(The last chapter has been released, the machine audit must be seriously ill)
Zhu Xiaoming frantically handed over some tissues, and Zhong Yue, who was sitting in the back row, looked dazed.
"What just happened?"
Zhang Fusheng took the tissue, pressed it against the crack on his brow, and hoarsely asked.
"Who knows!" Zhu Xiaoming was shocked: "You suddenly seemed possessed, stood still, didn't respond no matter how much I called you, and then your forehead just split open!"
He said worriedly:
"Old Zhang, what exactly happened??"
Zhang Fusheng's eyes were deep, then he smiled and said:
"It's nothing, just now I was having a duel with a hermit master from afar and narrowly lost a move."
"Not being serious again?" Zhu Xiaoming retorted: "At a time like this... have you messed up while practicing Contemplation Technique recently? Do you need to go to the hospital for a check?"
"No need, no need."
Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:
"It's probably just too dry, my skin's dehydrated, and maybe a little allergic or something..."
He said this with a smile on his face, but the hair on the back of his neck was still standing on end.
It was the wound in the Spirit Divine Realm, pierced by the Thousand Bow Qi Mechanism.
It was obviously an illusion, yet the wound manifested in reality.
So, what if he had died in that illusion?
A chill ran through Zhang Fusheng, realizing that the illusion was not just an illusion.
There was also Taoism, the Five Thunders Technique...
He suddenly remembered that day in the alley, when he sparred with the Snake Fist Hall Master.
At that time, the old man formed seals with his hands, stomped his feet while pulling forward, shouted 'strike', and then lightning flashed between his teeth, accompanied by rumbling thunder...
Now that I think about it, wasn't that just like the movies from a past life, where Daoists summoned heavenly thunder?
Those hand seals, weren't they just like the Taoist Five Thunder Seals from a past life?
"Old Zhang."
Zhu Xiaoming touched his bald head and spoke worriedly:
"The way you looked possessed just now, I feel it's because you messed up practicing Contemplation Technique."
He advised:
"Don't push yourself so hard, I found out, in your freshman year, even sophomore, you can meet the requirements, even if you achieve Minor Achievement in Contemplation or Breathing Technique, you might not necessarily transfer to the Martial Arts department, but you can still audit martial arts classes, time is quite sufficient."
Zhang Fusheng nodded absentmindedly, and in the back row, three question marks popped up on Zhong Yue's forehead.
Zhu Xiaoming patted Zhang Fusheng's shoulder, and sincerely said:
"Old Zhang, don't worry, when school starts, I'll share some of the resources the school provides with you, even if we're not in the Martial Arts department, we can still become Martial Artists!"
More question marks appeared on Zhong Yue's forehead, her expression turned a bit peculiar.
Martial... Martial Artist?
She blinked, recalling the '2000 pounds' on the force measuring machine.
Zhang Fusheng regained his senses and said with a laugh:
"No need, Old Zhu, I'm already a Martial Artist, soon to be Third Refinement."
"Oh."
Zhu Xiaoming rolled his eyes, pressed the accelerator:
"Sure, sure, you're a Martial Artist, you're at Third Refinement... oh right, is Classmate Zhong planning to transfer to the Martial Arts department?"
Sitting in the back, the girl with the peculiar expression nodded simply:
"Of course I want to, but whether I can succeed, I don't know."
Zhang Fusheng glanced at this, in some sense, his 'granddaughter', through the rearview mirror, and suddenly asked:
"Classmate Zhong, is your Snake Fist Hall Master named... Huang Qiuxian?"
He had already remembered who 'Huang Qiuxian' was.
The one the director of Ankang Hospital called extremely tenacious.
Riddled with a dozen types of primary cancers, all in the late stages, not to mention numerous complex illnesses, aged 142, the 'cancer man'.
"That's right, his name is Huang Qiuxian, you... know him well?" she cautiously asked.
"Why are you using 'you'?" Zhu Xiaoming laughed while driving: "This is my brother Zhang Fusheng, like you, he is also a prospective freshman in the Computer Department at Jiang University."
After a pause, Zhu Xiaoming coughed:
"Yue, let me tell you, Old Zhang is quite something, haven't you not started Contemplation Technique yet? I'm telling you, Old Zhang only practiced for a few days before getting started with it."
"It's just that he started a bit late, didn't catch up with Breathing Technique, otherwise getting into Jiang University's Martial Arts department would be a piece of cake..."
He started chatting with Zhong Yue, confidently describing 'Zhang Fusheng' as a delayed genius, while winking and making faces at Zhang Fusheng.
Yet, Zhong Yue didn't doubt him at all; instead, she nodded very seriously.
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead.
The three of them chatted casually, and before they knew it, they had passed the checkpoint. The bright red sports car entered the Third District, and Jiangzhou University was almost in sight.
......
As the best university in Jiangzhou City, although located in a small city, it's nothing within the entire Federation,
but in this piece of land in Jiangzhou, it's one of the most important.
In fact, Jiangzhou University ranks in the top ten within the Golden Province, even higher than the ranking of the best university in some medium-sized city.
"See that place ahead with 'Celestial Treasure' written on the wall? That's the library."
Zhu Xiaoming led Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue along the tree-lined path, pointing to the building ahead, clearly well-prepared:
"That entire building is the library, funded by a trustee of our Jiangzhou University, and it's named after the trustee, called Celestial Treasure Tower... According to the forum, this trustee is quite influential in the city."
Zhang Fusheng scratched his head, uh, Master?
He grinned, thinking how widespread Hongji's business is—Martial Arts Dojo, lending, possibly managing an assassin organization, and also a trustee at Jiangzhou University.
Arriving at the base of Celestial Treasure Tower, Zhu Xiaoming excitedly pulled out his phone.
"Hello, Lu Yao, I'm here with Old Zhang and Classmate Zhong from Class Ten, downstairs now, where are you?"
"Hmm? Eating melon? What melon?"
"Is Chen the Great Genius that popular? Oh, got slapped flying? 666!"
Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue gave curious glances,
A moment later, Zhu Xiaoming hung up the phone, regretfully saying:
"Damn, late by a step, missed a good show. It's all your fault, Old Zhang, dawdling!"
Zhang Fusheng felt a toothache, and Zhong Yue asked curiously beside him:
"What's the situation?"
Zhu Xiaoming explained:
"Lu Yao said that just now in the library, an upperclassman confessed to Chen Nuanyu publicly, but Chen the Great Genius slapped his face to pieces... Lu Yao also said Chen Nuanyu hasn't officially enrolled yet, but she's already a celebrity at Jiangzhou University."
He excitedly headed into the building:
"Can't get the fresh melon, but we can still get some leftover scraps. Let's go, check out the excitement!"
The three entered the seven or eight-story tall Celestial Treasure Tower, without even needing to call Lu Yao; they immediately found the scene of the incident.
The location was on the first floor, with dozens of onlookers; it was hard not to spot.
"Lu Yao! Lu Yao!"
Zhu Xiaoming shouted, drawing curious glances from students, who looked at this bald guy with big earrings and a thick gold chain like he was a fool,
Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue both moved a little further away from Zhu Xiaoming, while among the crowd, a pretty girl also covered her face and looked down.
Zhu Xiaoming seemed to realize it was a bit abrupt, twerking a little, then precisely pinpointing the girl covering her face, dragging Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue over.
"Lu Yao, Lu Yao! Where's the excitement?"
Zhu Xiaoming squeezed into the crowd—in fact, he didn't even need to squeeze; as he approached with his shiny bald head, the crowd parted, making way for him.
Zhang Fusheng quietly pulled up his collar, trying to cover his face.
"Keep it down, bro!" Lu Yao spoke with a toothache, politely greeting Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue, then covered her face and said:
"This is the library!"
Zhu Xiaoming chuckled sheepishly:
"Aren't they all chattering anyway, and besides, isn't this urgent to find you... Where's Chen the Great Genius?"
He looked around.
Lu Yao pointed with her mouth; the three of them looked in the direction, not far away, a student lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, evidently unconscious,
Next to him, a girl with wine-red hair sat calmly, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, flipping through a thick book quietly.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window, just spilling onto her, like a fairy untainted by the mundane world.
Zhang Fusheng noticed the snow-white clavicle beneath her neck, raised an eyebrow, where's the wound?
Healed so quickly?
Didn't look like any concealer, was it some expensive medicine, or perhaps... a special constitution?
The fairy seemed to sense something, glanced over, and when she saw Zhang Fusheng, she clearly hesitated, then also raised an eyebrow.
Under everyone's eyes, she rose gracefully, holding her book, and walked over slowly.
"Are you also a student at Jiangzhou University?"
She lifted her chin, her neck long and slender, softly asking Zhang Fusheng, her voice crisp and sweet like a frost-kissed peach, though a hint of unnoticeable anxiety flashed in her expression.
The crowd all stared intently.