bacchusnovels Chapter 410 My cat can't do backflips, could you...?
Chapter 410 My cat can't do backflips, could you...?
As time went by, people gradually completed the task of copying the scriptures.
They carefully loosened the ropes and landed, some clumsily and some lightly. Looking at the scriptures they had written in their own blood on the table, their faces were full of relief at surviving the ordeal, and their eyes were filled with gratitude and respect for Lin Feng and the other two.
Only Park Ji-won remained lying on the floor of the scripture copying hall, struggling in agony.
His body became increasingly bizarre, the stickiness of his skin intensified, and transparent mucus seeped out from his body, pooling on the ground in a small, shimmering patch.
He tried to raise his hand, but his arm felt as heavy as lead. His fingertips twitched slightly, but he couldn't lift it even an inch. He could only groan in vain, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
Xia Ning walked slowly into the hall, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and her clear, cold voice rang out again:
"Those who have completed the task of copying the sutra may return to their quarters to rest. No new practice tasks will be arranged for today."
"In addition, the convenience store inside the dormitory is open for one hour only. Each person can go to the black-clad steward to receive ten ghost coins, which can be used to purchase snacks, drinking water, and other items."
"After all, the dining hall of the Silent Mirror Temple only provides two meals a day. You all work hard copying the scriptures, so you should have some refreshments."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cheer erupted in the scripture copying hall.
The crowd gathered around the two black-clad deacons and orderly received the ghost coins.
After receiving the ghost coins, the people turned around impatiently and walked briskly out of the library, heading straight for their dormitories, afraid of missing the opening time of the convenience store.
Lin Feng was in the middle to back of the line.
He took the ten ghost coins, casually stuffed them into his pocket, and turned to leave.
Xia Ning suddenly coughed lightly: "Lin Feng, wait a moment."
Lin Feng paused, then nodded slightly to Xia Ning and stepped aside.
Seeing that Vassim and Evelyn were looking back at him, Lin Feng went over and took out four hundred-yuan ghost coins from his spatial storage, giving two to each of them:
"What can you buy with 10 yuan? You can take these 200 yuan and spend them. I have something to do here, I'll be there soon."
Vassim and Evelyn understood each other perfectly, nodded slightly to Lin Feng, and after receiving the 10 yuan ghost coins, they left the Sutra Copying Hall with the crowd.
After the last chosen one left the hall, only Park Ji-won's faint groans remained on the ground inside the scripture copying hall.
Xia Ning raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping lightly over the two black-clad stewards beside her. She didn't speak, but her expression carried an unspoken meaning.
The left steward immediately understood and quickly spoke with a smile, his tone slightly deliberate:
"Oh dear, I drank too much tea in the hall just now, and I really can't hold it in anymore. I'm going to the restroom."
The right deacon quickly chimed in, "I'll go with you."
After they finished speaking, without waiting for Xia Ning's response, the two quickly turned around and hurriedly walked out of the scripture copying hall, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
The hall fell completely silent. Xia Ning slowly turned around, her cold expression fading considerably, replaced by a faint blush on her cheeks. She spoke softly:
"Um... I have a cat, and I've tried so many methods, but it still can't do a backflip. Could you... could you help me train it?"
Lin Feng suppressed his excitement and immediately nodded in agreement: "No problem, it's a piece of cake, leave it to me."
Xia Ning glanced at him, then quickly looked away, her voice even softer:
"Then you should go back to your room and rest. No need to rush. I'll send you a message later, and then you can come out and find me."
"Yes, Guide." Lin Feng bowed slightly, then turned and headed towards the hall door.
Just then, Park Ji-won, lying on the ground, suddenly mustered all his strength, raised his sticky hand, and stretched it out towards Lin Feng:
"Brother Feng... Help... Help me... Please... Save me..."
Lin Feng paused, slowly turned around, and looked down.
Park Ji-won lay on the ground, looking up at him.
That face no longer resembled a face—
The facial features were still there, but their positions were slightly off, as if they had been gently kneaded and rearranged by an invisible hand.
The muscle tissue beneath the skin appears to be dissolving, causing the entire face to become blurred, swollen, and asymmetrical.
But in those eyes, there was still a last glimmer of light.
"Help...help me..."
Lin Feng glanced at him for two seconds.
Then squat down and look him in the eye.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Park Ji-won's eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to save you."
Lin Feng's voice was calm, without sarcasm, pity, or even much emotion—as if he were stating a fact.
"You're practically a flowing puddle in that state; there's no way you can climb the rope. Give up!"
As he spoke, Lin Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his spatial storage, pulled out one, lit it, and put it into Park Ji-won's slightly open mouth.
Park Ji-won took a drag and then slowly exhaled, the smoke rising crookedly, like some kind of soul barely holding on and refusing to dissipate.
"Thanks, bro!"
Lin Feng didn't look at it a second time.
He stood up, turned around, and walked out of the scripture copying hall.
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The dormitory store, a small room of less than ten square meters, had very few items on the shelves, yet it was surrounded by the Chosen Ones.
In the most conspicuous spot on the shelf, there was a yellowed price list with illegible handwriting.
A regular pack of instant noodles and a bottle of room-temperature cola are each priced at 10 Ghost Coins;
Two sanitary napkins also cost 10 ghost coins;
Even the cheapest loose cigarettes cost 10 ghost coins for three.
Everyone clutched the 10 ghost coins they had just received, their faces full of conflict.
Some people gritted their teeth and bought a pack of instant noodles. They opened the package and wolfed it down, since the temple canteen only served two meals a day, and they were already starving.
Someone bought a bottle of Coke, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.
Several girls bought sanitary napkins and carefully put them in their pockets.
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Just then, Vassim and Evelyn walked in side by side, each carrying 210 ghost coins.
The 200 ghost coins Lin Feng gave, plus the 10 ghost coins he received from the black-clad steward, were incredibly extravagant compared to the 10 coins everyone else had.
Wasim was the first to walk to the shelf and said crisply to the shopkeeper:
"I'll take five packs of instant noodles, two bottles of cola, two cans of beer, two packs of cigarettes, and one serving of all the biscuits, potato chips, chocolate, and beef jerky on the shelf!"
Upon hearing this, the deacon's eyes flashed with surprise, but he still quickly began packing. In no time, he had piled up a large bag, bulging and almost overflowing.
The surrounding Chosen Ones stared wide-eyed, some even rubbing their hands together as they peered intently at the cigarette in Vassim's hand.
"Hey bro, you've got so many cigarettes, can I have one? I'm really itching to smoke one!"
Upon hearing this, Wasim's smile vanished instantly, and his eyes turned cold.
"Want a cigarette? This morning when you were voting, you all voted for Dormitory 56. Why didn't you think of leaving some room for maneuver then? Now you have the nerve to come over and ask for a cigarette?!"
The chosen one who had asked for a cigarette blushed instantly and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "I know who voted for cell number 56! It's him! Sahir from India!"
Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the direction the man was pointing. There stood a short, stout man at the edge of the crowd, with a full beard, messy hair, and an oily face.
He was shrinking his neck and looking away, appearing guilty as if he had done something wrong.
"I didn't! It wasn't me! You're making false accusations!!"