BC Chapter 159

Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Yao Jinglin, who had narrowly avoided Lingyuan’s counterattack, hadn’t yet seen the outcome of the battle between You Lan and the other two when Lingyuan’s subsequent series of attacks completely consumed her attention.

If she hadn’t learned many pragmatic combat skills during her years as a training soldier, Yao Jinglin would have died under Lingyuan’s continuous offensive long ago.

The tricky angles and unexpected changes in direction kept Yao Jinglin running for her life. Although she hadn’t been directly hit by any slashes, the tears in her combat uniform, when viewed together, revealed her disheveled state.

She was barely able to defend herself, let alone pay attention to the lives or deaths of Jie Min and Xue Yiran. If she hadn’t been holding her breath and concentrating fully on the battle before her, thinking about being responsible for the lives of those around her and fighting with one hundred and twenty percent of her spirit, she would have been dead several rounds ago.

But even so, she gradually felt like she couldn’t hold on much longer. Her physical strength and reaction speed were slowing down. Although her rationality was still holding her up, the exhaustion of her body was visible and temporarily unrecoverable. So, the current situation, to put it nicely, was a fight; to put it bluntly, it was a one-sided beating.

She was like a mouse being played with by a cat, scurrying around the field in a desperate manner. This fight was as frustrating as it could be.

If Lin Xiang hadn’t been injured… or if Du Huan was here, she wouldn’t have been so badly suppressed. Or, Lu Ziming…

Another roll to dodge the opponent’s downward chop, followed by a single-knee landing and standing, Yao Jinglin gritted her teeth and shook her head. She couldn’t think about it anymore. Thinking about someone who could no longer appear was futile. Since the other person wanted to avoid her, it proved that in their heart, she and Yao Jinglin were people from opposing camps. Lu Ziming… probably would never stand with her…

Many things shouldn’t be dwelled on; dwelling on them would inevitably lead to weakness. It was like, if she really realized at this moment that she might not see Lu Ziming again before she died, she would feel as if a piece of her heart had already been emptied before her death. But everyone knew that Yao Jinglin, in her position, wasn’t allowed to be emotionally vulnerable. She was a commendable good daughter, good public servant, good subordinate, good leader, and good person. Perhaps after marriage, she would also be a good wife, good mother, and good daughter-in-law. But the one thing she couldn’t be was an ordinary person entangled in romantic feelings. Especially when the object of those feelings was a woman that the world didn’t accept. This would be a nuclear-level disaster for Yao Jinglin’s ordinary and uneventful life—enough to sweep away and destroy everything she had possessed from birth to the present.

So, Yao Jinglin had also thought about this issue when she was still rational—Lu Ziming was just someone she had met a few times. Even though Lu Ziming had helped her many times, she was just a good person that was commonly seen in life. Why did she always involuntarily think of Lu Ziming at these life-and-death junctures? Did she subconsciously think that the other person was the key to her rebirth? Stop it, she had seen many emotional gamblers who bet all their possessions on one person. But Yao Jinglin firmly believed that she wasn’t that irrational.

Why bother? Lu Ziming was just someone she had never possessed. For a well-behaved girl like her who had been disciplined since childhood, a life that had never gone off track was the path she should take. Even if she gloriously sacrificed herself in the process of performing her duty and was posthumously honored as a martyr, it would just be another step that she, as a role model for an upright life, should take.

But now that the moment of ending seemed to have really arrived, she couldn’t help but use her lightning-fast mind to rethink—was this her life? Was this the ending she wanted? Was this kind of model life necessary for her short existence? Had she ever felt excited, proud, and genuinely happy about this kind of life?

Yes. When she stood on the podium to receive the award for being a “Three Good Student,” her homeroom teacher was very happy; when she received a special college enrollment spot, her mother was excited; when she became a member of the training soldiers, her father was gratified; when she received the so-called civil servant “iron rice bowl,” her whole family held a big banquet to celebrate. What kind of expression did she have at those moments that seemed to satisfy everyone?

Behind the wall full of certificates, during the nights she stayed up until her heart palpitated, was she smiling? During the afternoons when her wrists were wrapped in bandages and her fingers stiffly rose and fell on the piano keys, was she smiling? After the heavy training as a soldier, when she could barely get out of bed the next day, was she smiling? When she received unknown missions and was sent to the front lines, watching those team members who she got along with day and night die one after another in front of her, could she still say she was proud and self-satisfied?

What was a right life? What were meaningful choices? Was it the self-sacrifice of young lives in exchange for the slaps that old and arrogant people gave to young people on the bus? Was it the satisfied smiles on the faces of parents who kept saying they were doing what’s best for you when they forced you to marry a wealthy stranger? Was it the wealthy people raising young organ donors from poor families every year, gambling their lives for money?

Noble? Base? Meaningful? Insignificant?

It was just casual nonsense from two lips on a person’s mouth. The purpose was nothing more than to maintain one’s own interests. People who were swayed by these lies were fools.

In an instant, the enlightenment was like scalding hot water pouring down over Yao Jinglin’s head. Only then did she realize that she was the fool.

A fool who never knew what she wanted and was manipulated by others.

But now… she felt like she had finally broken through the layers of mist before her. And she finally knew what she wanted—no matter what, she wanted to see Lu Ziming again. She had something very important to confirm.

She wanted to see her. At this inappropriate time, this thought was running rampant throughout Yao Jinglin’s body, a strong emotion that overrode all other thoughts.

She wanted to see her. It seemed that seeing her again would give her the answers to the questions that Yao Jinglin couldn’t understand.

She wanted to see her, even if it meant sacrificing her life.

But fate always played tricks on people. Yao Jinglin had finally had a profound life experience, but the damned Grim Reaper didn’t plan to let go of the newly transformed her.

Just as she had once again dodged Lingyuan’s attack and was planning to turn from passive to active, using offense as defense, an unexpected change occurred. Lingyuan suddenly switched hands during the attack, spun around, and retreated. The sharp blade of the weapon was facing Yao Jinglin, who was attacking, and he curled up into a ball, actually adopting a defensive posture.

When it comes to weapons, as the old saying goes: “An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.” This perfectly matched the current situation between Lingyuan and Yao Jinglin.

The momentum of her forward charge couldn’t be stopped for a moment. Yao Jinglin, who was only holding a dagger and planning a surprise attack, had become a joke—before the other person could attack her, she had taken the initiative to move closer.

The cold blade, flashing with white light, was nearly a meter long. If Yao Jinglin collided with it at that angle, she would definitely die if hit, and be injured if grazed. She knew that the other person’s defense was only to prepare for the next attack, but the current situation couldn’t be changed.

Everything happened in a flash. Yao Jinglin couldn’t completely avoid the range of the other person’s attack. She could only try to minimize her injuries before they collided, to exchange for a chance to be injured but not killed.

Was it possible? Thinking this, Yao Jinglin had already tried to change the way her body was exerting force, thinking that she would take advantage of the situation and pounce from the air on top of Lingyuan, who had curled up into a human ball. Even if the other person noticed her intentions at that time, they would only have time to slightly raise their weapon and injure her leg.

Of course, all of this was just Yao Jinglin’s assumption. Just as the two were about to collide and Yao Jinglin was about to leap up, a crouching black figure suddenly approached Lingyuan’s diagonal rear. With a long hand braced on the ground, the person almost kicked out with both feet towards Lingyuan, who was holding the weapon, at an angle parallel to the ground. The speed was like a black panther, definitely more than a notch faster than Yao Jinglin.

That was precisely Lingyuan’s blind spot and a gap in his defense. He didn’t feel the other person’s arrival at all. His head was suddenly struck hard, and the hand that had just switched to an infrequently used weapon trembled. The weapon clattered and fell in front of him, and the force of the kick sent him flying from below Yao Jinglin’s leaping body, sending him face-first, sliding several meters.

Yao Jinglin, who was supposed to land behind Lingyuan, was now uncontrollably crashing into the black figure that had just appeared at her landing point.

Fortunately, the black figure was quick and not weak. Seeing Yao Jinglin pouncing towards them, they immediately reached out to grab her body, swinging her to the side and relying on the two rolling to dissipate the force of Yao Jinglin’s collision.

The two rolled several times before stopping, but a familiar feeling had sprouted in Yao Jinglin’s body the moment the black figure hugged her.

The same crisis, the same action, the same… person.

Yao Jinglin looked up from the black figure’s chest. When she finally saw that face of destiny, her entire spirit, which had been barely held together, instantly dissipated.

“You really… really appeared.” Yao Jinglin had forgotten her surroundings, and as if in a dream, she slowly reached out and touched the face before her.

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