Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 659 - 82 We Must Learn to Tolerate Opinions

I’m not worried about Wang Yunxiao.

We’re just normal friends, so please don’t elevate it to the level of romantic involvement.

We live in a new society now; don’t apply the residual poison of past feudal thoughts to us, the new generation of model youths!

Sitting in Principal Zhou’s office, Li Mumu still felt indignant.

"I think I grasp what you’re saying."

Principal Zhou, holding his teacup, smiled.

Older men always seem to unconsciously be more lenient towards girls.

If it were Wang Yunxiao sitting here, Principal Zhou wouldn’t show him any pleasantness.

Can’t you handle even this little thing on your own? Are you just eating for free in the school cafeteria?

But Miss Li is different.

Miss Li is beautiful, kind-hearted, generous, loves to learn, excels in her studies, is proactive in uniting her classmates, and never seeks trouble.

If all the new students were like Li Mumu, Principal Zhou felt he could live at least another ten years.

"I’ll have a good talk with Teacher Bai; you don’t need to fear her. However, that being said, I think Teacher Bai’s concerns have some merit. Li Mumu, how much do you know about Nyarlathotep?"

...

Li Mumu was at a loss for words.

She really didn’t know much.

People have limited energy, and the areas she normally studies and explores are already complex enough; she really doesn’t have the spare energy to pay attention to anything else.

As a professional gamer in her past life, she wouldn’t comment on games she hadn’t played herself.

Unlike some Online Gamers, who have hardly played much but revel in spouting gaming memes.

She knew Tifa, but what was Final Fantasy?

"You read more books than some people... so I can speak a little more clearly to you. Just as there is a difference between Eastern Dragons and Western Dragons, you can’t lump them together. Similarly, among deities, there are distinctions of insider and outsider, high and low."

Principal Zhou slowly took a sip of his tea.

"What exactly qualifies as a god doesn’t have a very objective standard. But to generalize, we can describe entities that mankind doesn’t understand and that possess some power beyond human cognition as gods. Different countries and ethnicities have their own interpretations and classifications of deities. But if we were to categorize them according to the common understanding around here, broadly speaking, they fall into three categories."

"The first type is the one who achieves what others cannot, whose great deeds are passed down and commemorated by later generations, and who is worshipped as a god."

"The second type is a supernatural being that possesses a certain power or authority, and whom people revere as a god out of fear of that power."

"The third type is simple; they are gods who have been exaggerated into existence."

"Nyarlathotep, originally named Nyarlatotep, falls between the second and third type."

"The existence of this deity has never been recorded in human history, yet traces of her beliefs have been disseminated within the real world. What little humans know about her comes mostly from the mad rants of her fanatic followers, which hold no real value."

Li Mumu thought to herself that this was something she understood.

Many so-called believers don’t truly have devout faith, nor do they know what they are actually worshiping. Their only real requirement of a deity is to latch onto a sufficiently powerful patron.

Thus, within the Western mystical system, there’s talk of ’True Gods’ and ’False Gods.’

A True God, as the name implies, is a deity that truly governs the world, diligently working and fulfilling their duties.

False Gods, on the other hand, tend not to do any real work, and they spend most of their time boasting about how incredible they are, claiming they are the most formidable...

Much like online gamers in later generations.

Serious gamers only care whether a game is fun, where it’s enjoyable, and where it’s lacking.

Less serious gamers care only about how impressive a game is, comparing who’s the best, whether playing a certain game will subject them to ridicule, or if they’ll be able to scorn others.

"In the transition between the old era and the new, many ancient gods like Nyarlathotep, unknown to man or clinging to outdated ideas, were destroyed by the Temporal Tide, disappearing into the dust of history. But she was rather fortunate, or perhaps cunning, in finding her place in the new age, as the modern God of Credit you’re now aware of."

Principal Zhou continued to explain, "People need to believe in something—it’s just that old beliefs are replaced by new ones. For modern people, a mature credit system established on the foundation of modern law is an essential component of society’s functioning."

"It was the Western capitalists who first proposed the concept of a credit system, but in the Western world, they were unable to establish a credit standard that everyone agreed upon, thus providing an opportunity for her to ascend to godhood."

"But her credit system and values do not work in our country. The reasons are obvious, so I don’t need to elaborate, which is why it’s difficult for her influence to extend here. There are exceptions, however, like this young friend by your side."

Principal Zhou’s gaze shifted towards the puppet doll on Li Mumu’s wrist.

Under his gaze, Wendy’s figure started to materialize bit by bit.

Li Mumu frowned and said, "I can vouch for Wendy; she hasn’t threatened anyone."

"I didn’t say she’s a threat, just like how I directly speak the true name of Nyarlathotep while talking to you, it doesn’t count for much."

Principal Zhou said calmly.

"I actually understand your point of view very well. I studied abroad, drank their ’ink,’ and even interacted with the elders of your young friend’s family. But Bai Shanshan is different; she hasn’t been abroad, suffered from foreigners in her early years, leaving her with serious psychological trauma. Thus, her extreme xenophobia is forgivable."

"Different perceptions give rise to different views, which is quite normal. Schools are intended to cultivate students’ independent thinking. If they can’t accommodate different opinions and try to mold everyone into the same model, then it becomes not a school, but an assembly line in a factory."

"Now that the new government has just been established and Tianmen City is in dire need of development, you know that our educational resources are very strained. As the principal, I need to make the most of the limited teaching resources available, including human resources."

"So, Miss Wendy Freud, you have three options. Either leave the school, formally enroll as a student, or cooperate with Teacher Bai as a teaching material. Whichever option you choose, I will respect your personal decision."

"I can be teaching material."

Before Li Mumu could speak, Wendy quickly interjected.

Are you insane? Li Mumu turned and glared angrily at Wendy.

"It sounds quite interesting."

Wendy said with a shrug, "But I have a condition, which is that I don’t want to work with that Teacher Bai. Given her past, I lack trust in her. And I’m also curious, Principal, which elder of my family have you met? I’d like to learn some secrets about the Freud Family from you."

Principal Zhou shook his head and said, "It wouldn’t be proper for me to reveal such things, but I can send a telegram to that elder of yours and ask for their opinion."