... but to be more precise, it is hypnosis.

Ever since he suddenly had the vision of that little child four years ago, he has been studying psychology books on his own, and discovered that he has a unique talent for hypnosis.

Different from the pseudoscience on the Internet, he can easily make others fall into an unconscious state through music or other cues. If hypnosis is carried out for a long time, he can even perform alternative manipulation.

The man next to him had a smile on his face, his cheeks flushed, and he hummed vaguely.

Su Beixun knew that he had started to indulge in debauchery with his so-called lovers again.

It's tragic that when Su Beixun discovered this ability and planned to make money with "good news for insomniacs", the first customer who came to his door was him.

This man had a happy marriage and two children, but he always said that he was extremely anxious. After hypnosis and questioning, Su Beixun learned that this man always liked the same sex more than women, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. The accumulated repression made him more and more depressed.

So, Su Beixun hypnotized him into a deep sleep and guided him to have a grand "dream" according to his thoughts.

Then, not surprisingly, the man became a die-hard fan of this place.

Two hours passed quickly.

The man got up from the bed in a daze and stretched comfortably.

"Mr. Su, do you have time next week?" He put a thousand yuan on the table.

"of course."

The man nodded and left satisfied.

Su Beixun was about to put the money away, but a small hand got there first.

"elder brother!"

A tone of pity.

"I feel so sorry for you."

The child squatted on the counter, swinging the ten large bills in his hand, very angrily: "You obviously have the power to subvert everything, but you have to wrong yourself to satisfy the demands of a perverted old man."

Su Beixun's eyes twitched: "Don't make it sound like I'm selling myself."

“I don’t feel any difference.”

"It makes a huge difference!" Su Beixun snatched the money back. "Besides, if it weren't for this job, I would have starved to death when I came out of the orphanage four years ago."

"...Really?" The child raised his head.

His pupils were pitch black, like the water in the Bermuda Triangle, with broken ice floating on them, and even colder.

"Can't you just manipulate him? Squeeze all his money, and then make up a random excuse to make him jump off the building?"

The innocent and lovely face spoke terrible words without any burden.

Su Beixun was silent, looking at him for a long time before he said softly: "I never thought... that I am such a person deep down in my heart."

"No, you'll only be worse than I said!"

The child lay on the counter, stretched out his short legs to test the ground, and chanted like a bard: "Brother, mediocrity is the most powerful poison in the world! It will destroy your passion, wipe out your dreams, and then in the repetition day after day, make you forget your original arrogance."

"…But I'm not worried." After several attempts, the child finally stood on the ground.

He raised his face and smiled confidently: "Some people can never be stopped! Just like flying fish on the sea, even if the sea is their home, they will jump out of the sea again and again for the light."

He turned and pushed open the door, and disappeared like a phantom the moment the light came in: "So, go to the interview in Kassel, brother. Go and find back the real heart that you lost in time."

Jingle ~

The wind chimes on top of the door made soft sounds as it opened and closed.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room, looked at Su Beixun in a trance and said in surprise: "Hey, Brother Su, am I not here at the right time?"

"No, nothing." Su Beixun came back to his senses and smiled at the second guest who had made an appointment: "I was just thinking about some trivial things... Please take a seat."

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Regency Hotel.

"Professor...ok...I understand."

A tall and thin young man kept answering the phone. He was wearing a dark green suit that fit him well, with silver embroidery on the collar and shining gold buttons and cuffs.

Sitting next to him was a girl with a sweet smile. She was wearing a suit and a rose-red lace scarf tucked into her collar.

After the call was hung up, the girl asked with a smile: "What other brilliant ideas does the professor have? Is he going to show off that he can kick a football with his hands? Or is he going to recommend that you drink coffee with red wine?"

"The professor is not..."

The man was about to retort, but paused and scratched his hair again: "Okay, you're right."

He sighed, "But this time the professor just said that he bought a red-eye flight ticket and will land tomorrow morning, so we should take good note of a kid named Lu Mingfei during the interview."

"Lu Mingfei..." the girl repeated, somewhat curiously, "So, Professor Guderian came here just for him... It looks like he's another high-blooded elite."

"Yeah." The man picked up a resume and looked at the boy who looked depressed. "It's very likely that he's A-level."

After reading for a while, he suddenly remembered the message sent to him by the artificial intelligence [Norma].

"By the way, it seems that there is an incidental child in this interview that we need to judge."

The man put down the brief in his hand, flipped through it and took out another one: "[Norma] said that based on behavioral analysis, this child may also be a mixed-race."

On that colorful profile, a pair of warm red eyes shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)