Chapter 72 Provocation
The times are constantly progressing, but some classics never fade.
Li Qing certainly wouldn't be like Giorno, the "uninformed ancient man" who would be interested simply by seeing a thick and bulky TV with unclear picture quality.
However, the classic programs played on this TV can attract his attention.
then…
After hearing the familiar music that seemed to come from his childhood memories, Li Qing immediately couldn't control himself.
The strange idea of "wanting to watch TV" naturally came to his mind, and then this idea continued to expand and magnify in his brain, causing him to take off his armor.
"Data mode, cancel!"
In order to watch TV, Li Qing actually took the initiative to de-digitize himself.
And the really scary thing is that his mind is not completely under control.
Throughout this whole process, Li Qing felt very heavy-hearted and even carried a strong sense of guilt:
“Stop!”
"No...Absolutely not!"
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the eve of his high school entrance examination, the eve of the college entrance examination, and the eve of his university final examination.
Even the psychological activities are exactly the same as before:
"Stop, Li Qing!"
"At this critical moment, how can you waste time on such boring things?"
“Go to bed early/read/study/exercise/fight!”
The situations and contexts may vary, but the outcome of these ideological struggles is always the same:
"Just a look."
…
…
“It’s over!”
Apaqi and Naranja, who were watching the battle not far away, looked ashen:
"Li Qing was also hit!"
In their desperate gazes, Li Qing, the only one who had a chance to defeat his opponent, was completely defeated by the enemy's Stand ability.
He stood in front of the old TV, watching Ultraman Tiga with full concentration, and even had a happy smile on his face that was not affected by external things.
that's all…
Two of them were watching TV and one was reading a newspaper. All of Li Qing's available combat power was under Fernando's control.
Fernando himself wasn't looking too good.
Li Qing had just nearly broken half of his shoulder and back, with his skin torn and blood all over his body. His arm, which had exerted too much force, was also twisted and deformed in a strange posture.
But even so, Fernando still did not show any signs of defeat.
He was like a drug addict who had taken an overdose of stimulants and could not feel the pain. His face was glowing abnormally red and his bloodshot eyes were full of madness.
"It succeeded... I finally succeeded..."
"Hahaha…"
" Li Qing has been captured by me!"
"Orlanto, will you let me go free now?"
Fernando talked to himself so crazily that it looked like he was talking to the air.
In this strange conversation where there was no other person at all, Fernando was actually very engaged in the conversation:
"What?"
“It’s not over yet!”
"You, you actually want me to use Li Qing as bait to help you lure out the boss?"
"Orlanto...you lunatic!"
He gnashed his teeth and yelled at the air:
"If you want to die, can't you just go and die by yourself? Why do you have to pester me?"
“…”
After a heated conversation, Fernando suddenly covered his head in agony:
"Damn it! I…I know!"
"Stop bothering me...I'm calling my boss now!"
When he said this, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
Sweat kept dripping down along with his heavy breathing, soon soaking most of his suit and shirt.
Fernando panted and took out his cell phone with his only intact hand, and tried to call Diablo with trembling hands.
However, at this moment...
The slight movement of Apache trying to move quietly startled him.
"oh?"
Fernando suddenly became much more conscious.
He immediately picked up the knife from the ground and put it on Li Qing's neck:
"I almost forgot that there are still a few 'students' who have not received an education."
"how…"
Fernando looked at Apache who was trying to take action, Narancia who stood up with difficulty but was trembling, Fugo who was sitting on the ground in silence, and Mista who had been completely asleep under the old willow tree on the roadside from the beginning with his vigilant eyes.
"hehe…"
"Are you, the remnants of a defeated army, also going to accept the test of 'Time Passes'?"
“…”
Apache's face looked very ugly.
His own Stand ability has little combat effectiveness, and he has not yet figured out any way to crack the enemy's Stand ability.
Although it is a bit embarrassing to say it, the fact is that the moment Li Qing was hit, Apache had already lost all hope in this battle.
"very good."
Looking at Apache standing there like a log, Fernando smiled with satisfaction:
"As long as you stop getting in the way, I'll let you go."
"but…"
"They can't."
Fernando first pointed at Li Qing, then at Giorno and Bucciarati:
"They've all been in my 'classroom'."
"The garbage that wastes time in my 'classroom' should be dealt with thoroughly and completely. This is my life motto as a teacher!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
“No, don’t!”
Naranja cried out with great difficulty with his weak body:
"Please...at least...let Bucciarati go."
"no!"
Fernando ignored Narancia's pleas with a grim smile:
"I said, this is my principle as a teacher!"
"No... please..."
Tears soaked his eyes, and Narancia's attitude became even more humble.
While abandoning his dignity to plead for his best friend, he tried his best to regulate his breathing and concentrate, trying to summon Aerosmith to save his companions.
But he still failed.
Maybe it was because the virus was too fierce, Narancia now had no strength in his body.
He could feel that the blood in his body was getting abnormally hot. The overheated body temperature seriously affected the working state of his brain, making it impossible for him to concentrate on summoning .
“That’s enough!”
Fernando showed no mercy in the end:
"It's no use pretending to be pitiful in front of me..."
"All 'students' who waste their time deserve to die, and this will never change!"
He arrogantly uttered a terrifying declaration that he would kill all the hostages, and the blade in his hand moved closer to Li Qing's neck.
Apache and others wanted to stop it but did not dare to. Of course, they were powerless to stop it.
And just at this moment…
"hehe."
A burst of disdainful sneers suddenly rang out in the tense air.
The one who laughed was none other than Fugo, who had collapsed to the ground powerlessly from the beginning and hadn't said a word from beginning to end:
" teacher?"
"He's obviously a lunatic!"
He curled his lips into a mocking arc, wantonly humiliating Fernando:
"And you said your students were wasting their time..."
"Is it because your lecture is too boring that the students can't concentrate?"
"What did you say?!"
Hearing this, Fernando instantly lost his mind.
Fugo's words and behavior at this time were very similar to those "trash" students who refused to listen to the class seriously and even mocked the teacher wantonly:
"Am I boring?"
“You said that, didn’t you?… You said that, didn’t you?!”
"asshole…"
Fernando's eyes were about to spit fire:
"Rubbish, you rubbish student..."
"You come up with such a bad excuse for not wanting to study. I, the teacher, will never forgive you!"
"hehe."
Fugo sneered again.
He completely ignored Fernando's burning murderous intent and continued to provoke him recklessly:
"Stop playing house, Fernando."
"Bad is bad, boring is boring, no matter how crazy you get, it won't change the fact that your teaching level is poor!"
"besides…"
Fugo curled his lips in disdain:
“I’m not some rubbish student.”
"I was born into a top-notch aristocratic family in Naples. I received the best aristocratic education since I was a child. I skipped a grade and went to junior high school at the age of eight. I taught myself all the high school courses at the age of ten. At the age of thirteen, I was admitted to the best university in Italy because of my excellent grades."
"How can a third-rate teacher like you who graduated from a fake school be qualified to teach me?"
"asshole!!"
"You are seeking death by saying something like this!"
Fernando roared to the sky in rage.
"yes!"
"My companions are about to die at the hands of a madman like you. How can I still be afraid of death?"
Fugo faced Fernando's mad eyes without fear:
"If you have the ability..."
"You killed me too!"
