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He sank all the way down to a depth of 625 meters before finally hovering steadily in this deep blue expanse.
There was no sound here. He floated there alone, his heart devoid of any emotional fluctuations, as calm as a precisely running program.
The deep-sea dreamscape before my eyes vanished abruptly, like shattered glass, only when the alarm clock on my bedside table set off with a crisp "ding-ding."
Qingze opened his eyes, raised his hand, and slid his index finger across the phone screen, stopping the alarm.
With a clean and nimble flip, Qingze leaped out of bed.
The mental fatigue from using magic so frequently last night has been completely swept away, replaced by an inexhaustible supply of energy.
He took off his pajamas, walked to the wardrobe, and changed into a simple white T-shirt and casual trousers.
Qingze doesn't wear a suit to teach every day.
The main requirement for teachers' attire at Nagato High School is to prohibit overly flamboyant or outlandish outfits.
Clothing like T-shirts and casual trousers is perfectly acceptable, but most older teachers still prefer suits and ties out of habit.
He opened the bedroom door, habitually rubbed the head of Big Yellow that immediately came up to him, and then walked to the sliding door to add food and water to the five sparrows living in the cage.
Then he turned around and went into the washroom, carefully washing his hands, brushing his teeth, and washing his face.
After completing all of this, he began his daily morning run without fail.
……
Five sparrows flapped their wings and soared into the sky, providing Qingze with five different panoramic views.
With the help of their "eyes", Qingze gained energy from three red name tags in succession.
Soon, a fourth target also appeared in perception.
【Rotten Claw Cat】
The cat bearing this label has dirty, messy fur.
It was next to a garbage recycling point, tearing apart the sealed garbage bags with its sharp claws and rummaging through them for food.
Qingze, leading Dahuang, appeared at the street corner.
The cat's ears instantly perked up alertly, and the fur on its back bristled.
Its cat eyes were filled with a wild, fierce light, and it let out a threatening "meow" growl from its throat.
With its owner by its side, Da Huang was full of confidence and barked loudly without showing any weakness.
Seeing that the big dog dared to resist, the stray cat immediately gave up searching for food, lowered its body, and suddenly charged forward, determined to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.
Qingze took out a small dart from his pocket, flicked his wrist, and the dart shot out like lightning.
The cat had only charged halfway when the dart pierced its skull with pinpoint accuracy.
Its body stiffened abruptly, then it slumped softly onto the road.
The three characters "Rotten Claw Cat" above his head wriggled and merged into a beam of red light, which entered Qingze's brow.
His decisive action stemmed from his judgment that the cat was a stray, based on its dirty, matted fur and untamed eyes.
It's highly likely that someone watched a short video, thought raising a cat was therapeutic, and bought one, only to discover all sorts of troubles involved after actually raising one.
For example, cats have limited intelligence. Even if they have no ill intentions towards people, their claws may still uncontrollably spring out when they are excited while playing, leaving bloody marks on people's skin.
Usually at this point, people will choose the simplest method: abandoning the cat.
This is an extremely irresponsible act.
In urban environments, stray cats have no natural predators, and their presence poses a significant threat to the local ecosystem and small wildlife.
Qingze stepped forward, bent down and pulled the dart out of the cat's head, then slowly wiped the blood off the tip of the dart with a tissue he carried with him.
He actually quite enjoyed the action, with a touch of the composure of a swordsman wiping his sword in a martial arts movie.
Then, he squatted down, and with a thought, put the stray cat's body into his second storage space. He then straightened up and continued his unfinished morning run.
Chapter 82 The Philosophy Club is bustling in the morning.
Morning self-study at Changteng High School is scheduled to begin at 8:00 AM.
For most students, arriving at school around 7:30 is a fairly common time.
However, students who participate in sports clubs arrive at school much earlier.
They usually need to do physical training in the early morning, so they are often required to be at school by 6:30 a.m.
The Philosophy Club is not a sports club.
However, Saori Hoshino is accustomed to arriving at the club activity room around seven o'clock every day.
She wasn't like this before.
In the past, she would always rush into the school gate just before the bell rang for morning self-study.
Because back then, she was often the only one in the philosophy society's activity room, so arriving early was pointless.
But now it's different.
Besides her, there's also Yato-hime.
This made her eager to rush to school at six in the morning, impatient to share her latest thoughts and insights about the world with Yato-hime.
As for the idea that "philosophers don't need friends," she had long forgotten about it after she actually made friends.
The current idea is that philosophers need kindred spirits with whom they can resonate on a soul level.
At this moment, she was wearing a neat navy blue school uniform and sitting in the back seat of the BMW.
Given her family background, choosing a BMW was the most low-key option she could think of.
Saori Hoshino held her phone, scrolling through trending news online.
Her consistent philosophical practice is to express her views on human nature by analyzing social hot topics.
Today, her chosen target is the "fox impersonation case".
This is a case that happened last night.
The Metropolitan Police Department received a report from "Fox" and went to investigate, only to discover that the real culprit was actually the victim's husband.
The person, thinking himself clever, believed that by leaving non-slip shoe prints at the scene to mimic the characteristics of a fox committing a crime, and then testifying that he saw a fox, he could successfully frame the fox for the crime.
However, the Fox Task Force, which was in charge of investigating the case, was touted by the media as "the elite of the elite," and the results proved it.
According to news reports, the husband was identified as the real culprit almost immediately after the trial began.
However, the identities and names of the members of the Fox Task Force are kept secret.
This has sparked a flurry of speculation among netizens about who could be so powerful, with some even mysteriously claiming that there is a special department within the government dedicated to handling such supernatural crimes.
After all, according to some netizens, the fox is no longer a normal person.
They always like to associate foxes with "divine grace" or "superpowers".
Despite being in the 21st century, there are still many people who believe in metaphysics.
Humanity's technological level is still insufficient to fully explain all the bizarre and wondrous phenomena in the world.
As Hoshino Saori scrolled through these diverse comments, the BMW slowly came to a stop.
The driver turned around and said respectfully, "Miss, we've arrived at the school."
"Oh."
Hoshino Saori looked up, put away her phone, picked up her backpack, opened the car door, and got out.
The cool morning air filled my nostrils, bringing a refreshing feeling.
She walked briskly into the school gate, where cherry blossoms bloomed in full glory on both sides of the road.
Instead of heading to the teaching building, she went directly to the student club building.
She reached the entrance of the philosophy club and turned the doorknob.
The activity room, which covers an area of about 60 square meters, was empty and quiet.
A slight smile crept onto her lips as she said with a hint of smugness, "Hehe, I'm the first one here again today!"
She walked into the activity room, quickly changed into indoor shoes at the entrance, then ran to the window and pushed it open forcefully.
Outside the window was a clear blue sky, and rows of densely packed residential buildings beyond the school walls.
The girl leaned against the window, gazing at the ordinary scenery, but her thoughts drifted away, plunging her into philosophical reflections on life and existence.
After a while, the door to the activity room was pulled open with a "whoosh".
Saori Hoshino quickly turned her head away.
A girl with dazzling blonde hair strode in, exuding a powerful aura that was impossible to ignore.
"Good morning!"
Hoshino Saori quickly greeted them, skipping over like a puppy seeing its owner return home.
As Yatohime bent down to change her shoes, this seemingly ordinary action was noticed by Hoshino Saori as she keenly observed something unusual.
A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Ji, are you alright?"
The girl looked up, her expression unchanged, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"
"I feel like there's something off about your movements."
Saori Hoshino stroked her chin, striking a pose as if she were a famous detective solving a mystery.
Yatohime remarked, "Your senses are quite sharp."
It's nothing serious, just that my left hand was hit hard with a baseball bat last night.
"what?!"
Saori Hoshino's eyes widened instantly. All philosophical thoughts were thrown to the back of her mind, leaving only deep concern. "Let me see how badly you're hurt!"
"Alright, it's been a whole night, there's nothing to see here."
Yato-hime waved her hand.
Of course, I used my uninjured right hand.