Reaper of Faith [Quick Travel GL]

To many people, Yun Qingqiu's person, just like her name, is cold and light.

She doesn't have too many emotions, she doesn't laugh often, she doesn't cry very much, she looks calm, and she always has a kind of silence that doesn't belong to a 16-year-old girl.

Even Yun Qingqiu himself thought so.

If the emotional sensitivity of ordinary people to the outside world is six, she can only have one at most, and three when the fluctuations are the most, and it cannot be more.

When other children fell to the ground and howled, she would get up by herself, pat the dust off her body, and watch curiously as the blood gradually oozes from her scratched knee.When other children sat on the ground crying and fussing over a toy, she looked at those things without the slightest interest.

She was born a weirdo.

Fortunately, her emotional weakness doesn't have much impact on her life. Her parents love her deeply, even if the family is average, they put the best in front of her.Moreover, losing most of her emotions meant that when she was doing things, she was more focused than others, and it was a blessing in disguise. Since childhood, Yun Qingqiu's grades have always been very good, and she is a child of other people's family in the eyes of ordinary people.

The accident happened in the summer when she was 16 years old.

When he got the news and ran into the hospital, Yun Qingqiu didn't feel too sad.

She calmly heard about her parents' car accident from a bystander, and then waited for the lights in the emergency room to go out, the doctor came out to say sorry, the funeral home took the body away, and relatives helped officiate the funeral.

The driver who caused the accident was very poor, and the car accident was also caused by his tired driving in order to earn money, and the result was that he fell asleep on the highway.

He is willing to take responsibility, but the amount of compensation can't be made up even if he kills him and sells his meat. He can only write an arrears to Yun Qingqiu who doesn't know when it will be repaid. Fortunately, the relatives of Yun's family are very good. The relatives who presided over the funeral arranged all the gift money and gave it to Yun Qingqiu. He paid for the funeral expenses himself. Although the others were not too rich, they also scraped together a sum of money for Yun Qingqiu's study and life. She can get by.

Life doesn't seem to change.

Except that she no longer rushes home at noon, but has a makeshift meal in the cafeteria. At night, no one brings a bowl of noodles to her when she lights up the lamp and reads at night. Once the lights are turned off, the three-bedroom and two-living room is horribly empty.

Occasionally, some classmates cared or gossiped about Yun Qingqiu's current situation, seeing her lukewarm, they put down their interest.

Until the day before the final exam.

She was reviewing as usual, and suddenly remembered that the garbage at home hadn't been thrown out for a long time. She took her wallet and carried the garbage bag and went out, planning to buy a pack of sanitary napkins along the way. Her little day was coming soon.

When passing by the second floor, a voice came from the slightly opened anti-theft door.

"Oh, Xixi, stop reading, come out and watch TV, take a break, combine work and rest..."

For a moment, her heart made of ice suddenly cracked a crack.

Emotions that were once suppressed under the permafrost spewed out like tumbling magma.

The belated pain was like a tsunami, layer after layer of accumulation finally formed a huge wave, capsizing her small boat.She went out with the trash and returned home with the trash, turned the door with the key, and subconsciously called out to the empty room.

The hearty and brisk female voice did not sound, and only the screeching of car horns outside the window could be heard in the darkness.

Tears gushed out of her eyes uncontrollably, and the word death finally jumped out of the paper, giving her a solid slap across the face.

Deafening.

She was like a person who had been living in a dream, and was finally awakened, but what she had to face was a desperate situation from which she could not settle.

The exam was confusing, the invigilator checked the test paper, stopped her and asked, "Why didn't you write your name?"

Yun Qingqiu asked blankly, "What's my name?"

The invigilator looked at her suspiciously, "Student, are you here to help others take the exam?"

Yun Qingqiu couldn't hear anything, stared in a daze for a while, and then said in a daze, "My name is Yun Qingqiu, my name is Yun Qingqiu..."

The exams were randomly arranged in classrooms, Yun Qingqiu was so lucky that he was alone, no one noticed Yun Qingqiu's abnormality.

There was only a rumor in the same examination room that someone named Yun Qingqiu seemed to have a problem with his mind.

She stayed at home for a summer vacation.

He was so miserable that he ended up lying in the bathtub and ended his life.

It took Shen Zhaoxi a lot of effort to open her eyes.

Compared to Lin Mingzhu in the previous world, Yun Qingqiu's body is much weaker.

Lin Mingzhu's body was exhausted and tired, while Yun Qingqiu's body was truly empty.

He hadn't eaten for many days, and there was a hideous wound on his wrist. The exposed flesh had already been soaked in water and turned white, and the whole bathtub was stained red with blood. It looked a bit like a scene from a horror movie.

thin.

This was Shen Zhaoxi's first impression of this body.

The wrist is only two fingers wide, and only a bone is left.

weak.

hunger.

exhausted.

When committing suicide, Yun Qingqiu was wearing a long white dress, and Shen Zhaoxi got up from the bathtub, almost being dragged back into it by the dress.

The divine power healed the hideous incision on the wrist, leaving only a tender scar. His body was too weak, and it was difficult to recover in a short time. Shen Zhaoxi could only struggle to take off her skirt, then turned on the shower, and took a hot bath first.

Although the weather is not cold now, she has been in the water for an unknown amount of time, and she is terribly frozen when she comes out.

The mirror faithfully reflects a skeleton rack.

Yun Qingqiu is about 1.7 meters tall, which can be regarded as outstanding among girls, and the proportion is also quite outstanding.

It's a pity that she's so skinny and out of shape now, Shen Zhaoxi didn't see much beauty from the skeleton, but touched her haggard face, realizing the fact that she should supplement nutrition first.

The jade pendant that used to hang around her neck has turned into powder and disappeared. When Shen Zhaoxi was at the peak of incense, the jade craftsmen did not know how many of her jade pendants were carved. Therefore, for Yun Qingqiu to have such an antique in her hand, she is not as good as Lin Mingzhu. The strangeness of the world may have been handed down from the past.

Although her ability mainly lies in protecting safety, the common people always like to multi-task, praying for safety to get rich, praying to get rich to have children, and it doesn't cost much to carve a jade pendant...

The house was tidied up by Yun Qingqiu very cleanly. To be precise, it was so clean that it was almost unpopular. Things were neatly placed where they should be. Black and white photos of Yun's parents and Yun Qingqiu were hung on the wall. The first two had gentle smiles. Although they were neither handsome nor beautiful, they looked like nice people. The young girl stared forward with a smile on her lips, as if she saw something very warm.

Looking at the portrait, Shen Zhaoxi knew in her heart that this girl was really ready to commit suicide.

So much so that she is a little confused now, Ruoyun Qingqiu already has a heart that must die, why was she summoned here?

It doesn't make sense.

Now she has no idea what Yun Qingqiu wants to do by herself.

The parents of the Yun family died in a car accident. Although the owner of the car who caused the accident had no money, he had a good attitude, and the signed IOUs have been repaid as promised. In the past two months, Yun Qingqiu's mobile phone has received transfer notices. Although the relatives of the Yun family are not rich, But just like the Yun family's parents, they are all good people, and more than one has expressed that they want to adopt Yun Qingqiu, and they don't want her family's real estate and property. It is Yun Qingqiu who doesn't want to live in someone else's house.

To have enemies without enemies, to have top-notch relatives without top-notch relatives, Yun Qingqiu's relatives passed away, and the emotions accumulated over the years broke out, and she was so depressed that she committed suicide. She walked away, and the summoned Shen Zhaoxi couldn't laugh or cry.

It's all here, what else can I do?

Before Yun Qingqiu's divine power was exhausted, she had to live first.

Shen Zhaoxi found Yun Qingqiu's suicide note on the table in the living room.

The little girl distributed the rest of the family well. The house was given to a relative who helped her with the funeral. The money collected by other people was recorded in an account book. Please ask this relative to help her return it. As for the small savings in the family, She hoped that she could donate it to accumulate virtue for her parents.

Such things as yin and virtue do exist. Although the Yun family's little savings can't do much good deeds, since it is the little girl's last wish, Shen Zhaoxi is willing to follow it. She plans to find an opportunity to donate the property of the Yun family's parents. go out.

As for the other money, Shen Zhaoxi doesn't know when she will be able to leave. Although there are no monks in this world, it may be because the previous world intercepted the first line of national fortune. This world is very tolerant to her and feels the power of repulsion. It's not deep, and it is estimated that she can stay for a long time. It is definitely impossible to pay back the money for the time being. After all, she still has to eat, so she can only wait for the repayment later.

There is still a little rice and crushed corn in the kitchen. Shen Zhaoxi has lived for hundreds of years without lighting up the skill of cooking, but it is no problem to cook a simple porridge with the rice cooker. After pressing the start button, Shen Zhaoxi He returned to Yun Qingqiu's bedroom and began to meditate cross-legged, preparing to repair as much of his body as possible before eating.

There is far less vitality in the city than in the mountains, but it is better than nothing, and this thing is better than nothing.

The rice cooker slammed for a long time, the aroma of rice was overflowing, and finally a ding dong announced the end.

Shen Zhaoxi didn't cook much, but she far overestimated the little girl's stomach. Yun Qingqiu didn't know how long she hadn't eaten a normal meal, her stomach was only a little hungry, and she felt full after drinking half a bowl of porridge. Feet or even bloating.

Of course, the stomach of a 16-year-old teenager cannot have such a small capacity, but Shen Zhaoxi knew that the little girl’s body could only absorb so much for the time being, so she put down her rice bowl, took off the lid of the pot, and switched to the heat preservation mode, so that she could still eat at night. Another meal.

After dinner, she turned on the little girl's cell phone again, ready to check her social situation.

There were three missed calls, and they were all calls from the holidays. The name on the caller ID was Song Qianxi. Shen Zhaoxi recalled that this girl seemed to live downstairs in Yun Qingqiu's house. Yun Qingqiu's emotional breakdown began. It was precisely because of hearing Mother Song's words of concern for Song Qianxi.

The Song Qianxi in Yun Qingqiu's memory was considered a beautiful girl, with good grades, the key was that she was cheerful and outgoing, and Yun Qingqiu was not bad looking, but she was much more popular than Yun Qingqiu.

There are hundreds of unread text messages.

But most of them were spam messages. Among them, Shen Zhaoxi also found a text message from Song Qianxi, asking her if she would go down for dinner. After asking her a few times, seeing that she didn't reply, she stopped thinking.

According to common sense, as an ordinary classmate with a normal relationship, Song Qianxi was able to achieve this step, which is already pretty good.

But for some reason, Shen Zhaoxi always had an indescribable weirdness in her heart. Shinto monks are very sensitive in this regard. She raised her vigilance, kept this matter in her heart, and planned to find a chance to meet Song Qianxi before talking about it.

As for Penguin, there are a lot of news, but most of them are group messages, and a few private chats are also from scumbags looking for schoolmasters to ask for summer homework, and they withdrew when they found no reply.For two months, Yun Qingqiu didn't receive a single message about a date or dinner, so one can imagine her relationship.

But in this way, Shen Zhaoxi, who plays her role, will reduce a lot of difficulty.

Shen Zhaoxi looked at the time, and found that the start of school was just around the corner, and the day after tomorrow would be the registration time for Yun Qingqiu's school.

Tuition fees were not a problem. Not long after the Yun family had an accident, the homeroom teacher applied for a special hardship subsidy for Yun Qingqiu, which covered the tuition fees for the second year of high school.

The problem is that……

summer homework.

Elite Middle School is a well-known private high school in Jiangcheng, with first-class education quality and first-class homework quantity.

Sister Yun Qingqiu chose Science, Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physical Chemistry, and Biochemistry. The total number of the six subjects is so thick that it feels heavy to hold Shen Zhaoxi in her arms, not to mention that she has to finish all of them within two days. .

Shen Zhaoxi thought it was impossible.

In front of the homework, the Shinto monk chose to admit defeat.

After all, divine power is not like that shown on TV, where blank assignments can be automatically filled in with answers with a wave of the hand.

To put it bluntly, this thing is a kind of energy, just like electric energy, wind energy and fire energy, the human body is just a machine for use.

But there is nothing in this world that can defeat a Shinto monk, not even homework.

She turned on her phone, skillfully used the search, and found a homework mutual help group in the hidden place of the Post Bar of the Elite Middle School.

"The summer homework for the first year of high school, the six subjects of physical chemistry and biology, and the two hundred and one subjects?"

"catch."

There are only two kinds of people who can study in elite middle schools.

One is either rich or expensive, and the other is top-notch.

The former is rich and willful, and can afford the high tuition fees of the elites, while the latter is self-willed in grades, and the elites spend money to invite people to study.

Yun Qingqiu was originally the latter, but with the state of the final exam last semester, it might be difficult to get into the top [-] tuition-free students.

Shen Zhaoxi had to thank the head teacher who had the foresight, otherwise she would have to consider the issue of transferring schools first. After all, the expenses in Jingying, optical expenses are very high, 10,000+ a year.

Most of the students with self-willed grades are from poor families, and various part-time jobs emerge from time to time.

Doing homework on behalf of others is the most common one, with the lowest technical content. Although the reward is not huge, it is better than the safe one.

Unlike make-up lessons, you say that you can teach your classmates 100 yuan for an hour. The question is, do you have the nerve to accept it?

Originally speaking for one hour, it turned out to be two hours. Is the next hour calculated as salary or as a gift from friendship?

Usually in school, if the problem is considered as supplementary lessons, should I give money?

In short, it is a variety of problems, so most people are still willing to help with homework, and it is something that can be seen.

After a brief communication with the person who took the order, the other party agreed to come to Yun Qingqiu's home to do homework at three o'clock in the afternoon, and guaranteed that the handwriting was exactly the same as Yun Qingqiu's, and most people would never be able to tell the difference.Shen Zhaoxi first paid the fare for the trip, which seemed to settle the matter.

There was blood everywhere in the bathroom. It looked like a murder scene. Shen Zhaoxi took a lot of effort to clean it up, so as not to scare others, and found a black cloth to cover up Yun Qingqiu's black and white photo, otherwise the black and white photo would be blurred at first glance. People who are still alive and kicking may have a sense of panic like a supernatural movie.

Tired of tidying up, Shen Zhaoxi fell asleep again and didn't wake up until three o'clock.

Lin Ruiyi rang the doorbell patiently for a long time, and finally waited for Shen Chaoxi who came to open the door.

He is not tall, very thin, with dark skin, and he smiled a little shyly, "Hello, may I ask that you are classmate Yun Qingqiu, right?"

Shen Zhaoxi saw that he looked familiar, and it took him a while to pull him out of his memory, "I remembered who you are, are you the No.

Lin Ruiyi scratched his head embarrassedly.

In fact, Yun Qingqiu's grades are not worse than Lin Ruiyi's, but every time she has bad luck in the exam, she either has diarrhea or has a fever. When exaggerating, she even ran into an answer sheet that failed once, so that she, who had outstanding grades in junior high school, barely managed to stay in the top five of her grade in high school. Ten, the teacher knows that she is excellent, but the metaphysical things like bad luck in exams are really hard to say.

Shen Zhaoxi opened the door for Lin Ruiyi and signaled him to come in. She arranged the homework place in the dining room. The table is big and the lights are bright, which is very suitable.

"Drink water."

"Thank you."

Lin Ruiyi was a kind person, and he didn't procrastinate. After asking clearly what the homework was on the table, he sat down directly.

According to his request, Shen Zhaoxi gave him a copy of Yun Qingqiu's weekly diary, which contained some small prose, and Lin Ruiyi would imitate Yun Qingqiu's handwriting based on the words in the weekly diary.

He read two articles and praised, "You are really talented."

Shen Zhaoxi was not modest, the little girl was really talented, she took Yun Qingqiu's place.

At the same time, she was a little sad. She had read Yun Qingqiu's weekly diaries. Although this little girl felt weak emotionally, she was actually very observant and her memory was quite good. She could always catch the unnoticed details in life. She wrote several weekly diaries It's very moving.

Lin Ruiyi had almost imitated, so he started to do his homework. Shen Zhaoxi took a sneak peek, and had to say that he is indeed a bit talented in this area, and has a strong working ability, which is a little more similar to the font that Shen Zhaoxi imitated at the beginning.

He started working, and Shen Zhaoxi was not idle. Although a Shinto monk can walk in the world and she has done many different jobs, she really did not go to school systematically. You can find books from the first grade to the first year of high school. Shen Zhaoxi is now flipping through these books quickly, starting to combine the memories in his mind with the exercise books that Yun Qingqiu used before, and starting to integrate the knowledge of high school.

Monks are born with an advantage in learning.

After aura transformation, the body washed with divine power, the brain area is more developed, and the nerves are more active. Whether it is memory or understanding, the ability is far beyond ordinary people.

Shen Zhaoxi looked at the knowledge of junior high school first, and found a set of Wusan given by someone else deep in the bookcase, and started to brush with a pen.

She was doing the questions so fast that Lin Ruiyi couldn't help but look at her twice.

He couldn't help asking, "I think your grades are pretty good, and these assignments are not difficult, why did you think of finding someone to do them?"

"It's because it's too simple, so I need someone to do it," Shen Zhaoxi said, "There is an exam at the beginning of school, and I haven't reviewed it yet. Although these questions are simple, they are a waste of time."

Lin Ruiyi "..."

Did not know how to refute.

It even makes sense.

To put it bluntly, the summer homework given by the elite middle school is to keep the students from being depraved during the holidays. It is not really to make things difficult for the students. One hour of homework in two days is almost enough. Too many students are really assigned to rebel.

But it's not necessarily easy to say how simple it is.

It's just that Lin Ruiyi has done one, and he basically still remembers the answer. The reason why he didn't copy it directly is to write two different versions.

In Chinese, he imitated Yun Qingqiu's weekly diary, and solved the composition at the back of the paper. English is the fastest to do. The multiple-choice questions are written in a few minutes. Even the composition is only a few sentences. I didn't learn much at first, and the slightly more difficult thing was mathematics.

There were a lot of college entrance examination questions in the math test papers of the summer vacation. Even Lin Ruiyi was a little embarrassed by the same knowledge and different test methods.

He did English first, and after solving it a few times, he wrote a piece of Chinese. He planned to adjust and do a math test paper, but he got stuck on the last question.

He remembered that he thought about it for a long time when he did it before, and he came up with the answer in a flash of inspiration. He didn't expect it to be so long, and now he forgot.

Shen Zhaoxi didn't hear the sound of writing for a long time, looked up just in time to see him contemplating, the pen that was spinning in his hand stopped, grabbed the tip of the pen, and vaguely drew an auxiliary line on the three-dimensional map.

Lin Ruiyi suddenly realized, "Yeah, why didn't I think of it. You are too good... Have you read this question before?"

"No," Shen Zhaoxi said, "it's just that the graph is quite simple. I guessed the problem and thought that I should just draw an auxiliary line there."

Compared with monks, ordinary students suffer from the fact that few three-dimensional drawings drawn on paper can be directly converted into graphics in their minds.

Shen Zhaoxi is different. Regardless of whether the figure is positive or negative, she only needs to look at it, and the corresponding figure will appear in her mind. If she can pull the picture out of her mind, it is probably a virtual projection, or is it strictly according to the proportion of the data? Kind of, as long as the answer given on the test paper is accurate, let alone asking, she can directly report the correct answer according to the proportion. This kind of operation is almost equivalent to directly measuring with a ruler.

Shen Zhaoxi didn't think it was too difficult. This kind of serious question in the three-dimensional thinking test was equivalent to free points for Shinto monks, but it was different in Lin Ruiyi's eyes. Looking at Shen Zhaoxi who was wearing black-rimmed glasses and looked calm and self-possessed , I just felt that I saw the god of learning.

He was actually helping Xue Shen with his homework...

Lin Ruiyi, who was in an excited mood, had a rapid increase in the efficiency of doing the questions. I don't know if it was his illusion, as if he had been infected with Shen Zhaoxi's power of learning, he felt that his thinking today seemed to be much more active than usual. It took me a long time to think about the problem, but I found out several algorithms at a glance. It was like taking medicine. The happiness is indescribable.