Chapter 69: Wasting Time
Fernando was once a junior high school math teacher in a public school and a respected educator.
All right…
No one respects him at all.
He taught mathematics for twenty years, but the number of students who could patiently listen to his lectures seriously was almost zero.
Because of the "quality education" and "happy learning" generally advocated in Europe and the United States, the truly wealthy families, the elite class, and intellectuals have long sent their children to "unhappy" private schools.
Ordinary public schools are filled with a group of poor students who don’t like to study and have no ambition to improve themselves.
They have no intention of listening to the lessons and only know how to waste their precious lives on endless entertainment activities.
This is simply "suicide".
Twenty years ago, their means of "committing suicide" were chatting in class, reading novels, and reading magazines.
Ten years ago, their way of "committing suicide" was to play GB machines and listen to Walkmans in class.
Five years ago, people kept electronic pets and listened to Walkmans.
Then came mobile phones and laptops.
…
The students' methods of "committing suicide" kept getting more and more sophisticated, but no one was willing to listen carefully to the knowledge Fernando was trying to impart with great effort.
"Why…"
"Why would you rather waste your time on these meaningless things than listen to my lectures carefully?"
He has been asking this question in his heart for twenty years.
He was in pain and torment, feeling sad for his students and himself.
Finally one day, Fernando couldn't help but explode in class.
He smashed the students' cell phones and computers and asked them the question that had tormented him for years.
The students’ answers were:
"Because Teacher Fernando is boring."
"Math is boring to begin with, and what Mr. Fernando teaches is even more boring."
"Yeah yeah…"
"We don't want to listen to such boring stuff!"
"Time is ours, we can waste it however we want!"
“…”
These students have no desire to make progress and no signs of seeking change.
Fernando is just an ordinary middle-aged teacher. What else can he do in the face of this group of unyielding students?
He can't do anything.
So, Fernando had to resign from his teaching position in despair, and before leaving office, he hacked all 23 students in his class to death in the classroom.
Since they didn't need their own time anyway, he would help take some of it in advance.
It was also from that day that he discovered that he seemed to have some special talent.
but…
Although he has not been a teacher for a long time, Fernando has always maintained his love for this profession.
For example, he would regard his enemies as "students" and the many "temptations" contained in the container as tests for the students.
When he activates his Stand ability, he will also talk about mathematics with great emotion:
"Students, please look at this question with me. It is very simple."
“2x^2-7x+3=0.”
“Find the solution for X.”
"Are there any students who know the answer? Is there any?"
Fernando was like an actor immersed in a play, pacing back and forth on the street with passion and reciting his lines passionately.
However, after he had painstakingly finished teaching a piece of knowledge, he looked back and saw...
The two "students" whom he had high hopes for did not pass the "test" at all.
Bucciarati climbed forward despite being seriously injured and concentrated on reading the newspaper that fell out of the container.
Giorno picked up the remote control and started watching TV in a daze. He even switched to his favorite discovery channel in just a few seconds and watched the popular science program about animals and plants with great gusto.
“…”
"Rubbish! Two more rubbish!"
Fernando screamed hysterically:
"Instead of using your precious time to study, you're wasting it on something so meaningless!"
The elegant temperament of a scholar in him disappeared in an instant.
Instead, there was a kind of tyranny, a kind of terror, and an uncontrollable anger:
"You time-wasting rubbish..."
“It just requires education!”
Fernando grabbed Giorno, who was addicted to TV, and drew a dagger from his waist in anger.
The blade was cold, and the refracted light even reflected into Giorno's eyes.
But Giorno still didn't react.
He was completely absorbed in the TV show in front of him.
Just like some failed authors who would unconsciously pick up their phones to watch videos or read the news while writing, and then when they wake up, they find that their phone battery is only 10% left, they haven’t written a single word of the novel, and several hours have passed...
After entering the terrible state of wasting time, humans cannot feel the passage of time at all.
Giorno was completely addicted to TV and had no idea what he was doing, let alone the dagger that was about to hit him.
Finally, Fernando stabbed Giorno in the arm.
"Does it hurt?"
"Are you finally awake?"
Fernando clutched the bloody dagger and roared angrily:
"You rubbish who don't know the value of time, only when you feel pain will you be temporarily awake."
"this…"
Giorno's face looked extremely ugly.
He endured the stinging pain in his arm and tried to concentrate to summon the golden experience to fight back.
but…
But this TV is really great.
Before Giorno had time to concentrate, his attention was once again drawn back to the colorful TV screen.
His consciousness gradually faded, and even the tingling pain in his arm could not keep him awake.
You have to know that a stand is an image condensed from spiritual energy. If the mind cannot be concentrated, the stand naturally cannot appear.
"hehe."
"A dog will never stop eating shit!"
"Even if I 'whip' you so hard, you will still waste your life."
Fernando pressed the knife tightly against Giorno's neck, his sneer full of anger:
"You, should be like my former students..."
"Go to hell as soon as possible!"
"stop!"
Li Qing's slightly anxious shout came from a distance.
"oh?"
"You're finally making some progress."
The madness in Fernando's eyes faded a little, and his tone became much calmer:
" Mr. Li Qing, were you just observing my Stand ability?"
"Why, you've understood it?"
"Then I have to remind you..."
"I hate being interrupted when I'm in class."
He raised his other hand and showed the gun he was holding tightly in that hand.
He never put the gun down completely from beginning to end, but kept it firmly pointed at Bucciarati's head - as long as Li Qing made any unusual movement, Fernando would shoot Bucciarati to death.
"Mr. Li Qing."
"You are very cautious and lucky."
"My ability range is only ten meters, and you happen to be outside my range."
"In that case..."
"Then I can only ask you to make a multiple-choice question."
Fernando looked at the bloody bar on Li Qing's head, put a knife against Giorno's neck with one hand, and pointed a gun at Bucciarati's head with the other hand:
"A, you remove your Stand ability and then walk into my area."
"B, I'm going to kill these two guys right now."
"Pay attention, if you choose A, I will mercifully let everyone else go."
“…”
Li Qing's face looked extremely ugly.
At this moment, Giorno and Bucciarati were completely immersed in entertainment activities and could not feel the passage of time in the outside world at all.
The only one who can save them is Li Qing.
And Li Qing can't save two people at the same time. To be precise... he can only save Giorno.
Because the second attack of the Sound Wave and Echo Strike takes too much time, it is impossible to stop Fernando's tearing behavior before he takes action.
And the Golden Bell Cover...this skill can currently only be used on Giorno.
Because Bucciarati is not yet Li Qing's teammate, at least, the system does not recognize him as Li Qing's teammate.
no way…
Bucciarati, Abbazi and others have only made verbal alliances with Li Qing, and the alliance has not lasted more than two minutes.
They can only be said to be like-minded, but it is far from being a sharing of weal and woe.
Li Qing was faced with a difficult decision:
"If we refuse, Giorno might still have a chance of being saved, but Bucciarati is definitely hopeless..."
"He is being pointed at with a gun. Even if we can use the Golden Bell Cover on him, the Golden Bell Cover itself cannot be faster than a bullet."
"But if I really follow the madman's instructions and exit the digitization mode and enter his range of capabilities, then..."
"What should we do? Should we give up Bucciarati?"
"Hello…"
A weak voice sounded from the side.
That is Naranja.
He was so weak that he couldn't even move his legs, but he still insisted on standing up with his hands:
"Save him."
"Li Qing, please...save Bucciarati!"
There was a strong pleading tone in Narancia's voice, and even tears seeped out of his eyes.
It is hard to imagine that this brave boy who could keep smiling in the face of the virus and death not long ago would look so weak, powerless, pitiful and helpless.
"this…"
"well…"
"Really... I hate it most when children cry."
Li Qing sighed softly, then took a step forward: "Digitalize, release!"
