Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 22 Participants in Parents' Love

Was I really embarrassed just now?

Or...is he actually quite handsome?

Ling Jiu's emotional bubbles were still floating in mid-air, while Jiang Yun in her belly had already helplessly mimicked the action of rubbing her forehead.

Mom, didn't you notice that he didn't look at you at all from beginning to end?

Jiang Rang seemed not to recognize her at all, and walked directly to the center of the podium, gently putting down the leather notebook in his hand.

"Professor Ye has something come up. Although I'm in the business school and also a student..."

He spoke in a clear and gentle voice, "But I'm still one of his prized students, so he wants me to teach you a class. None of you... should be able to beat me, right?"

He glanced at the crowd in the classroom and chuckled, "If anyone can actually beat you, could you at least pretend to be able to, and save me some face?"

The students in the classroom burst into laughter instantly.

"Old Jiang, you've already reached the Hidden Spirit Realm. Even though I'm your senior, I feel like you're going to beat me into a pulp..."

"Jiang, you're so funny..."

"Even if we can't beat them, we have to give them face!"

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became lively, and the solemnity and tension that had remained from the privilege debate were completely dispelled by the laughter.

Ling Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he didn't mention what had just happened…

"but……"

Jiang Rang held the class list on the podium in his hand and paused for a moment.

His gaze swept across the audience again, and finally, almost imperceptibly, landed on a certain spot in the first row. "I just noticed that there seems to be a new student enrolled in the course today."

"Since it's the first class, according to Professor Ye's usual practice, the new student should introduce themselves." He looked in Ling Jiu's direction, nodded slightly, and asked, "Is it convenient for you, student?"

"Whoosh—"

Applause and cheers erupted instantly! They were even more enthusiastic and unrestrained than before.

"Okay, okay!"

"Give me one!"

"Lin, keep it up!"

Liu Yiqiu clapped her hands vigorously from the side.

At the same time, Jiang Yun "saw" that all the bubbles representing emotions around her mother suddenly burst out!

He did it on purpose! He absolutely did it on purpose!

I knew he wanted to see me embarrass myself!

[Bad guy! Still as bad as ever after two years!]

I'm not going to let you laugh at me!

Pink, white, and light gold bubbles darted about, intertwining to form a scalding, crackling burst of sparks of thought.

Jiang Yun silently gazed at the sky from inside the amniotic fluid.

If it weren't for this miraculous reincarnation experience, if it weren't for the "mother-child connection" and the "Butterfly God's Eye," he would never have imagined that the psychological activities of a twenty-year-old female college student could be so rich.

How should I put it...?

This strange sense of participation—an immersive first-person experience of parental love—gave him, a person accustomed to all kinds of time-travel novels, an unprecedented and wondrous feeling.

That's quite interesting.

He subconsciously activated the perception of the "Butterfly God's Eye" and focused it on the person on the podium.

I don't know if I can see through my own father's emotional bubbles. In fact, with his current mental strength, he can basically only see my mother's, or things related to my mother.

He guessed it was because of the umbilical cord or bloodline; if that was the case, Jiang Rang should also be able to see it.

Sure enough, it was easy to spot.

She is completely different from Ling Jiu.

Jiang Rang's emotions were very volatile.

But each bubble was solid and pitch black, like thick ink that could not be dissolved, as solid as an ink bead.

With Jiang Yun's current mental strength, let alone in-depth investigation, even the slightest touch would make him feel drowsy.

Is the biological father's emotion that deep?

He looked up at the young lecturer standing in the halo of light on the podium, with a refreshing smile and upright posture, or rather, a young male college student.

It doesn't look like it.

On stage, Ling Jiu slowly stood up amidst Liu Yiqiu's subtle shoving and the cheers of the whole class.

Jiang Yuneng could clearly feel her heart pounding in her chest like a drum as she walked step by step toward the podium, each beat heavier than the last.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It seemed as if it was trying to break free from the constraints of its ribs.

He zoomed out with the "Eye of the Butterfly God" and saw Liu Yiqiu's astonishment. Just then, a clear and easily detectable transparent emotion bubble appeared. It was almost transparent and consumed little energy. He checked it directly and found that it was about what he had expected.

It was clearly written on that line—

【Jiu Jiu, you really don't need to go on stage...】

Sure enough. Mom was fooled by Dad's businesslike demeanor, wasn't she?

Or perhaps... somewhere deep down, she was secretly yearning for this legitimate reason that she had to get close to?

These deep emotional bubbles are very difficult to detect, so Jiang Yun was not sure either.

Fortunately, the afterglow of the previous debate victory was still there, and with that sense of accomplishment, I was still able to speak.

Ling Jiu stood by the podium, took a deep breath, and raised her head.

My name is Lin Jiu.

Her voice was initially a little strained. "My father is a soldier, stationed abroad for extended periods. My mother is a businesswoman in another star system. I am from the Imperial Star, and I am currently staying with relatives on Blue Star."

All eyes were focused on the audience. Some were curious, some inquisitive, some understanding, and some well-meaning. But most of all, they were encouraging.

As her self-introduction progressed, seeing the admiring looks from her classmates and receiving encouragement from Liu Yiqiu, she found herself speaking more and more fluently.

"I majored in art, and minored in moral education and literature. I'm not very good at anything else. I like poetry and painting, and I also love shopping. I would be happy if someone wanted to go shopping with me. It's nice to meet everyone."

She actually finished speaking completely.

Jiang Yun sensed that her biological mother was enveloped in immense joy, with various emotional bubbles floating out uncontrollably. Jiang Yun casually checked two of them.

[That's awesome, Jiu Jiu!] [So amazing!]

Even nestled in his belly, a smile spread across his face.

"good!!!"

The applause erupted, even more enthusiastic and sincere than before.

"Let's go shopping together sometime! I have relatives on the Imperial Star, we're really close!"

"I admire soldiers the most! Let's be friends!"

"By the way, looking at her closely, Lin is actually quite pretty, she just doesn't dress up much. Could I ask for her StarBubble account?"

The last joke from a boy who seemed to appear out of nowhere instantly shifted the atmosphere in a subtle, youthful, and restless direction.

Just then——

"cough."

A soft cough on the podium interrupted the growing commotion in the audience.

Jiang Rang frowned almost imperceptibly, but his voice remained steady: "Alright, that's the introduction. Go back to your seats."

Only then did Jiang Yun belatedly notice that a small patch of dark sweat had spread across her mother's back.

Ling Jiu herself seemed completely unaware. As if she had completed some important ritual, she subconsciously uttered an "oh" and turned to walk back.

Then--

My legs went weak.

The body leans slightly forward uncontrollably.

It didn't fall.

A strong hand steadily supported her elbow.

Jiang Rang had somehow circled around from behind the podium and caught her just in time.

Jiang Yun: "..."

Well, how should I put it?

It's not fair to say it's completely unoriginal; in fact, it's quite a classic.

"Th-thank you..." Ling Jiu recoiled as if burned, quickly pulling her hand back and bowing her head to express her gratitude.

The next second, perhaps feeling too embarrassed, or perhaps stunned by fear, she instinctively twisted her waist—

With a swift and clean side somersault, her movements as light as a swallow, she flipped back to her seat in one step.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful.

Jiang Yun and Jiang Rang were both stunned for a moment, and even the students in the class were dumbfounded.

Is this a direct use of martial arts techniques?

"cough,"

Jiang Rang had already withdrawn his hand and returned to the podium. He clenched his fist and put it to his lips, as if he was trying to hide something, or perhaps he was simply commenting, "This student's movement technique... is quite good."

Seemingly to cover up his embarrassment, he glanced at the students below the stage, whose eyes widened in shock.

"Did anyone figure out what movement technique she used just now?"

"Star Flower Basic Fighting Techniques! Movement Techniques, 'Swallow Returns to Nest'!" A student immediately answered.

"Hmm." Jiang Rang nodded. "So, roughly what level is your proficiency at?"

"You're good at it, aren't you?"

"I look like an expert!"

"Yes, it's at the master level!"

"So,"

Jiang Rang smoothly continued, naturally steer the conversation back on track.

"Raise your hand if you've mastered the 'Swallow Returns to Nest' technique."

The focus of the class quietly shifted from a minor accident back to traditional martial arts instruction.

The atmosphere became lively again, with questions and answers, drills, and discussions gradually rising up.

Only Ling Jiu sat in the first row, seemingly listening attentively, her back ramrod straight.

However, Jiang Yun could clearly sense that her little heart was still pounding relentlessly.

And he clearly noticed that among the black lines floating out of his father's body, there was an extremely thick line that seemed to fade away for a moment in secret.

An interesting guess suddenly popped into his mind.

It seems that the fact that the two of them were able to conceive him was not entirely a coincidence.