After the bell rang, Feng Ping Lan went back to the classroom to pick up his bag, as well as meet up with the six demons. But when he arrived, Quetzal was already long gone. Kaido was still there, as if he had purposely waited for him.
Kaido glared at Feng Ping Lan, looking like he wanted to say something, but then Yin Su Shuang entered the classroom just on time. He could only swallow the words in.
âBye-bye, see ya tomorrow!â As Feng Ping Lan collected his things, he waved at Kaido.
Kaido returned a dark look. Smiling chillingly, he turned to leave.
âI hate him.â Watching Kaido leave, Conglong twisted his mouth.
âYou hate everyone. You dislike anyone you look at.â Byriel immediately pointed out.
âWho says, I quite appreciate this person called âBig Mikeâ.â
âWhoâs that?â
âMet him in the game forums. He doesnât mind when I go to his aquarium to take his gems. He doesnât steal my gems either.â
âI donât say anything when you steal my gems!â Feng Ping Lan protested.
âSure, but youâll raise three swordfish in the next day!â Conglong muttered, âStingy.â
âStop gossiping about meaningless stuff. Anyhow, what kind of fighting style was that!â Morris complained discontentedly.
âAiya, I donât even have a base in martial arts, so I could only make things up. This is my strategy, humph humph humph!â
âThat isnât called a strategy, itâs called messing around! Youâre lucky you didnât break your arms and legs!â Morris reprimanded.
âAlright alright, Iâll do better next time, Iâll do better next time.â
The group of people moved out the gates to the bus stop.
The bus arrived at the foot of the mountain. During the journey of going up the mountain, the demons lazily used their powers to return to the residence.
Feng Ping Lan thought that heâd slowly climb up the rest of the road, but instead, Morris extended a hand to him.
âWhat?â
âYour hand! Iâll bring you up!â
âAh?â
âEven though you messed around todayâŠâ Morris spoke awkwardly, âBut you were quite the kind, I admire your courageâŠâ
Simo nodded her head along with that, âPing Lan is very braveâŠâ
Feng Ping Lan froze. He then lifted his lips into a happy smile, âThanks!â
Morris hooked his arm, scooping Feng Ping Lanâs entire person up from his waist, using an extraordinary kick to jump past the mountain road. They arrived at their housing in just a few minutes.
Feng Ping Lan lifted his head to look at the still-dark third floor, something within him feeling a little dejected because of that.
Quetzal wasnât thereâŠ
But he immediately roused his spirit, bringing his smile up. Nevermind, he still had stuff to do anyway.
Feng Ping Lan returned to his room. He showered swiftly and clothed himself, sitting at his desk.
He turned his neck once or twice, breathed in deeply, before flipping his notebook open.
The pages were thickly dotted with notes. The things written in it were completely filled with stuff gleaned from Shadow Academyâs classes. The teachers at Shadow Academy had all taught through speech, so he had recorded everything they had said, circling things he did not understand, marking down the explanations that he had inquired.
He had only gone for two nightsâ worth of classes, but the thick notebook was already filled in by two-thirds.
As Feng Ping Lan studied the things written in the notebook, he worked hard to build the scattered knowledge in his brain into a system. But, after studying it for half a day, it was still a smattering of information.
Looks like it wouldnât be so easyâŠ
Feng Ping Lan smiled wryly.
Spell-casting was something that a human could use on their own. Summoners could bring out some sort of power from themselves through some kind of incantation, to realize different sorts of spells.
He wasnât sure if this was what every human could do, or that it was only applicable to Summoners.
The basics of spell-casting were very simple. The complicated thing about it was that there were different sects, different variations of different types of spells. It would require a lot of brainpower to memorize them all.
Magic ability was much more troublesome.
When demons were summoned to the human world, they were bound by a contract. The contract was like a house that imprisoned demonic powers, and the size of that house decided the limit of that demonâs usage of powers in the human world.
The demons could freely use those powers in the house, but the master of the house was the Summoner. For Summoners to take the demonic power from the demons, they had to put the âSeal-lifting Spellâ, âGuiding Spellâ and the âSealing Spellâ, these three spells to useâ before entering the house, they had to release the heavy lock on the doors, enter to receive the demonic power, then place the lock back. This process ate up a lot of Summonersâ power.
Feng Ping Lan stopped there, scratching his head in distress. The incantations involved in this part were too many, and the theories in itself were pretty complicated. He couldnât make a clear-cut principle for how it operated. Also, his situation was different from a common Summoner. His Contracts werenât Summoned here, the contents of his contract were very loose and there wasnât a single condition set to them. The first stage involving the specifications of the contract and the summoning circle was already making his head spin.
He looked at the notebook, frowning.
He felt like the procedures were incredibly troublesome⊠Werenât there any uncomplicated methods?
Why did a Summoner have to personally obtain a demonâs power? Wouldnât it save trouble for the demons to provide it themselves?
Oh, right, because a demonsâ power was already limited by the contract. They didnât have the freedom to wield all of their power by themselves.
Ahh! Troublesome!
Feng Ping Lan messed his hair around hard. He closed his notebook, turning his objective onto something else.
He took out a spare nail gun from his bag, using a screw to dismantle the parts one by one, carefully researching each and every part.
When the eyes that stared at that screw and components started to get blurry, he put away those things. He took up the clothes clipper, quietly heading to the rooftops.
*
The evening wind was quite pleasant, subtly chilly. The dim moonlight penetrated a thin layer of clouds.
Feng Ping Lan breathed in the fresh air of the night, stirring himself up, then gripping the rod against an imaginary opponent to cut down on it. He violently attacked one moment, rolling to the side to avoid in another. He looked like he knew what he was doing, but it was in reality just randomly attacking the air.
In the darkness, a pair of cold eyes stood in the dark corners of the shadows, silently watching Feng Ping Lanâs each and every move.
This was the place Quetzal frequented to think. He was used to gazing at the cityscape from the distance, recalling his past experiences, pondering about their current progress, and, prudently and cautiously thinking about the future he hoped to attain.
He had thought that this moment, this place, wouldnât be interrupted by anyone, wouldnât be interrupted by Feng Ping Lan. He had thought wrong.
He didnât know the reason why Feng Ping Lan was up this late. He even more so did not understand what he had come to the rooftops for.
But when he saw Feng Ping Lan start to wave that metal rod around, he had more or less guessed why.
This guy was using a ridiculous and clumsy method to prepare for the match tomorrow.
Quetzal was originally going to ignore him, leaving secretly. But he stood there for some reason, unmoving.
The sight before him suddenly brought up memories that had been buried deep, long ago. It was a memory connecting to not long after he had been taken in by Prince Shuekan.
He hadnât had a favorable impression on the Royal Clan at that time. He hadnât felt very happy about himself being collected into the palace.
After all, the Feathered Serpent Clan had been banished by the Royal Clan. He wouldnât feel grateful towards the Royal Clan because of this. The reason that he was here was probably just a short period of interest on the little princeâs part.
He had a lot of freedom in the palace, and Prince Shuekan seldom summoned him. The only time he had done that, was about a month before the Royal familyâs hunting game.
âThe most effective way of eliminating your enemy, show it to me.â The little prince spoke mightily.
âThat will depend on what you are dealing with,â Quetzal replied indifferently.
If this was just to catch barbarous beasts during the hunt, he did not need to ask this from him. An ordinary soldierâs swordsmanship would be enough to handle them.
âEverything.â The young prince smiled proudly, âHunting barbarous beasts, those who think of me as a barbarian, the enemies right now, the enemies Iâll have in the future. Teach me how to slaughter them.â
This was a command, but also a request.
Quetzalâs heart was awed by those insane words, in that short period of time. But he did not say anything at that time, just thinking of it as the words of an egotistical royal.
He took out his sword and started to perform a sword dance, displaying his swordsmanship in front of the little prince, the method he used to slaughter.
From that day onwards, Prince Shuekan had not summoned him once. He wasnât surprised. After all, not practicing what they preached was one of the Royal Clanâs characteristics.
Right until the day of the hunting game, where Prince Shuekan captured an abyss creature all by himself, even beheading all of the assassins sent by the other princes, shocking the entire imperial household.
Prince Shuekan looked just so unruffled, calm and supreme, as if everything was under his control.
Quetzal felt astonished at this kind of outcome.
Then, he found a scrap sword due to excessive use, as well as bloodied bandages, in the innermost part of Prince Shuekanâs palace.
So Prince Shuekan had been secretly training. He did not let others see his own weakness, and the hard work that cost him.
He suddenly understood, Prince Shuekanâs goal to become a ruler, to become a revered and respected king.
That was an important juncture of the night he revised his own view of Shuekan.
Seeing Feng Ping Lan like this, a feeling of familiarity quietly brushed past Quetzalâs heart, a feeling that he had only ever manifested for Prince Shuekan.
Looking at the Feng Ping Lan who was doing his utmost best to wave the metal rod around, he couldnât help but recall Shuekanâs thin silhouette back in those days.
âHah! Hei! Ha! Huah!â
Feng Ping Lan brandished the stick, at the same time shouting out weird noises. Sweat soaked his entire shirt, but there was still no progress in his actions.
Aiyaya, this didnât seem very effectiveâŠ
Feng Ping Lan halted his movements helplessly, panting as he stood.
ââŠWhy do you not use a sword?â A low voice rang out quietly.
âGah!â Feng Ping Lan got a shock, the metal rod dropping from his hands, turning his head around in alarm. After realizing that it was Quetzal, he smiled shakily, âSo it was you, Quetzal! Hahahaha! You almost shocked me to death!â
Quetzal coldly looked at Feng Ping Lan, regretting to have voiced out at all.
After Feng Ping Lan calmed down, he smiled and replied, âWhy donât I use a sword? Because I donât like the feeling of it going through a body! It feels weird, like when you use a plastic bag to pick up dog feces. That feeling will transfer onto your hand. Scary!â
Quetzal frowned slightly.
What sort of stupid reason was thatâŠ
âBesides, I donât want to hurt my classmates. Using a rod wonât injure as much.â
âThe enemies you encounter will not be just your classmates.â Quetzal reminded chillingly.
Shallow, short-sighted⊠completely different from Prince Shuekan.
âBut, you guys might be gone before we meet any real enemies. Youâve said this before, that youâll leave when you find Prince Shuekan.â Feng Ping Lan smiled, âQuetzal is really amazing, and your strength and powers have gradually recovered. Youâre also now under the Shadow Academyâs protection. I think, finding Prince Shuekan wouldnât take too much time. Who knows, you guys might leave the next day. If I learn how to hurt the other students, for such a short few days, incurring hatred and such, this wouldnât be very worthwhile.â
Quetzal furrowed his brows.
Looks like this guy didnât seem that simple-minded after all. He had thought about what would happen in the future, which was why he had planned things this way. Although Feng Ping Lanâs expected outcome was possible, his methods of facing that outcome were absolutely stupid. It was obviously incredibly disadvantageous for himself.
There was plainly an easier method for itâŠ
âWhy do you not command me to protect you?â Quetzal opened his mouth without realizing it, feeling astonished at his own words.
He had felt this kind of confusion so many years ago, and had asked Shuekan the same question.
There is plainly an easier method, why did you choose the hardest path to take?
I want to know my capabilities. You wonât sit stably, nor will you sit for long, relying on someone to ascend the throne.
That was the answer Shuekan had given him.
âI want to try for myself.â Feng Ping Lan replied with a brilliant smile, âBecause you will return to your own world at any time, and I will return to my normal life, so I have to seize the opportunity to try. Itâs like going to a theme park. No matter how interesting it is to watch others play, nothing beats experiencing it for yourself!â
Quetzal froze. Closing his eyelids, avoiding Feng Ping Lanâs gaze, he was silent for a long time.
ââŠQuetzal?â Feng Ping Lan called out tentatively.
Had he angered the other again? Aiyaya, looks like his answer had been too frivolous.
âIf you want to use a metal rod to handle your classmates, you can,â Quetzal muttered suddenly, the hollow of his palm placed on the floor.
The shadow on the ground gradually expanded, two wing-shaped shadows protruding out of it, then, a black line rose out of the center of one of those wing-like things. The black line started to whirl in mid-air, the wings rising following the spiral, slowly shrinking, like wool being spun on a spindle, and at last the entire shadow shrunk into a black hexagonal crystal the size of a pinkie.
Feng Ping Lan couldnât tear his gaze away, his eyes resplendent with an excited and novel light, glittering brightly. In the next moment, both his hands started to close together.
âDo not clap,â Quetzal warned, turning his palm over, the black crystal landing on it just in time. He grasped the crystal, muttering, âAwaken.â
The crystal in his palm expanded left and right, transforming into an entirely black sword.
He offhandedly tried it out a few times, chanting a âRestrainâ, and the black sword immediately shrunk into the original body of crystal.
Quetzal turned his head to look at Feng Ping Lan.
âThis is how you use it. Remember to think of the swordâs appearance when activating it. The blade will only damage a personâs soul, you will not feel anything when cutting down on them.â
He tossed it at Feng Ping Lan.
Feng Ping Lan raised his hands, fumbling at it for a few moments before catching it firmly.
âT-t-t-this, this⊠f-for me?â He was disbelieving, eyes widening so much that they were about to fall out.
âYou will come across real enemies one day.â Quetzal said apathetically, âIf the Third Princeâs soldiers launch an attack, and we have not yet left, you will have to defend yourselfââ
âA present! Quetzal gave me a present! Ahhhh!â
Quetzalâs words were cut off by Feng Ping Lanâs overly-excited cries.
Feng Ping Lan raised the crystal in his hands high, happily running circles around the rooftop.
âGoodness! Am I dreaming? Someone, please punch me so I can wake up!â
âShut up!â Morris pushed his window open, roaring into the open, âIâll punch you between your legs if you donât shut up!â
âOh oh, sorry!â
Feng Ping Lan stretched his head down to shout an apology, then continued to look at the black crystal in his hands.
âIâm super blessed! Iâm gonna string it up and put it on my neck! No, Iâm gonna place it on my head, this way I can look at it cross-eyed! My goodness! Whatâs the date whatâs the month, what time is it? Iâm gonna circle it up on the calendar and put a hundred stars on it! Iâll remember this day this moment forever! Iâm gonna tell my grandsonâs grandsons, Iâll empty this day of every year, Iâll make a memorial and commemorate this day and thank Quetzal for giving me this present!â
Yes, just like that!
âAh, Quetzal, how about we take a photo together? Iâll make a hundred copies of it, and then Iâll paste it all over my room and my notebooks! Quetzal⊠Quetzal?â
Feng Ping Lan was the only one left standing on the rooftops.
*
As the night neared its end, daylight replacing darkness, faint light lit the empty streets dimly.
The uninhabited roads resounded with a tiny voice, and in the next moment, the voice got stronger, distinct footsteps echoing from the buildings.
Next was the whispers, repeated mutterings, as if two or three people were speaking â but if you listened closely, it was all said by the same person.
Following where the voice became even more distinct, a figure appeared on the sidewalk, looking like it had been smeared by a brush from distance. The blurry figure slowly deepened as it approached, the image of a flat image turning clear and solid.
âHow troublesome⊠I donât want to goâŠâ
âGo where?â
âNo matter the place Iâm going to, or the human world, I donât want to go to either.â
âBut thereâs no choice, this is the Third Princeâs order, and Iâm already in the human worldâŠâ
âCan I skip out?â
âNo, without the Third Prince, I canât go back to the underworld. I canât stay in the human world either, Iâve already got one foot in the grave.â
âI hate thisâŠâ
A neutral voice muttered lowly, talking nonstop to itself.
Long purplish hair swayed following the footsteps. If you looked on carefully, you would realize that these strands of hair seemed to have a life of its own, curling up, restless, like it was probing out something.
The rather good-looking features had a combination of rugged and feminine, that it was hard to tell the gender.
Blue eyes inlaid in the rim of the sockets, the eyelids slightly drooping, lancet-shaped eyebrows formed perfectly, and even when it had no expression, those features looked distressed and dismayed, like it was constantly crying.
âDo I go here?â
The purplish figure flashed, appearing in the alleyways a few streets over in just the next second, and continued to move forward. At last, the footsteps halted in a small lane by the suburbs, looking at the abandoned hospital before him.
âThis is the last place Ci Mu and Mang Nao was sighted. They secretly mobilized nine-tenths of their troops to come here. Were they trying to rebel?â
The purple figure stepped into the building.
âOh, thatâs not right. Before Ci Mu disappeared, the last report it gave was that they had discovered a place that an Associationâs Demon Slayer roamed about.â
âA Demon Slayer, huh⊠Although theyâre an eyesore, they wouldnât be so important as to mobilize these many soldiers. Could it be that their plan failed, so all of them escaped?â
He closed his eyes, the purple hair rising slowly like a claw, out open in the air.
âOh, thatâs not right. All of them are dead.â The hair lowered, and he sighed impatiently, âIâll have to find the one that killed them now.â
âBut that bastard Mang Nao is smelly, and Ci Mu looks disgusting as hell. I donât care that they died at all, and I donât want to investigate for them either. I donât want to provoke a Demon Slayer.â
âBut, Mang Naoâs letter said that Ci Mu found a huge target, enough for them to be promoted to the rank of colonel. That rank is higher than mine.â He tsked, shaking his head, âRushing to brag about their glory even though the circumstances were still unexplained. They couldnât even control their subordinatesâ mouths, what can they possibly do? How tragic.â
âBut, what exactly happened here?â
One hand folded over his chest, another propping his head up, his head tilted to the side to think. The blue eyes flashed, whirling in circles.
âCould they have found the location of Prince Shuekanâs group?â
âIs it possible? I donât want to provoke Quetzal and the othersâŠâ
âHonestly⊠Why do I have to be here? I donât want to be here⊠Troublesome!â
A jittery hand grasped at his hair, and the purple hair trembled hysterically in the air for a while, before dropping down.
He sighed in resignation, âIâll take a sweep around the entire city firstâŠâ
*
Dawn. Feng Ping Lan had slept in, and it was until Dongya called him up that he woke up.
He bore a drowsy-eyed look, walking down the mountain while eating his toast. After they boarded the bus, he dozed as he leaned against the railing, almost falling out of the bus a few times the bus stopped.
Luckily Morris gripped his collar, saving him from directly crossing the windshield and getting out from the bus through the front.
âOh oh! Thanks.â
âWho told you to muck around all night yesterday!â
âAiya, I had something to do.â Feng Ping Lan yawned.
âWhat were you even doing?â
âEnough, Morris.â Dongya gently prevented him from asking any more, âSometimes, youthful boys will need some individual time to themselves. Itâs written in the phys ed textbook.â He gave Feng Ping Lan a concerned and motherly look.
âMmmm, thatâs right.â Feng Ping Lan answered non-committedly. âIt takes up a lot of energy.â What with studying late into the night, it was really tiringâŠ
Conglong and Morris both bore expressions of disgust.
*
When they reached their classroom, Feng Ping Lan leaned his entire body on his desk to continue napping.
The bell signaling the early self-study session rang, and Liu Yi Chen walked up to the front, âStudents on duty, collect the screening tests. Remember to write the names on the tags before handing it in.â
âHey!â Morris pushed at Feng Ping Lanâs back, âWhatâs that about?â
Feng Ping Lan raised his head, looking at the front.
âOh, theyâre collecting urine.â Feng Ping Lan rubbed his eyes, bending down to take out inspection tubes heavily wrapped in toilet paper.
âWhatâs that?â
âOne of the student health inspections. Theyâll take our urine and inspect it for any diseases.â Feng Ping Lan unwrapped the toilet paper, revealing the long inspection tubes in it, âBasically you need to put your urine in these small bottles.â
âSo this was the reason you were up all night?â Conglong spoke as he drank his milk.
âOf course not! What did you think of!â
Byriel looked at the tube, displaying a distressed smile, âThis bottle is too small. It wonât be able to allow for my dimensions.â
The female classmates near them revealed bashful expressions, and after exchanging glances, they giggled a little.
âItâs not used like that!â
âDo we have to hand it in?â Dongya was worried, âThey wonât be able to inspect the expected outcome if they take our fluidsâŠâ
Liu Yi Chen walked down near where Feng Ping Lan sat.
âThe ones that have not handed it in, the class has many spare bottles if you have forgotten to do yours. Do it immediately. Ones who hand in late or do not hand in at all will have their classâ points deducted.â
âBut, theirâŠâ Feng Ping Lan glanced at Conglong and the others, giving her a âyou know whatâ look.
Liu Yi Chen sighed exasperatedly, âJust make something up and hand it in. Ivanâs already done his.â
The group looked up, seeing Ivan and Igor putting their inspection tubes into the plastic rack.
âSo what?â Liu Yi Chen rolled her eyes, âYou guys can get Feng Ping Lan to help.â
âAh, I donât think I can manage that much. Iâll have to accumulate some first.â
Liu Yi Chen once again rolled her eyes.
âNo matter how you do it, youâll have to hand it in before this period ends. Also,â She looked at Feng Ping Lan, âBoth you and Igor are on duty today, so youâll have to send the tubes to the sickbay.â
âJust put water in it and itâs done.â Ivan sat back in his seat, deliberately passing Feng Ping Lanâs seat to speak, âIf you canât even finish something that can be done in three seconds, you suck!â
âNone of your business!â Morris snapped. âHow about you? You relied on someone to do your job.â
Byriel knitted his brows, not saying anything, putting his leftover syrup back into the deskâs drawer. He then got up, casually snatching Conglongâs milk and putting it back before he realized it.
He placed a hand into his drawer, as if he was searching for something, then very naturally taking his hand out to put it into his pocket, walking to the front.
âByriel, what are you doing?â Feng Ping Lan asked.
âTaking references from others, hehehe.â
Byriel walked to the teacherâs platform, a hand on his chin, looking like he was overflowing with interest as he looked at the urine samples.
Bai Li Rui was just about to hand in his. Walking past Byriel standing near the platform, he couldnât help but rebuke.
âYou look like a pervert.â
âYou mean that I look like you? HeheheâŠâ Byriel smiled easily, using a finger to point at the plastic rack, âAs I look at all these unique colors, I feel slightly concerned about the health of these students.â
âWhich? Uh!â Bai Li Rui turned his gaze on the plastic rack, and he could tell from just one look that one particular bottle towered over the rest in color and luster.
A tube that was filled with a translucent white fluid, looking like a crane in a flock of chicken.
âWoah, of which individual is this creation fromâŠâ
âDonât stall once you hand yours in, return to your seat. Or else youâll get our points deducted.â Liu Yi Chen walked to the front, reprimanding sternly. When she saw the white fluid on the plastic rack, her face went ashen. âWhose is this?â
Byriel did not move. Bai Li Rui turned the tube over, muttering the name on it, âIvanâŠâ
âWhat is it?â Hearing his name being called, Ivan turned his head.
âStudent Ivan is a foreign student. He must be still a little confused about the cultural differences of this country, which is why he misunderstood what to hand in.â Byriel deliberately raised his voice, attracting the gazes of the other students.
All of them saw this very eye-catching bottle.
âHolyâŠâ
âOh wowâŠâ
âAs expected, Russians are really fearlessâŠâ
Astonished whispers broke out from below.
âIvan even said that he completed this in three seconds,â Byriel added languidly.
âThatâs not mine!â Ivan defended angrily.
Liu Yi Chen realized that something was not right, asking Byriel, âWhat did you come here for?â
âTo deliver my sample, of course.â Byriel pointed at a sample tube in the corner which held a tag with his name written on it.
Liu Yi Chen noticed that the placement of the bottle was a little skewed, the corner a little raised, but she did not say anything. She just took the tube with Ivanâs name on it.
âThis is not qualified.â She put it on his table, taking out a new bottle, âRedo it.â
Ivan wanted to defend himself, but then realized that Byriel was shooting him a gleeful smile.
âThere are many more chances, heheheâŠâ Byriel laughed lightly.
Ivan knew, that he was retaliating for the stunt at yesterdayâs battle. There were many opportunities to exact revenge, and it wasnât necessarily on the battlefield.
And Byrielâs smile told him that this was just the start of it.
âYouâre really childish.â Ivan pouted, cursing softly.
âYouâre my opponent. This kind of level should be just right for you.â Byriel left the front, heading back to his seat.
Ivanâs eyes lit up, a cunning smile curling on his lips.
Just too careless⊠Heâd switch it back when it was time to hand it in. Theyâd see who was the one being embarrassed then!
âOh, right.â As Byriel walked halfway through he halted as if he had thought of something, suddenly turning back to the front to take the plastic rack down.
âWhat are you doing?â
âFeng Ping Lan is on duty today, so heâll be responsible for handing it in later.â Byriel carried the plastic rack, placing it on Feng Ping Lanâs place, âWeâll put it here first for him to take care of.â
Feng Ping Lan looked at the table full of sample tubes, his expression a little awkward, âOh, this reminds me of the fruit lollipop I had yesterday, hahahaâŠâ
âIgorâs also on duty, why didnât you put it on his desk!â Ivan protested.
âHey! Be quiet!â Liu Yi Chen warned, glaring at the demons that hadnât handed in their samples yet, âI donât care what method you use. Before this period ends, everyone will hand in a sample with the âright colorâ! Understood?â With that, she turned, stomping heavily back to her seat.
Looking at Liu Yi Chenâs back, Feng Ping Lan said quietly, âWhy do I feel like Class Repâs been getting stricter recently⊠Is it because we keep on messing around, so sheâs become even more uptight?â
Byriel crossed his legs, saying leisurely, âI feel that she was even more uptight before this. Sheâs much more natural like thatâŠâ
But, it was still apparent that Liu Yi Chen was pretty stressed. He didnât know what stressed her out, nor why.
He was extremely curious, of when she broke free of her restraints, when she lost all control. What would that be like?
Byriel smiled mischievously. Digging out secrets was one of his favorite pastimes, heheheâŠ
The ruckus in the classroom once again became silent. Ivan walked out the classroom, returning just two minutes later, a yellow fluorescent pen sticking out of his pocket, the raw materials for its manufacture pretty obvious at a glance.
He put the sample into the plastic rack, glaring at Byriel before heading back to his seat. He kept on glancing at Feng Ping Lanâs seat all the time, in case Byriel decided to mess with him again.
âHey, what do we do?â Morris took out the bottle that had been given out yesterday, frowning, âGo to the toilet, grab a random person and threaten him to fill a tube?â
âItâs not as serious as you think!â Feng Ping Lan took out the green tea he had bought this morning, whispering to them, âUse this and dilute it with waterâŠâ
âAre you sure itâs alright?â Conglong said doubtfully. âWhat kind of urine would smell like jasmine?â
âWeâll improvise if there are any problems later.â Feng Ping Lan waved it off, âGive those bottles to me.â
Conglong, Simo, Dongya and Morris handed the empty bottles to him, and added to Feng Ping Lanâs, there were five bottles in total.
He put the green tea in, filling it about a third of the bottle, then adding two-thirds of plain water from his thermos. He then put on the lids, shaking them to make it evenly distributed. At last he held up the bottles, facing them up to the light, and under the lightâs rays, the contents of the bottle looked perfectly natural.
âI feel like an alchemist, hehehe.â Feng Ping Lan couldnât help but say, pleased, placing the bottles with the rest of them.
âIâll be sending these now, then!â
âIâll accompany you.â Byriel stood up as well.
âWait a minute!â Ivan saw that Byriel was acting, immediately cutting in, âIgor is also on duty, it should be him that accompanies him!â
Byriel knitted his eyebrows, âRelax, Iâm not planning on wasting all my time on you.â He was planning to see something else go downâŠ
âI donât believe you!â Ivan wrinkled his nose.
Byriel turned his head, glancing at Liu Yi Chen, âMay I go?â He didnât want to miss this.
âI want to go too!â Ivan interrupted at once, âYi Chen, you can only side with me!â
âDeal with your own personal grudges, just donât get our points deducted.â She didnât want to care, just wished that this bunch of troublemaking pests would go away as soon as possible.