Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 827: Chapter 825: Wisdom of Life Chapter 827: Chapter 825: Wisdom of Life It was clear that the sudden choice filled Tan Ying’s mind to the brim, making it hard for her to decide.

In her subconscious, she really wanted to reserve the right to choose.

However, a sense of urgency, for an inexplicable reason, quickly made her abandon that idea.

“Let’s just draw a portrait.”

In the end, she sighed, her tone filled with infinite regret.

Indeed, he was undoubtedly a healthy, fine young man.

Fu Qian, without any hesitation, praised this internally and cooperated by sitting down beside her.

After making her choice, Tan Ying felt a refreshing relief wash over her, with a certain indescribable trouble flying away, as if she had opened up the governor and conception vessels.

Of course, this was followed by a strong emotion known as regret.

“How about just going shirtless?”

In a moment of regret, she couldn’t help but ask.

“No regrets.”

Fu Qian shook his head and pointed at his body.

“You see, I’ve changed my clothes.”

…

It must be said, despite some emotions, even Fu Qian, an amateur, could tell that Tan Ying had considerable talent.

Even a simple bust portrait seemed to emit an aura of malevolence upon glance.

“Very lifelike.”

Fu Qian did not mind at all and even nodded affirmatively.

“Given your talent and background, isn’t it a bit low-profile for you to be studying here?”

“If I were not here, wouldn’t I have missed meeting you?”

Tan Ying, rejuvenated, was not to be underestimated.

Her voice lowered as she twinkled her eyes.

“So why did you choose to stay and study here?”

Before Fu Qian could comment, Tan Ying continued asking.

“Close to home.”

Fu Qian replied confidently.

“Same for me.”

Tan Ying sighed.

“Some places are indeed better, but being there alone is just too lonely.”

…

Well, the main task of reverting to normal life was completed.

Bidding farewell to the diligent student Tan Ying, Fu Qian leisurely left the school.

Having only a few acquaintances, he had remotely confirmed a moment ago — the likely victims were only Young Master Qin and Tan Ying.

It’s fair to say these two were somewhat unlucky; just in those five seconds, the earlier call had not dispersed enough.

As for Pei Yan Qing, another student, Fu Qian had glanced at her on the way here and everything seemed normal.

Honestly, this was somewhat abnormal in itself.

Because if he remembered correctly, he had clearly heard Pei Yan Qing’s voice at the time.

In Fu Qian’s estimation, her unique reactions were likely related to the initial encounter with Decree Residue, making her relatively special in some aspects.

However, regardless, it seemed like a good thing for the time being, sparing him some trouble.

…

Theoretically, after resolving this cause-and-effect, he could go back to being a homebody.

But as an explorative player, Fu Qian had a habit of clearing side quests, and in fact, there was one now.

“Fu Qian, you seem to be in good spirits!”

Later that day, as Fu Qian was dozing off by the roadside, this voice woke him up.

In the next moment, he looked up to assess the newcomer.

A man in his forties, not very tall, with a sharp brow and a commanding presence — it was the long-absent Xu Meng.

Indeed, after that mental shock, Xu Meng had spent quite some time adjusting his mindset and finally, yesterday, mustered the courage to reevaluate his enemy and successfully contributed to the peace of the Different World.

“You flatter me, President Xu is the very image of aging with grace.”

Fu Qian squinted his eyes, feigning recognition, and greeted the man with a smile.

He was currently in a place Young Master Qin had repeatedly cautioned him not to wander alone.

Although it was a lawful society and Xu Meng wouldn’t likely do anything rash after cooling off, there were many ways to get to a person.

In case someone drugged and photographed him nude someday, it wouldn’t be a big deal but it was indeed distasteful.

As it turned out, Young Master Qin’s judgment was quite sound; Fu Qian had only sat there for half an hour when Xu Meng appeared.

“I apologize for the disrespect back then. I know that kind of accident isn’t something that can be predicted or counteracted by humans; it’s just that my son wasn’t as lucky as you.”

Clearly premeditated, even being called aging with grace didn’t irritate Xu Meng; he took out a cigarette and lit it himself.

“President Xu is too polite.”

Fu Qian’s smile remained.

“It’s normal to misdirect anger.”

“You understand this? That’s great. Then I assume you would also be willing to help a father ease his obsession.”

During the conversation, Xu Meng gestured, and soon people positioned themselves on each side of Fu Qian.

“It’s clear that, although you avoid going out, you are well-connected.”

“I don’t doubt your friendships with those individuals, so I will keep it within the bounds of politeness.”

“Don’t worry, this will only take a little of your time. My photographer is very professional.”

Did Young Master Qin hit the nail on the head? Utterly unimaginative.

Watching Xu Meng exude assertiveness,_FUN trainee Fu QianRiver found it rather boring.

If you secretly hanged yourself in front of my door, I’d at least respect you as a real man.

“Could you help with this favor?”

“I can.”

In the next moment, Fu Qian nodded.

“However, President Xu wasn’t entirely wrong; your son’s accident had hidden circumstances.”

“What!”

That instant, Xu Meng’s expression made one worry whether he’d bite his cigarette in half.

“What hidden circumstances?”

Staring intensely at Fu Qian, he almost growled the question.

“Knowing the circumstances and your earlier plan— you have to choose one.”

Fu Qian remained calm, extending a finger.

“President Xu, after you’ve considered it, you can tell me your answer.”

“One or the other?”

Xu Meng stared at Fu Qian’s finger, his expression changing several times over the next few seconds, finally settling on a strange smile.

“So you’re bargaining with me?”

“Not at all.”

Fu Qian shook his head.

“I made it clear: one or the other, no room for bargaining.”

“From what I know, you are undoubtedly a good student, but today I’m going to teach you something about society.”

Xu Meng tossed his cigarette and pointed at his temple.

“How you answer is not determined by the questioner but by the one qualified to judge right from wrong.”

“And you clearly misunderstood. This is a multiple-choice question—and I want all the answers.”

Well, this indeed turned into a multiple-choice question!

Watching the seamlessly disappearing dream, Fu Qian inwardly praised.

Exactly, from Young Master Qin to this man, none had restricted that only one option could be chosen when setting the dream’s rules.

As a powerful figure, President Xu indeed possessed worldly wisdom.

He even chose to tackle PTSD alone after silently helping save the world.