Long Ao was sitting on the ground. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Can't you just borrow one?"
Chen Guan looked at him and still lied without batting an eyelid. "We were at the bottom of the sea at that time."
Long Ao shut up.
Well, since they were at the bottom of the sea, what else could he say? Could he borrow it from SpongeBob?
It's good to be alive!
Hong Yuan rammed her axe into the ground. She stared at Chen Guan for a while. After confirming that he could talk and walk, a sense of melancholy welled up in her heart.
She was from Modu College. Was it really okay for her to rush into Huaqing on a whim?
Yin Chen was the smartest. He refused to catch the first ride back and stayed in the North with Su Yuehe for the time being.
An Changqing sheathed his sword, but his face still looked pale.
"Where did you go after leaving Modu?"
The question came quickly.
Fortunately, Chen Guan was well - prepared. "I was swept into the sea and the water carried me far away. I just found my way back."
Hong Yuan was moving her shoulder with the bleeding claw marks. She shifted her gaze from Chen Guan to An Changqing.
"As long as everyone is alive. Let's not just stand here in the cold wind."
She put the heavy axe back on her shoulder.
"I'm used to the cold in the North. Instead, I feel the climate here is not suitable for living."
Just then, Chen Guan's phone rang. After answering it, he heard the old man's urgent voice.
"Have you picked them all up?"
Chen Guan looked at the three miserable people in front of him.
"Yes, I've picked them all up. One can walk, one can scold, and one seems to be carsick."
Long Ao immediately looked up and observed the people around him.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Whoever answers me will be the one I'm talking about."
Long Ao swallowed back his retort aggrievedly.
His over - exhausted body really didn't have the confidence to argue further.
On the other end of the phone, Sima Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Then, suppressing his anger, he started to roar.
"Bring them all back safely. Especially An Changqing. Tell him to stop using his supernatural power immediately."
After a short pause, he issued the final ultimatum.
"If he dares to jump through space one more time, I'll tie his two legs to the formation platform tightly tonight."
Hearing this threat, An Changqing didn't talk back.
He knew that his teacher meant well.
He tightened his grip on the sword sheath and then turned to walk towards the college gate.
Chen Guan followed up. The group walked through the forest path outside the barrier.
The guiding light from the formation platform extended along the ground, showing them the way back.
When Chen Guan and the others returned to the college's spatial formation platform, Sima Ming was already standing at the edge of the platform waiting for them.
The old man's coat was half - askew, and the pen in his hand was creaking under his tight grip.
As soon as An Changqing stepped out of the formation pattern, Sima Ming's gaze fell on him.
"An Changqing."
An Changqing, who was called by name, stopped.
"Do you want to explain why you crossed more than ten thousand kilometers from the North Battlefield and dragged two people back with you?"
There was suppressed anger in Sima Ming's voice.
"Do you want the medical building to arrange a single - room for you tomorrow, or do you want me to apply for the college's martyr - to - be quota for you right away? Do you want to take Chen Guan's place so soon?"
The on - duty teacher beside him lowered his head and tried hard not to laugh.
Long Ao was sitting on the edge of the formation platform. His face looked a little better than before. Hearing this, he pointed at himself.
"Teacher, I was dragged back."
Sima Ming glanced at him.
"Shut up too."
"Being dragged back and still alive shows that you have a tough life, but it doesn't mean what he did was right, nor does it mean you're blameless."
Long Ao put his hand down dejectedly.
Hong Yuan was carrying her axe on her shoulder. The cold air from the North on her body hadn't completely dissipated. She was watching the show with glee.
You've scolded the Huaqing students, so you can't scold me.
She was about to say something, but then Sima Ming's gaze swept over.
"Student Hong Yuan, you're from Modu College."
Hong Yuan immediately stood up straight.
Sima Ming continued, "Thank you for visiting Huaqing, but your shoulder is still bleeding."
"If you don't go to the medical building soon, when your dean from Modu College calls later, it'll be hard for me to explain."
Hong Yuan looked down at the wound on her shoulder.
The frozen blood just now began to thaw in the warm air of Huaqing and seeped down the fabric, leaving a dark stain.
Hong Yuan said sensibly, "Then I'll go first."
Actually, she was still a little afraid that the old man in front of her would suddenly start scolding her too.
Chen Guan was about to follow when Sima Ming's gaze turned to him.
"You go too."
Chen Guan looked at himself. "I'm not injured."
Given his special ability, which was like a perpetual motion machine by stepping on his left foot with his right, it would be strange if he got hurt.
Sima Ming scoffed.
"You disappeared from Modu and the life - monitoring system lost your signal. The college's mourning area was almost activated. Now you tell me you're not injured?"
Chen Guan thought for a while.
"The mourning area wasn't officially activated."
He added, "Technically, I'm still alive."
The on - duty teacher's shoulders trembled as he tried hard to hold back his laughter.
Sima Ming stared at Chen Guan. He was helpless with him, but still pointed in the direction of the medical building.
"Even the living need a medical examination."
After saying this, An Changqing took a step towards Chen Guan.
The cold winter air on his body hadn't completely dissipated. His hair tips were still cold, and his face was paler than usual.
After that punch, he seemed to have calmed down a bit. Chen Guan glanced at him and said, "You go for the check - up first."
An Changqing said, "Let's go together."
Chen Guan said, "You seem to need it more."
An Changqing replied quickly, "You seem to need someone to watch over you more."
Chen Guan had nothing to say.
Baal was laughing heartily in his mind.
"Kid, you've got your comeuppance. Human friendship is so troublesome. You come back alive only to queue up to be scolded."
Chen Guan ignored him. Anyway, Old Ba didn't need his response.
The group was driven to the medical building by Sima Ming.
On the way, An Changqing didn't walk fast.
His steps still seemed steady, but every ten or so steps, he would press his right hand on his temple.
The ability of changing stars consumes a lot of mental energy. He had just crossed the unstable space continuously. If it weren't for his exceptional talent, anyone else would have been lying on the formation platform waiting for rescue.
Long Ao caught up from behind. His face was full of annoyance. "An Changqing, next time when you want to run, could you say something first?"
An Changqing looked at him sideways.
Long Ao said, "At least I could finish my dinner."
Hong Yuan nodded beside them.
"I didn't even have time to get my coat."
An Changqing was silent for a moment. Weren't you two different in the North?
Why are you acting so cool now?
Actually, Yin Chen and Su Yuehe also wanted to come back. But there were the people they brought with them in the North. They couldn't just order them to run away first, so they stayed.
After a while, he still decided to go along with the two red - haired people and said, "It won't happen again next time."
Chen Guan looked at him, and An Changqing also looked at Chen Guan.
"On the premise that you don't die again."
Chen Guan corrected him, "I didn't die."
An Changqing looked at his phone and said loudly, "According to the system, you were dead for three hours and forty - seven minutes."
"It's just a system error."

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