novelraw Chapter 318 - 193: Holy Land Fairy, Seven Discontents, Eight Resentments
Chapter 318 - 193: Holy Land Fairy, Seven Discontents, Eight Resentments
Crash...
In the midst of the storm, the world was shrouded in a gray mist.
The buildings of West State University had their outlines blurred by the rain screen.
A group of students braved the storm, holding leaky umbrellas, running towards the teaching building, stepping in the puddles with uneven strides.
"Hurry, hurry!"
"Damn, this rain is too heavy."
"The umbrella is leaking!"
"I’m soaked to the bone."
"Water got into my shoes."
Splash...
A battered van stopped at the parking space at the foot of the teaching building.
The door opened, and out stepped Bai Mo, dressed in a black tracksuit with his pant legs rolled up, wearing slippers, stepping elegantly in puddles, causing splashes. On his shoulder was a little chubby red fox, holding an umbrella for him and carrying his bag.
Bai Mo grinned.
So what if it’s an old van?
An old van can also shield from the wind and rain, which is far better than his classmates who ran from the dormitory in the pouring rain!
With that, he walked leisurely with his hands in his pockets, under the umbrella held by Moon Claw, covering the last few dozen meters, looking at his classmates who looked like drenched rats, entering the teaching building.
...
The math modeling defense was taking place in a large lecture hall.
Upon entering, one could see wet footprints all over the floor, and many students had already taken their seats, looking distressed as they tidied their wet clothes.
"Bai Mo, over here!"
It was Fang Yuan, waving and smiling from a window seat.
Bai Mo walked over and saw Wu Qingyun was also there, so the three of them sat together.
Fang Yuan took out her phone, intending to take a group selfie to send to Zhang Jian... but when she opened the camera, she paused for a moment before putting the phone away.
She leaned over to Wu Qingyun’s ear and whispered.
"Your clothes are wet!"
Wu Qingyun was wearing a light, thin tracksuit, which was only slightly wet, but the curves were exceptionally highlighted! Fang Yuan hadn’t noticed earlier, but when preparing to take the photo, she immediately became alert... this kind of scene should not be sent to Zhang Jian!
Bai Mo instinctively turned his head, took a look, and then immediately turned his gaze back... Wu Qingyun, this girl, has quite a figure.
He took a spare thin jacket from his backpack and handed it to Wu Qingyun.
"Just washed and not worn yet, put it on for now."
Wu Qingyun, still expressionless as ever, thanked him and took it, putting it on and zipping it up to cover her curves.
Neither of them thought it was inappropriate.
It was only Fang Yuan beside them who gave an odd look, immediately lowering her head to gossip with Zhang Jian via message.
...
Gradually, more and more students arrived in the lecture hall.
Some were participants, while others, who weren’t, came to watch the excitement.
The large lecture hall was packed to the brim.
The seats by the window on the east side were occupied by students from the Immortal Grass Experimental Class.
Wan Bocheng, Lan Fangfang, and Yang Zhan were all by their computers, preparing the presentation slides needed for their defense later.
"We’ll go on stage together, I’ll speak on the math part first, Lan Fangfang will talk about the programming part.
"Once we’ve finished speaking, we’ll stand together and wait for the teachers’ questions."
Some students were more relaxed, chatting while browsing their phones.
"Have you seen the Immortal Discussion Forum?
"Our class teacher, Professor Zhang, is on the forum looking to buy Harlan Zhongli."
"What’s Harlan Zhongli?"
In the back row, Wu Qingyun and Fang Yuan were shoulder-to-shoulder by the computer, checking the slides.
Bai Mo, beside them, was frowning slightly.
Professor Zhang is acquiring Harlan Zhongli?
Harlan Zhongli is an Eighth-Grade Medicinal Material, necessary for Alchemists to advance from Sequence Eight to Sequence Seven. Bai Mo had consumed it long ago.
Talking about their class teacher, students from the Immortal Grass Experimental Class were highly excited.
"Old Zhang has a few tricks up his sleeve. Trying to reach Sequence Seven?"
"He’s been Sequence Eight for a while, hasn’t he?"
Just at this moment, a girl’s voice came from the side.
"Humph! Advancing to Sequence Seven is not that easy. With his talent, I doubt it."
These words instantly brought silence to the seats of the Immortal Grass Experimental Class.
Wan Bocheng, Lan Fangfang, and the others turned their heads around.
Bai Mo and Wu Qingyun also glanced over.
It was a fair-skinned girl with a high ponytail, sitting not too far away, curling her lips as she raised her eyebrows, her face showing faint disdain.
"What are you looking at?
"How many years has he been on Sequence Eight? What impressive medicinal outcomes does he have? None, right?
"With that aptitude, how did he achieve Sequence Eight?"
Yang Zhan from the Immortal Grass Experimental Class frowned, looking at his classmates.
"Who is this person? She’s so damn arrogant?"
Guan Yue Ling, the top science student from Beihai City, whispered.
"She’s my classmate from Beihai First Middle School, named Huang Sitong. She’s always been quite arrogant."
Lan Fangfang darkened her face.
"Ha, she looks down on Old Zhang.
"The only one who could earn her respect might be the West State Boss?"
Huang Sitong, however, tilted her head, whipped her high ponytail, and raised her eyebrows.
"Why should I respect him?
"He just got lucky, advancing to Sequence Seven earlier.
"Who knows what means he used, who knows what benefits he reaped?"
Hmm?
Wan Bocheng’s eyes widened, furious!
Yang Zhan slapped the table with a "bang."
"You’re talking nonsense!
"You’re so arrogant, which Sequence are you?"
Huang Sitong sat not far away, her expression unchanged, raising her eyebrows arrogantly.
"I don’t cultivate immortality!
"What, just because I don’t cultivate immortality, I can’t comment on them?
"Do I need to know refrigeration before I evaluate a fridge?"
Yang Zhan was so angry that he laughed, the West State Boss was his idol. He had never seen his idol being insulted, let alone by such a shameless critic!
He rolled up his sleeves, no longer intending to reason, and planned to teach some "physics."
Just at this moment...
Squeak.
The door of the lecture hall opened, and a dozen teachers walked in, chatting and laughing.