Su Qi looked at the painting, and under the protection of his "Spiritual Eyes," he might have been the only one not affected by it.
Su Qi always felt that this painting… its style, or rather, the twisted lines, seemed familiar to him.
The question mark on it indicated the word "Sealing."
Now wasn't the time to ponder this; the most important thing was to complete the assignment.
No one knew when the alarm would go off.
Su Qi lifted his pen, twirling it between his fingers, and suddenly noticed a fluctuation in the Luo Shenfu: "Mr. Luo, what's up, do you have an idea?"
"I was just looking at these questions, they bring back memories." The Luo Shenfu paused: "During a Saint's sermons, there would often be similar questions about the rivers and everything in the universe, vast and boundless Daoist Scriptures, with no so-called correct answers, but every person who could respond would manifest their own Daoist Scripture and gain an insight, a Descent of understanding."
Su Qi pondered: "Are you saying that my answer might … trigger subsequent changes?"
"Maybe." The Luo Shenfu was uncertain: "After all, this is the battlefield of the World Ship, there's nothing ordinary here."
"The first two questions are purely philosophical issues, no matter how you answer them, they're flawed."
The Luo Shenfu was also helping Su Qi with the homework: "I suggest looking at it from a broader perspective, expanding and encompassing higher levels, stepping outside the question itself. Plus, you need to move faster, I have a feeling there's not much time for answering."
"No problem at all, I'm the best at stepping outside the question itself."
Su Qi made an OK gesture, confidently picked up the pen, and wrote:
"The chicken came first, out of necessity."
The Luo Shenfu: "..."
Then Su Qi reached out and wrote four big characters on the second question.
The Luo Shenfu's eyes widened.
You're definitely playing around!
Su Qi quickly moved on to the third question, preparing to sketch the previous painting with a pencil.
Su Qi's brow twitched: "I don't have any memory of that painting."
He was certain he had memorized every aspect of that painting, but now as he was about to start, he had no impression of it in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to remember, he just couldn't recall it.
And the Luo Shenfu also furrowed his brows slightly.
"It seems, I can't remember it either."
"Indeed…" His tone carried a heavy weight as he mentioned two words: "Old Days."
"The painting has been covered by the Old Days, its traces lost, so no matter how we gaze at it or try to recall it, it will not leave a memory in our minds."
He turned his head toward the wall behind him, where the painting on the wall had become blurred, covered with a copious amount of blood, obscuring the previous painting.
The Luo Shenfu suddenly paused, looking at Su Qi, who was bent over busily, his hand flying with the watercolor pen.
"Did you remember something?"
"No, I'm just creating freely."
The Luo Shenfu strangely looked at the painting Su Qi was creating, a young boy holding a Gatling with various weapons strapped to his back, his body covered with Mecha armor, with bizarre Runes, Tools, Transforming Devices, and so on.
"Let's not talk about how odd this painting is, who is this little boy?"
Su Qi stroked his chin: "How do I put it, I don't know either."
He paused: "I just subconsciously needed such an image, or perhaps… maybe this is what I just saw."
The Luo Shenfu stared at the abstract painting: "..."
If this is the painting from before, I might as well write the name backwards.
Su Qi exhaled easily: "Anyway, it's very OK, finished, Perfect."
The Luo Shenfu: "..."
"You…" The Luo Shenfu sighed: "Are so far off the right path, way too careless no matter what."
"Let's not talk about whether it's right, just say if it was fast."
The others were also frowning, seemingly having reached the third question and unable to remember the painting on the wall. When they turned around, they too realized… the painting had been covered with bloody blood, and it was impossible to see clearly.
But they were all individuals with extraordinary abilities, quickly... recalling every detail from the moment they entered, there was no question without a reason, if the painting could not be remembered, then the clues had to be hidden around them.
Su Qi immediately noticed the patterns on the classroom's curtains, the little flowers on the duty roster on the blackboard, and various incomplete designs on the textbooks, as well as the childlike designs on the door he saw before entering.
All hinted at the true information of that painting.
But they were all incomplete, disconnected, all anyone could do was try to restore them as much as possible.
Su Qi believed he had restored it quite well.
He slowly closed the workbook, his gaze fixed outside the classroom.
Footsteps were slowly approaching.
The classroom bell in the top right corner rang out loud and clear!
The smart ones had already put down their pens the instant they heard the footsteps, but some were still a beat too slow.
Even as the alarm went off, they hadn't put down their pens, thinking they could draw a few more strokes before the person entered.
But…the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang!
All those who hadn't put down their pens felt a chill.
The person walking in... had a strangely sagging big head, and although he looked a bit abnormal, he at least had a human form.
His eyes immediately locked onto those few who hadn't put down their pens!
He sketched a weird angle with his mouth corners, spitting out a few stiff words, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, hoarse, obscure.