Wandering the Heavens

"Don't have any ideological or moral baggage. After all, you must have a heart as hard as iron to sit back and watch an army of 200,000 be annihilated."

"Yes! I can watch an army of 200,000 being divided and annihilated by the Wala cavalry, but I dare not admit the fact that I was tempted by her beauty. Haha..."

"That proves that you are still a human being, right?"

"No, I can't face this kind of thing. Then what's the difference between me and those bastard gods in ancient idol fairy tales who bring disaster to the world when they fall in love?"

"Why do you think so much? Don't you always take advantage of the situation and achieve your goals in every mission from a God's perspective?"

"But this is not a mission!"

"You shouldn't just focus on the mission, your own life is equally important. Once you lose the most basic humanity, it will become more and more dangerous. Your heart will become colder and colder, and you will put yourself in a superior position and no longer regard yourself as one of the common people."

After saying this, No. 9527 went offline, leaving Yu Xian staring at the gray ceiling in a daze.

Yu Xian got up very early and ran laps in the playground at daybreak. He wanted to get rid of his worries in this way.

After communicating with No. 9527 last night, I realized that I have never changed. Everything can be summed up in four words: “I have no choice.”

I have martial arts skills, but I don't have the decisive killing methods of other time-traveling protagonists. Look at their chapter titles, which are all "Zhang San dies, Li Si is offline" with an exclamation mark. And I...

It's hard to say.

"Yu Xian, come for a morning run too!"

What you fear will come true.

"Hello, monitor!"

Yu Xian doesn't want to run, he wants to run.

"Why do I feel like you are afraid of me!" Cheng Yu is still very sensitive to Yu Xian's emotional changes.

"How is that possible? The monitor is kind, gentle and generous. I love him so much." Yu Xian was talking nonsense at this moment.

It's really weird. I'm a martial artist and have been in the army for many years, so I have mastered the control of jogging rhythm and breathing.

Cheng Yu doesn't look like someone who exercises regularly, but he seems to be very familiar with jogging, which is quite depressing.

"I'm not as good as you say." Cheng Yu was shy even when running.

"Squad leader, we are running. If you get distracted, you will get hurt." Yu Xian's words were quite depressing.

"I wasn't distracted. I was clearly looking at the road carefully." Cheng Yu firmly denied his previous state.

Yu Xian didn't dare to say anything and could only run the two kilometers silently and then go back to wash and change clothes.

The first class was still taught by Professor Xiao, who reviewed the homework submitted by everyone during the military training.

"Hello, students. I am very happy that you did not forget to complete your homework during the military training. I have specially picked out several students' homework to share with you. They have brilliantly explained the practical significance of historical document research from various aspects. In particular, Yu Xian's point of view mainly has two aspects. One is the application of professional knowledge in real life; the other is that history is equal to life. Yu Xian, can you please tell me why you have such a feeling?"

As a scholar, Professor Xiao naturally believes that highbrow works are appreciated by few. However, the first assignment of this freshman stated that once any knowledge is separated from practical application and becomes a theory suspended in the air, this field will become a private domain for the interests of a few people, who will use any means to exclude those who want to enter this circle, while at the same time desperately trying to squeeze their juniors into this circle.

"Professor Xiao, fellow students." Yu Xian stood up and said something polite before organizing his words.

"You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, while the people watching the scenery watch you from the upper floors. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams."

"This is a poem written by Bian Zhilin. Many male students will think of the girls they like and feel the same way. But I also feel the perspective of looking at history from this poem. The philosophy of great men allows us to look at 5,000 years of history from a very high level; but we don't know that our lives are also part of history seen by later people."

“Therefore, I believe that any research should not be a game for a few people who are not familiar with it, but should be widely applicable to contemporary social life, so that it can have long-term vitality.”

"Our country's splendid history of five thousand years has left immeasurable civilizational wealth on this land, and our profession is to restore the lives of our ancestors and feel their joys and sorrows through these piles of old papers and cultural relics. We should take the strengths and apply them to the present, examine the darkness and enlighten the future. This is just my immature idea. If there is anything inappropriate or insufficient, please point it out to me, Professor Xiao and everyone." Yu Xian said and sat back in his seat.

Professor Xiao was silent for a while, then raised his hands and applauded. The students didn't understand why, so they could only follow suit. After a while of applause, Professor Xiao signaled everyone that it was time.

"Yu Xian said it very well. To be honest, my son is also studying at Qingda University. He is a freshman this year like you. At first, I thought my son should also apply for this major. With an old man like me to support him, his future will be much smoother. However, he chose computer science. Because of this, my father and I were unhappy for several days." Professor Xiao took off his glasses, wiped the lenses and put them back on: "Any academic research should not become a game for a few people, let alone a private reserve for the interests of a few people."

"Another thing is that our act of studying the history of our ancestors is itself a kind of history. Now let's look at the next student's homework. Student Yue Siyuan, please tell us about your homework."

After Professor Xiao shared his thoughts, he asked a few students to come out and explain their homework. The two classes passed quickly. The next class was general education. Except for English and advanced mathematics, the others were easy for Yu Xian to master, so he continued to study professional courses in class. The sooner you finish your professional courses, the sooner you can start studying computer science.

However, my whole state is really not right. When I look up or look out the window to see some green plants to relieve eye fatigue, I can just see Cheng Yu...

"No. 9527! Can I finish this mission early? I can't go on like this."

"The user you are calling is instructing other employees to carry out their work. Please do not disturb..."

If you don't want to respond, you don't have to say this!

Yu Xian could only spend the whole morning in agony. As soon as school was over, he quickly packed his textbooks and ran away with his schoolbag.

"Old Yu, wait for us guys!" Hua An only felt that Yu Xian appeared at the classroom door in the blink of an eye.

"It's too late. I'll go to the cafeteria first to grab a seat. You guys can follow me later."

……

Yu Xian looked at Cheng Yu who was eating happily sitting opposite him and wanted to run away again. Hua An and Zhao Ziyun, the two bad friends, actually brought Cheng Yu and her little sisters with them.

"Old Yu, you are smart enough to take the seat first." Hua An was very proud of his good brother's idea.

"It's normal to reserve seats in the library, but aren't you afraid that it will get out if you reserve seats in the cafeteria?"

Yu Xian really didn't know what to do, so No. 9527 pretended to be dead. Chen Caiwei might be able to get in touch with him, but she would probably find a way to sneak into this world and find Cheng Yu to call her mom...

"Eating is a big deal. Others don't have as much ability as you, Old Yu. From now on, I will make you the master of reserving seats." Hua An even put down his chopsticks and patted Yu Xian's shoulder.

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping. Just eat well!"