Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

How could a mortal man have so much? How many good deeds must he have done to accumulate so much?

Hearing his voice, Xie Nan followed without hesitation.

After using the restroom, Su Chen stood in the corridor waiting for someone to come out. He pointed to the corner and said, "Xie, would you mind chatting with me privately about your ability to speak words?"

Xie Nan raised his head and looked at him in confusion: "What is the power of words, classmate Su, what are you talking about?"

"...Hmm? Don't you know you have a talent? That's really strange. Come with me."

In the corner, Su Chen briefly explained it. Looking at his shocked expression, he was sure that he didn't know that he also had the ability of a Word Master. He couldn't hide his surprise on his face.

The two looked at each other, neither of them said anything.

After a long while, Xie Nan finally spoke.

His voice was filled with excitement: "Student Su, you mean, my ability isn't a curse, nor is it a crow's mouth, but a cool ability like my words coming true. Isn't that amazing?"

"Then I've become a god, and whatever I say will come true."

Su Chen chuckled and shook his head: "...Ha, of course not. Judging from your current spiritual energy, all you can do is cause a little trouble to others."

"For example, if someone bullies you, you can say they'll fall, have a flat tire on their bike, or have a broken chain. You can't do anything to seriously injure them."

"The true power of a Word Spirit Master is to bestow blessings and bring good wishes to others, but this requires a lot of spiritual energy. Unless you go to a sect to practice, it's difficult to do it on your own."

Xie Nan was discouraged when he heard this. All he could do was to be a pessimist, which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't, so it wasn't very useful.

Su Chen saw that he had his head down and looked dejected.

He consoled her, "Don't be discouraged. Your ability has a very high ceiling. With sufficient spiritual energy, you can truly make your words come true. It's a very cool ability."

"I cultivate Dao power, which is different from your spiritual energy. I can't help you with this aspect of cultivation."

"If you want, I can help you find a master."

Xie Nan's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Student Su, you mean that you are willing to find a master for me so that I can practice well, right?"

Su Chen hummed: "Your ability is very special. If you practice well, you may become a great leader in the future. Don't waste it."

"Okay, as long as there's someone willing to teach me, I'll definitely work hard to overcome my social anxiety and learn from the master."

"As long as I learn well, people won't keep calling me a jinx or a bad luck charm. I also want to be able to protect myself, and help... more people to bless me."

Xie Nan hopes that he can bring happiness to others, rather than being a jinx and bringing misfortune to others. That is not what he wants.

Su Chen raised his eyebrows, not expecting that he had social anxiety.

"But looking at you now, it seems that your social anxiety is not serious."

"Yes, maybe it's because you're different. You have a lot of moral aura about you. When I see you, I feel warm and I don't feel nervous or scared at all."

Xie Nan looked at him with bright eyes, as if filled with stars.

Su Chen pursed his lips and smiled, then said softly, "I'll give someone a call. If there's a suitable master, I'll take you to meet him."

"Okay, thank you, Su."

"You're welcome, you should."

The two returned to the classroom and stayed there until the end of get out of class.

Su Chen went back to the dormitory to find his headphones. As soon as he walked out of the dormitory door, he vaguely heard a noise, which was getting louder and louder.

He paused and walked over slowly. At the corner, he saw a boy with long hair squatting. His hair was grabbed by someone's hand and he had a painful expression on his face.

It was none other than Xie Nan. He hadn't expected that although his classmates were so friendly, his roommate would be like this.

Bullying, is it endless bullying again?

The tattooed man spat on the ground, a fierce look on his face: "Look at your face, buddy asked you for a favor, why don't you help me?"

Xie Nan said with difficulty: "I won't go. You want me to accompany the old woman. You want me to sell my body. I will go with nothing."

"Oh, you're a man, not a girl. Even if there's something wrong, you won't suffer any loss. What else do you want if you have money?"