Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

A few days later, a letter that was almost sarcastic was left at the door of the private school by someone unknown.

On the envelope were three crooked large characters painted in red paint: "Received by Su Ping".

The letter was eventually picked up by a student who got up early to go to school and then delivered to Su Ping's dormitory.

However, in the dormitory at this time, there were not only Su Ping and his three fellow students, but also Gong Xihua who came to visit, and a fellow student who had had an extraordinary conversation with him in the school before.

That junior fellow student was handsome, although not as handsome as Yan Ziyuan, but not inferior. His surname was Meng and his courtesy name was Ziyu.

That was the Mencius, the second sage of Confucianism in Su Ping's memory, but he was still very young.

The six people present looked at the envelope on the table with some doubtful expressions, and they all felt that all the properties of this letter were very special.

Gong Xihua looked left and right, then scratched his head and asked, "By the way, Brother Su, why don't you open the letter and take a look at what it says?"

Su Ping shook his head and said, "This kind of letter is equivalent to a slap in the face. The content inside is probably the same no matter how it changes. It makes no difference whether you read it or not."

"So this is what you think, brother. I'm willing to learn from you." Gong Xihua grinned and said with a smile.

Zeng Xi closed his eyes slightly, tapped the table with one finger, and spoke in a gentle voice, "Little brother, can you guess who it is?"

"I guess there is only one, but there is no evidence, so it's useless to talk about it now." Su Ping sighed.

As far as he knew, the person most likely to have done this was Mr. Wang, whose plan seemed to have been ruined by him. After all, the previous identity replacement and the ambush along the way had left a deep impression on Su Ping.

But if it was really him, then Mr. Wang's repeated actions were too frequent. If it were not difficult to find evidence, the case would have been resolved long ago.

Zeng Xi hesitated for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Little brother, you should open it and take a look. If there is a signature inside, at least you can go to the General Affairs Department and report a case of harassment and intimidation."

"Brother Zeng is right. We can report the problem to the police and solve it. We shouldn't have to fend for ourselves." Ran Zi nodded in agreement.

Su Ping glanced at the letter, then tore it open and took out the rough paper inside. The words on it were written very neatly, as if they were printed, probably to avoid being caught by others.

The letter begins with a very polite paragraph, which forms a sharp contrast with the large words on the envelope.

"Mr. Su, reading your letter is like meeting you in person. I have known you for a long time, but I am too ashamed to meet you in person. So I write to you to express my feelings."

"Hiss..." Yan Ziyuan took a breath and rubbed his arms, "Isn't this a love letter from someone to my junior? How about we all stay away from it?"

Su Ping sighed and said helplessly: "Writing your name on the envelope with red paint doesn't look like a love letter at all."

Yan Ziyuan closed his eyes slightly and smiled to himself: "If it's not a love letter, then could it be that my good-looking brother has attracted the attention of other men? Oh, that would be really..."

"You are being unreasonable!" Zeng Xi interrupted him, and then said, "Little brother, ignore this frivolous guy, just continue reading."

Su Ping nodded and continued, "Recently, the name of Mr. Su has been known by many scholars. I am very happy, but the voices are mixed, and more than 60% of them are against you."

"Based on this, a debate will be held at Yuewen Restaurant in three days. Most of the scholars in Liyue Harbor will gather here. If Scholar Su is interested in clearing his name, please come to the restaurant."

Up to this point, that was all the content in the letter. However, the debate written on it made Su Ping twitch his lips, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It was just held once last year, and it's happening again this year. Is this never going to end?"

"Maybe this will be the last time." Zeng Xi said slowly: "If I can make a name for myself this time, there may be voices of opposition in the future, but such a large-scale event should be impossible."

"What Brother Zeng said makes sense. They may think that I am only eight years old, or they may think that a child cannot make big waves. With this mentality, they are still hoping for the best. Otherwise, how could they dare to do that to any rising literary star?"

Ran Ziyou folded his arms, and after he finished speaking, he still felt a little angry in his heart. After all, the person who had been pushed to the forefront was his junior who he had been with day and night.

Not to mention him, even if it was anyone else, seeing the person they had lived with for two years being bullied like this, no matter how good-tempered they were, they would not be able to suppress their anger.

Meng Ziyu remained silent for a long time. He looked at Su Ping who looked thoughtful and asked, "Brother Su, you look confident. Have you made up your mind?"

Upon hearing this, the other few people kept their eyes on Su Ping, waiting for him to make a decision. After all, this was his own business, and if he didn't want to go, there was no need to force him.

But if he doesn't go, then the three senior students will go together and personally turn the tables for the younger student who lives under the same roof.

Su Ping raised his head. In their eyes, the immaturity seemed to have faded a little, and was replaced by a more mature and steady look.

"No matter what the other party's intention is in writing this letter, since he sincerely invites us, we can't refuse. Let's wait three days and go to Yuewen Restaurant!"

Yan Ziyuan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's right. It would be even better if I could just take a look at the love letter to my junior brother... and who wrote it!"

Su Ping remained silent and rolled his eyes, feeling helpless.

Zeng Xi and Ran Ziyou both held their foreheads and sighed, with a look of disappointment on their faces, as if they were silently saying, how could I have a friend like this?

As for the two people, Gongxihua and Meng Ziyu, who were younger and weaker in terms of seniority and familiarity with the crowd, they didn't know what to say and could only remain speechless.

The farce in the dormitory ended appropriately at about the right time.

This was easy for the four people who were familiar with it, but the other two were a little confused. As it was getting late, they said goodbye and left.

Late at night, the three senior students went to bed because they all needed to go to school to give lectures the next day.

Su Ping sat on his bed, looking at the faint moonlight coming through the window with his eyes half closed. Although he felt tired, he couldn't fall asleep.

He suddenly had no idea who had written the letter. He had thought it might be a threat, but the result was completely different.

Moreover, the handwriting is so neat that it is almost impossible to tell the individual's writing habits. If one wants to investigate, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Su Ping really couldn't figure out who wrote the letter to him and why. It couldn't be that the letter was just to remind him to go to the debate in three days.

If this is really the case, it can only mean that Su Ping, who has experienced many hardships, sees others too complicatedly.

This kind of caution can indeed save a lot in many situations, but conversely, in the face of such unexpected signs, caution turns into suspicion.

The moon is very bright tonight, and the silver moonlight is scattered. It cannot be covered by the window paper, allowing it to walk into the room and appear in the eyes of those who have not yet fallen asleep.

The moonlight is like frost, but it is not cold. When you touch it with your palm, you will not feel cold. But when you look at it with your eyes, you can see that it is covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, Su Ping, for some unknown reason, placed his hand on the moonlit ground. Suddenly, there was a difference in his eyes, a look of contemplation and a bit of enlightenment that was about to break through the confusion.

Once upon a time, he understood the connection between the past, present and future. Now, it was another kind of understanding that was not much different, but what he was about to understand was not time or years.

It is something hidden in the human heart, which almost everyone has. It comes from emotions, and can be for protection or destruction. It can be a good medicine to save lives, or a sharp blade to kill people.

It is lies and truth, or it can be called true and false.

Su Ping has the experience of his previous life. Having worked hard in the mixed business world, he has a good understanding of the truth and falsehood of human hearts.

However, the more he understands, the deeper he falls. After getting used to the intrigues of strangers, if suddenly someone treats him differently, it will be a big shock to him.

The letter was originally unimportant to Su Ping, but before that, he had suffered a lot of persecution. Suddenly, an invitation letter from a stranger appeared. It did not contain any threatening words and seemed to be just a simple invitation.

It felt like after accumulating countless pressures before, when he thought it was the same time, that person patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Instead of continuing to put pressure on him, or giving him anything else, she walked away calmly, left gracefully, and never looked back.

This was not profound, nor did it seem to be that important. It was just right, giving Su Ping some space to relax and bring about his current thoughts.

On the floor, Su Ping's fingers moved slightly, and the enlightenment in his eyes became more and more, and two rays of clear light burst out, as if he was the supreme immortal god at this moment!

The next moment, Su Ping raised his hand and clenched it. The moonlight attached to his fist. When he released it again, it seemed to fall into his palm.

This seemingly simple grip and release gave him an extremely profound realization, and he was about to enter the state, unable to stay for even a moment.

Su Ping sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and quietly felt his way as he walked in a world where the sea and sky merged into one. However, it seemed that no matter how long he walked or how far he felt he had walked, he was still in the same place.

Not long after, Su Ping stopped, squatted on the ground, pressed his palms on the ground, and said softly: "So that's it... So that's it!"

The moment his words came out, the palm of his hand pressed on the ground suddenly clenched into a fist, and then the world collapsed and shattered in an instant.

Outside, in the dormitory, Su Ping suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "When I clenched my fist, the moonlight seemed to be attached to the outside, but in fact it was also held in my hand. The moment I let go, it ran away."

"This is based on the common sense of the world's eyes, and it is false. As long as I hold the moonlight in my heart, it is true. True is true and false is false, false is false and true. Everything is up to the human heart, and everything is up to my heart!"

"If I think it is true, then it is true. If I think it is false, then it is false. What can determine the truth or falsehood is not the eyes, but the heart!"

"Use your eyes as a transmitter and your heart to judge. All falsehoods and right and wrongs will cease to exist. Before me, nothing exists!"