The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 130.1 - Feeling Ostracized by the World.jpg (part 1)

Ever since Su Li told Lan Zhe that the academy would be organizing students to go to the Beast Forest for training, somehow this news leaked out. Within a few days, Su Li once again received alchemy tools from everyone that rivaled what he had earned when he withstood three minutes under Xiao Zuo.

The point wasn’t the alchemy tools.

The point was that their extravagance was completely over the top.

“Why would alchemy tools be made like this?” Su Li asked incomprehensibly while holding the least extravagant item in the whole set—a golden ear cuff.

Even though it was the least extravagant, this ear cuff was still made in an extremely elaborate style. Su Li had to bring it close to his eyeballs to barely make out some of the carved details.

To see clearly, he’d probably need a magnifying glass.

Castor, who was assembling the various scattered pieces into a full set, picked up another alchemy ring of similar style and explained, “Alchemy tools are products built upon elemental foundations, and elements as natural forces, even though they fall within the visible spectrum, are themselves an extremely intricate power system.”

“Secondly, to engrave patterns on gems and metals that allow elemental forces to construct barriers or protective shields, the minimum standard is to be so detailed that they’re invisible to the naked eye.”

Su Li silently looked at Castor.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he definitely saw an expectant expression on this man’s face.

“After all that explanation, your goal is still to get me to wear them, isn’t it?” Su Li put the ear cuff he’d been holding back onto the pile of alchemy accessories. He looked at the strange smile hanging on Castor’s lips, with only one thought in mind.

–I want to escape.

The researcher nodded very decisively.

Castor admitted it quickly, pointing at the neatly stacked alchemy clothing and saying, “In situations where we cannot personally protect you, these relatively crude alchemy tools become a relatively suitable means.”

“They might be generally effective, but if you wear them all together, they will still be something that can comfort our hearts.”

Su Li immediately expressed his farewell.

“No, thank you.” Su Li chose to refuse.

Let alone the astronomical price these alchemy tools would fetch at an auction house, just seeing that inexplicable...inexplicable motherly smile on Castor’s face made Su Li feel it was truly necessary to refuse.

“Only morally good children don’t make adults worry,” Su Li said. “As a youth who has already entered meno....I mean, the rebellious phase, I don’t care at all whether you worry.”

The smile on Castor’s face grew even wider. He stood at one side of the table, slightly bent at the waist, his appearance and demeanor like a butler beside a nobleman—not to the extent of flattery, yet showing utmost respect.

“Even if you make us worry, it absolutely has nothing to do with morality.”

“As for what it does relate to, that is of course...”

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Su Li asked, “What is it?”

Perhaps he would never be able to break this habit of asking questions despite knowing the answers would make his hair stand on end.

“Of course it’s that you, who once stood high above and lit lamps for those of us standing in the darkness without direction, have finally developed thoughts of depending on us.”

Castor’s gaze as he looked at Su Li somehow revealed a kind of affection.

“This is the same feeling for me and all members of the research base,” Castor placed his right hand over his left heart and quite seriously bowed slightly to Su Li.

“Farewell!” Su Li slapped the table with a “bang” and, using this supporting force, quickly walked toward the exit of the small building.

Castor had arrived at the small building with a large pile of clothing early in the morning.

At that time, there was still an hour before the scheduled meeting with the other classmates from the underachievers’ class at Asa Academy.

Su Li, who was habitually punctual whether for work or daily appointments, unusually planned to arrive early.

Just as he pulled open the main door of the small building, he bumped right into Egbert.

The young man who was about to enter had a patch of purple bruise at the corner of his mouth. The more serious injuries from his previous 1v1 with Lan Zhe had already healed, but this area at the corner of his mouth had somehow been “enhanced” by the Dark Holy Son and hadn’t fully recovered.

Being injured wasn’t embarrassing, and Egbert didn’t feel there was any problem with being punched in the face. However, due to his concerns that his injured facial features might look unappealing or even frightening, Egbert had very deliberately chosen to avoid Su Li these past few days.

When they suddenly bumped into each other, a flash of gloomy introversion crossed his face.

What to do? Lord Su Li has seen my unsightly appearance...

The former Son of Light shouldn’t have had such a sensitive inner world, but as Euphia always said, except with Su Li.

Except when facing Su Li.

After composing himself, Egbert instantly felt happy about being in close proximity to Su Li.

He could even see that a strand of hair on Su Li’s head was sticking up slightly out of control!

The angle now, almost equal to being face-to-face, was certainly different from viewing from other angles!

Egbert involuntarily exhaled, a trace of pleasure appearing on his face, though his words restrained his increasingly abnormal thoughts.

“Does Lord Su Li have something urgent? Why are you opening the door so hastily?”

“Nothing major, just planning to meet with classmates early,” Su Li stepped back and looked at the serious-faced Egbert. His intuition told him that something was off about Egbert’s behavior right now, but Su Li couldn’t detect any obvious abnormality.

He might never realize in his lifetime that a grown man could develop Oscar-worthy acting skills just because of a purple bruise at the corner of his mouth.

“Is today when you go to the Beast Forest for training?” Egbert paused, then grabbed Su Li’s shoulders and urgently said, “I’ve been completely unaware that you’re about to experience this kind of first time, which is entirely my fault.”

Su Li’s mouth twitched, and under Egbert’s verbal assault, he ignored the hands on his shoulders and blurted out, “You’d better give me a suitable explanation for what you mean by ‘first time.’”

Egbert secretly rejoiced that not only was he in close proximity to Su Li today, but he could even place both hands on his shoulders, while verbally responding seriously, “I was only referring to your first time participating in a large-scale activity with classmates.”

Su Li looked at his expression, staring for a full five seconds without finding anything wrong.

But no abnormality was the greatest abnormality.

Egbert being normal?

This was the most abnormal scene imaginable.

However, before questioning whether he had taken his medication today, Su Li chose to leave early and told Egbert, “Alright, I should go now.”

He shouldn’t linger at the doorway too long pondering what bizarre thoughts were running through Egbert’s mind, but should get to Asa Academy sooner.

Egbert gazed longingly as Su Li stepped around him and pulled open the main door with one hand.

Just as an image rose in his mind like a mirage—Su Li as a two or three-year-old dumpling figure with both hands on the door handles—Castor had already gathered those alchemy tools in his hands and walked to the door.

He said, “Are you really going to act according to my earlier suggestion?”

Su Li didn’t respond.

Until Castor said another sentence, “I think the words I told you earlier very much need to be repeated to Mr. Egbert.”

Egbert promptly asked, “What words?”

Castor just gave him a subtle look.

What else could it be?

It had to be words that, once heard by Su Li, would make him think of the Egbert virus.

Su Li half-turned to look at Castor inside the doorway and said, “Someone like me would absolutely never do anything that makes me unhappy.”

“For instance, accepting a full set of alchemy clothing that would bring greater social death, just because of some trivial, potentially embarrassing current situation.”

Su Li absolutely refused to stand there like a welcoming pine tree.

Using reverse psychology would certainly be the wrong approach.

Su Li departed gracefully.

Castor, however, fixed Egbert with a pensive gaze.

The right-hand man who had provided no help to the situation just stood there watching Su Li’s back, silently smiling in an indescribable way.

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In the end, Su Li chose not to arrive early at the meeting place.

He chose to wait quietly not far from the small building for Cyril and Qi, who were still washing up.

However, when Cyril came racing toward him carrying an extra-large milk bottle, Su Li’s entire face nearly wrinkled like a steamed bun.

“Don’t be like that, you should at least know how much your growth rate worries us,” Cyril gestured at Su Li, who was already almost a head shorter than him.

Su Li certainly wasn’t short—after a year in this other world, his height was approaching 170cm.

It’s just that Cyril’s development was clearly excessive, now already over 180cm.

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“The problem is with you all, not me,” he said deeply.

His pre-transmigration height of 185cm gave Su Li clear self-awareness.

At least in the world before his transmigration, at a virtual age of 14, he had been only 160cm tall.

People in this world were obviously developing abnormally.

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Egbert actually had a height of over 190cm.

Though others weren’t short either.

It’s worth noting that even Euphia was 180cm tall, and when she walked around, it was no ordinary walking with the wind.

The Lion’s Club leader was even two meters tall.

Therefore, Su Li remained firmly convinced that the problem was with this world. As for himself? He had always been normal.

“But you really...” Cyril wanted to say something as he looked at the top of Su Li’s head, but stopped.

Qi, who was half a year younger than Su Li’s body age in this other world, was now two centimeters taller than Su Li.

“Let me emphasize again, I am normal,” Su Li’s face was almost rigid.

Cyril shrugged, withdrawing the motion he had originally intended to thrust the large bottle of milk into Su Li’s hands.

Though nothing was said, it gave the impression that the weight of the milk could very well press Su Li to become even shorter.

Su Li: ........................

Ah, that was the second time that small building had made him feel he couldn’t stay there anymore.

The first time was because everyone was very abnormal.

Now it was because everyone was very “abnormal”!

Su Li chose to treat Cyril as a humanoid self-walking milk delivery robot.

Afterward, on the way to meet with the underachievers’ class, there was no conversation.

The leading teacher for this session was still the familiar golden-haired curly-haired Haiya.

He didn’t give too many instructions to the underachievers’ class students, just simply said a few sentences, “I don’t expect you to come back intact, but at least try your best to keep yourselves alive in this low-level training.”

“That’s all, now be sure to follow the first class instructing teacher’s team closely.”

Haiya was not weak in ability, but as the elemental guidance teacher for the underachievers’ class, he did not have the authority to lead the entire grade of students.

“Don’t expect...low-level training....try our best to stay alive...” The gray-haired boy who had initially exchanged places with Qi so that Qi and Su Li could become deskmates, couldn’t help muttering.

The boy suddenly turned to look at Qi. “I know we’re weak, but it shouldn’t... shouldn’t be that bad, right?”

“Just not having to repeat a year is already proof of our ability,” Qi took it in stride.

Qi was different from Cyril. If the latter still thought purely from a human rational perspective, Cyril’s talent would nearly equate to 100% elemental affinity.

This might be a concept of talent, but what truly made Qi understand that some things didn’t need to be overly pursued was still the Holy Son Army.

Based on strength, Qi saw things very clearly.

Qi could even evaluate from the perspective of a royal child and one of Amikbi’s heir candidates that when all personnel related to that red brick building were present, they could overturn half of Amikbi with the strength of just a single-digit number of humans.

There was no need for comparison, nor necessity for it.

Qi turned to comfort the gray-haired boy. “Teacher Haiya has no expectations for us, which also means that if we do just a little bit better, it would far exceed his expectations.”

The gray-haired boy stared woodenly at Qi, his gaze containing some amazement he hadn’t even noticed himself. “I feel like you’ve become so different from before, Qi. Though I can’t exactly say ‘before’—maybe half a month ago or a month ago?”

“The difference is really obvious.”

He even explained, “If it were you back then, I feel like you would only answer by saying, ‘We are that bad,’ or, ‘We are just average,’ something like that.”

Hearing this, Qi was also somewhat stunned, then uncontrollably shifted his gaze to Su Li not far away.

That boy was now saying something to Cyril, his platinum blonde hair with one strand bobbing up and down as he spoke. Moreover, Su Li’s expression, appearance, and demeanor showed not the slightest trace of pressure.

Qi could even hear others from different classes questioning, “It seems there’s a zero elemental affinity person in the rich kids’ class, could he be this year’s bait?”

At this point, someone even replied, “Weaklings can certainly serve as bait, but someone as weak as him, even monster beasts wouldn’t want to eat him.”

This was a conversation that had existed every year in previous years, but back then, Qi didn’t even qualify to be the person being evaluated.

The academy was still a small circle, and students who paid their way in weren’t as spoiled and unbearable as others might think. Within the same class, there was rarely any obvious malicious targeting behavior.

After all, everyone had paid to get in—who knew whose power behind the scenes was greater?

Perhaps noticing that he hadn’t approached for a long time, Su Li waved at Qi from a distance during a break in his conversation with Cyril.

The boy who was still officially the crown prince seemed as if the wind had forcibly given him a floating, unstable quality.

However, from Su Li’s perspective, he certainly wouldn’t use such a literary description.

He just felt that even Qi’s sadness now seemed excessively gentle.

When the person walked to his side, Su Li asked, “What’s wrong?”

The boy who was two centimeters taller than Su Li was lowering his head, looking like a small beast that had been bullied.

Qi said dejectedly, “I’m just a bit unhappy. How can those people still say such things even after seeing that book Mr. Eg released?”

Su Li laughed when he heard this. He originally wanted to pat Qi’s shoulder, but after noticing the height difference, he put down his raised hand.

Su Li said calmly, “Whatever viewpoints others hold actually doesn’t matter.”

To say he couldn’t hear the targeted language from people in other classes would be impossible.

Su Li simply didn’t care about what they said.