I'm not a drama god

In the following days, the fusion faction seemed to be always shrouded in a haze.

Starting from the next day, the classes went on as usual. Teacher Ye stood on the podium in his shirt as usual, talking about the principle of fusion, human history, geography and astronomy. He also assigned homework and conducted in-class tests.

It is worth mentioning that after six months of hard study, Chen Ling's grades in the class have risen from the last in the beginning to the top 20 in the class. Although it is not very excellent, and is far behind the grades of the study committee member Xiaotao, at least she has mastered most of what she should learn.

Of course, some poor students who slept in class still performed steadily and ranked last in the exam.

Except for the two graves filled with paper flowers on the barren land behind the Fusion Sect's mother tree, everything seemed to have returned to normal... But Chen Ling could keenly sense that the atmosphere of the entire Fusion Sect had undergone subtle changes.

To date, Teacher Ye has not announced the cause of death of the two fusionists. Zhao Yi, who always loves to show off, has not said a word after returning. Even Mi Bo and He Chengxuan have communicated less frequently. When the two occasionally pass by each other, they are as silent as strangers.

Although the children were young, they were always very sensitive to the emotional changes of adults. They saw everything, and the laughter in the mother tree became much less, as if they were afraid of disturbing something...

"Want to eat candied haws?"

"I'll give it to you guys if you have a nice voice~"

Sun Bumian stood at the stairs and saw four or five children preparing to go upstairs with their homework, so he spoke with a smile.

Several children's eyes lit up!

"Brother Sun!"

"Brother Sun is the most handsome!"

"Brother Sun, your lion is so beautiful!"

"..."

"Not bad! Take it and eat it!"

Sun Bumian was very satisfied and conjured up four or five candied haws in one breath. He handed them all to the children, clapped his hands, and walked away... At this moment, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask:

"By the way, have you seen Chen Ling?"

"Brother Chen Ling seems to be outside."

"Ok."

Sun Bumian walked out of the mother tree and saw from afar a man in a red costume sitting on the steps behind the mother tree, holding a branch in his hand, writing or drawing something.

When he got closer, he found that an extremely complicated map had been drawn on the land in front of Chen Ling at some point.

"What are you doing?" Sun Bumian leaned over in confusion.

"Deduce the situation."

Chen Ling answered without even raising her head.

"Oh? Aren't you not interested in the survival of the human realm? Why are you suddenly so concerned about them?"

"The survival of these realms has nothing to do with me." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "I just want to see, if everything really comes to that, where can I find shelter for the Fusion Sect..."

Sun Bumian fell silent.

He glanced at Chen Ling, who looked serious, and sat down next to him. "What do you mean?"

Chen Ling held the branch in his hand and pointed at the circles on the map:

"Among the nine realms of mankind, the Ruoshui Realm and the Aurora Realm have been completely destroyed. After the Hongchen Realm and the Wuji Realm suffered heavy losses, Hongchen Jun and Wuji Jun have already left. The few remaining survivors have also been transferred to the Tianshu and Nanhai realms. So there are four completely abandoned realms."

"The remaining five realms are Tianshu, Nanhai, Xuanyu, Cangyun, and Lingxu."

Chen Ling emphasized and deepened the positions of the five circles.

"Among them, the Lingxu Realm is located in the northwestern corner of the nine realms, and we are in the southernmost part. It is almost impossible to cross thousands of miles to get there... If we go west to Xuanyu or Cangyun, we can't avoid the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest. Therefore, the closest and safest route to the Fusion Sect is only Tianshu and Nanhai..."

"But the Tianshu Realm is now surrounded by the Sighing Wilderness." Sun Bumian added.

"Yes, so theoretically speaking, there is only one most suitable target now... the South China Sea Realm." Chen Ling continued, "And the South China Sea Realm is the most special among the remaining five realms."

"What's so special about it?"

"It is the only realm with two demigods in charge, one is Chu Changqing, the Lord of the South Sea, and the other is the demigod of the Book God Dao. If a war between the two realms really breaks out, this realm has the highest chance of survival."

Sun Bumian rubbed his chin, "What you said makes sense... But this brings us back to the question, will the South Sea Realm accept the Fusion Faction?"

Chen Ling was a little hesitant.

"Is it possible to change our thinking?" Sun Bumian suddenly asked, "What if we don't go to the human realm?"

Chen Ling looked at him deeply, "I know what you are thinking. Apart from the human realm, the only place that can shelter so many people is the ancient Shinto treasury... and to meet the needs of so many children for food and sleep, there is only one final choice..."

"The ancient treasure of Xi Dao."

"...It's unlikely." Chen Ling shook his head directly. "Xidao Ancient Treasures is the headquarters of the Twilight Society. How can the Red King accept such a group of displaced fusionists and let them live in his own headquarters? Don't forget that he is a man who can even calculate his own disciples. What does the life and death of the fusion faction have to do with him? What does it have to do with the reversal of the times?"

"He even stole my gold!" Sun Bumian gritted his teeth, "Well, now my revenge plan against the Red King is hopeless..."

"Time is running out for the Fusion faction."

Chen Ling stood up slowly. "Recently, the food portions in the cafeteria have been reduced, and the children can't get enough to eat... Even if you can make candied haws for them and improve their food, your mental power is not unlimited, and you can't supply hundreds of people at the same time..."

"To be honest, if you eat too much of this, you will really vomit... I can already feel that they are not very willing to eat my candied haws." Sun Bumian sighed.

"Wait a little longer, give Teacher Ye some more time."

"Tell me, why is Mr. Ye so reluctant to return to the human realm? He must have made a lot of contributions to mankind in the past."

Chen Ling looked towards Teacher Ye's office and spoke slowly:

"...Who knows."

……

office.

Teacher Ye sat alone in the dim room, looking at the food consumption list in front of him, motionless like a sculpture...

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly.

He took out the key from his pocket and slowly opened the small drawer at hand. In addition to a mysterious syringe, there was also a stack of yellowed papers. It looked like it was many years old, but it seemed to have been carefully preserved and not damaged.

Teacher Ye gently placed the scattered papers on the table and brushed away the dust on them. A few printed words came into view:

——"The Evolutionary Revolution of Horizontal Gene Transfer".

——Author: Chu Changqing

——Instructor: Professor Ye Mu