Chapter 30
That night, Dormitory 211.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
Zhuge Xiao held his phone in his hand and said to the others in the dormitory with great excitement, "The guy named Wang has been removed! Now the captain of the second team needs to choose a new one!"
"I knew it a long time ago," Yan Beichen said without raising his head while leaning against the bed. "I also know that Gu Liang signed the consent form for Mr. Gong to be the team leader today. Tell me something new. Do you have nothing to learn, know-it-all?"
"How is that possible? I have even more explosive news."
Zhuge Xiao cleared his throat: "I learned magic!"
"What?" "Impossible?"
The voices of Gu Liangyi and Yan Beichen rang out in the dormitory almost at the same time.
Zhuge Xiao said angrily, "What's impossible? I practiced hard for hundreds of times every day, and even in my dreams I was dancing to those weeds. With my perseverance and talent, what is impossible for me to succeed?"
Hearing this, Yan Beichen's mouth twitched fiercely.
He was about to complain about Zhuge Xiao being shameless when he heard Gu Liangyi looking at him with admiration and saying, "Really? I think so too."
"…Old Four has already told us not to spoil him! He will take advantage of us!"
But by the time these words came out, it was too late.
Zhuge Xiao jumped out of bed with a start, and ran to the balcony excitedly to get his pot of precious weeds. He coughed hard and said in a deep voice, "Okay, now let me, Gandalf from the East, perform for you. Now, it's time to witness a miracle—"
Yan Beichen was horrified: "Wait a minute!"
As if in slow motion, Gu Liang sat sideways in his seat. Under his curious gaze, a bunch of green grass swayed and broke out of the flowerpot in Zhuge Xiao's arms. In just a few seconds, it grew to the extreme. After being unable to gain space to grow horizontally, they chose to continue to grow upwards desperately.
“Bang!”
Zhuge Xiao lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Everyone stared at the pot of weeds in amazement. Countless green vines, like an elephant ointment experiment, scrambled to pop up from a flowerpot that was no bigger than a washbasin. There were as many as six or seven varieties, even including the most common dogtail grass on the roadside - probably all the seeds hidden in the soil before had sprouted.
The entire dormitory floor was covered with vines and herbs. Some of them had even climbed up the ladder to the upper bunk where Yi Yan was. They shook their leaves with vines covered with small white flowers and shyly greeted the cold-faced handsome guy.
Yi Yan: “…………”
Just as the end of the vine was about to wrap around his wrist, he snapped the photocopy of an ancient book he had borrowed from the library, broke it cruelly, and threw it off the bed.
"Zhuge-Xiao-Look at what you have done!!!"
Yan Beichen jumped off the bed in anger, because he slept on the lower bunk and the entire bed sheet was covered with foxtail grass seeds.
Gu Liangyi was busy saving his textbooks and homework and had no time to pay attention to them.
"What's going on, Third Brother?"
Yi Yan, who was on the upper bunk, asked with a frown.
"I...I I I don't know either!"
Zhuge Xiao had a sad face, but he scratched his white hair that had grown black roots, and looked at the mess in front of him with a strange excitement in his eyes: "It's strange, before when you were not in the dormitory, the most I could do when practicing was to grow a vine of more than ten centimeters from nothing. How come it exploded all of a sudden tonight?"
"Stop talking nonsense and clean up this mess for me!"
Yan Beichen cursed as he pulled away the vines that were wrapped around his bed. He noticed that Zhuge Xiao looked eager and seemed to want to try again. He immediately got angry, strode over, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and threw him to the balcony like a chicken, then slammed the balcony door shut.
"Just calm down outside for a while." He said sinisterly.
By the time they had cleaned the dormitory and let Zhuge Xiao, who was freezing outside, in, it was less than half an hour before the usual lights-out time.
"Old Third, did you drink Red Bull today?" Yan Beichen couldn't help but ask him curiously, "How did you do that?"
"Didn't I say that I don't know either."
Zhuge Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed and pondered for a while. Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through his mind:
If we talk about the only abnormality recently, it should be the changes in the surroundings he felt after Gu Liang was injured on the training ground that day, right?
At that time, he felt like he was put into a high-pressure tank. He had a feeling of being stuffy and suffocated with nowhere to escape. The power in his body repeatedly tried to seek a breakthrough outside, but he had no way to break free.
It wasn't until the feeling disappeared that he managed to catch his breath.
After that, he seemed to be completely enlightened, and his spellcasting skills improved by leaps and bounds. While other students studying with him were still trying to make weeds sprout, he could already help the professional girl next door to grow cat grass to feed the cats.
However, this idea had no logical support. Zhuge Xiao glanced at Gu Liangyi who was trying hard to adjust his desk lamp, and decided to suppress this idea in his heart for the time being.
For Lao Si's sake, some things are better not said in front of the live broadcast.
"Speaking of Wang Zichen, he was pretty miserable," he changed the subject and gloated a bit, "He trained so hard for so many days, but in the end, Mr. Gong took his place."
"He asked for it."
The cold voice coming from the upper bunk made Gu Liangyi suddenly stunned - Yi Yan would actually say such harsh words? Was he really not hallucinating?
But Yi Yan pretended not to notice his surprised look. He turned a page of the book and said to Yan Beichen, who was in the lower bunk, "Second brother, go and fight for the position of deputy captain. I don't trust anyone else to take over."
Hand over...Who is he going to hand over to others?
Gu Liangyi's breathing rate increased instantly, but Yan Beichen seemed to be completely unaware of the deep meaning of Yi Yan's words, and agreed very readily: "Okay, I just want to make some extra money for my family! Brother Yi, the deputy captain's salary is not bad, right?"
Although it won't reach their hands, it's good to be able to subsidize their families.
"Um."
Yi Yan responded calmly.
He turned a page of the book in his hand, and suddenly raised his head. His black eyes, which shone with a clear and moist luster like ink under the light, looked straight at Gu Liangyi who was peeking at him. When he noticed the other party's panic, he slightly curled his lips:
"Go to bed early when you finish writing."
Gu Liangyi responded randomly, hunched over the table, holding a pen and staring at the lines full of mathematical formulas.
This shouldn't be difficult...
But what does the question mean? Why can't he understand it?
Oh, it turns out that we need to solve a differential equation...
...Speaking of which, how do you ask for guidance?
Ahhhh, I’m dying. How come it took him half a day to write a solution for a problem that could be solved in just one minute?
Gu Liangyi took a deep breath, scratched his hair in despair, picked out a blade of grass from his hair, and after a moment of silence, he put it in his textbook. He sat in front of the table and shook his head vigorously, turning his IQ, which was almost zero, into a positive number. Only then did he finally understand this question that he had already known since elementary school.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
A low, reprimanding voice came from above his head, and Gu Liang was startled. He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but when he felt a warm breath close to him, his whole body suddenly froze in his seat.
Yi Yan rested one hand on his desk, and grasped the back of the chair behind him with the other hand, looking at him from behind with his head slightly lowered.
Under the bright desk lamp, his deep and three-dimensional face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, with light and shadow interweaving between his hair. Even when he was blaming Gu Liangyi, his frowning and lowered eyes looked particularly helpless and gentle.
Gu Liang looked at his profile, his eyes dazed.
From this angle...Yi Yan really looks like Officer Fu.
"What questions are you looking at?"
Yi Yan stared at his homework book and chuckled, "Differential equations?"
Gu Liangyi: “…………”
It's a disgrace to my grandma.
He silently lowered his head and turned to the next page of his homework book. He was about to solve a difficult problem to avenge his previous shame. Yi Yan glanced at him and saw the faint dark circles under his eyes. He suddenly turned off the desk lamp on his desk.
"You'll do your homework tomorrow. It's time to go to bed now."
Gu Liangyi uttered an "ah" and covered his homework book with his hands, trying to protest: "But aren't we going back to the city the day after tomorrow? I'll just write for another half an hour--"
"no."
Yi Yan's voice suddenly became serious: "Go to bed, it's time to turn off the lights."
"……oh."
Gu Liangyi reluctantly cleaned up the table and climbed onto the bed.
This night should have been a quiet and peaceful night.
The campus of Moda was completely silent. Even the tabby cat that roamed at night was curled up in the grass, dozing off with its eyes closed.
——But in the early hours of the morning, an urgent communication request from a shop in Morton City instantly woke up the sleepy liaison officer on duty in the school!
Zong Qinyuan, who had just fallen asleep for two hours, woke up completely the moment he heard the news.
"What did you say?" He held the communicator given by the students and raised his voice uncontrollably, "Did you catch a spy in the store?"
"Yes, Principal Zong." The member of the special task force who remained on duty inside the shop replied.
He glanced at a man in the room behind him who was knocked unconscious by a high-pressure water gun and tied up wetly on a chair, and said in a rather indescribable tone: "And we searched this guy and found that his true identity seems to be quite complicated."
"…Who on earth is he?"
"It should be someone from the Magic Guild," the member said, "the same spy from Fermat who came into the city to investigate and for whom the Lord of Morton City has been offering a high bounty for many years and will kill anyone found."
Zong Qinyuan didn't know what kind of expression to show for a moment, because they had basically no understanding of Fermat's forces at present, so he could only ask again: "Then what did he sneak into the shop to find out? Could it be that the news of the demon god has spread over there?"
But after asking this question, he did not get an immediate answer.
Listening to the noisy movement and faint shouting and roaring coming from the other end of the communicator, Zong Qinyuan suddenly clenched the communicator in his hand and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? What happened!"
The members of the special action team had a stern face and roughly blocked the mouth of the spy who woke up and yelled at them with a towel, and then said to the anxious Zong Qinyuan: "Principal, you are right."
Zong Qinyuan didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"The good news is that this guy is awake, but the bad news is that he seems to have really thought we were followers of the demon god Seris," the special action team member sighed helplessly. "Just now he shouted at us with a steadfast face, saying that they would never succumb to the demon god's tyranny, and asked us to kill him as soon as possible. So, Principal Zong, are you going to make him lose his memory physically?"
His tone sounded quite eager to try.
Zong Qinyuan: "...Be friendly, classmate. We are not terrorists."
But he also began to worry about how to deal with this spy. Zong Qinyuan really couldn't figure it out. Did the people in the other world like to imagine too much? Was Seris's name so terrible?
Think about the question Yi Yan asked him before, and the so-called "faith determinism" mentioned by the elf...
Zong Qinyuan really found it hard to imagine what the situation would be like if Gu Liangyi really possessed the power of the legendary demon.
He was full of thoughts. After briefly instructing the special task force members at the shop to keep an eye on the man and not to contact him casually, he sent a message to Gu Liangyi on his mobile phone, asking him to come to the principal's office to find him at seven in the morning, as he had something to tell him.
That’s right, as a leader, although Zong Qinyuan rarely puts on airs, he also has a problem that most leaders have -
I like to send messages to people late at night.
In the dormitory, Gu Liangyi, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the sudden light of a light next to his pillow.
The young man lying on the bed frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
The look in his eyes when he looked up at the ceiling was completely different from the indifference he showed during the day.
He frowned slightly, picked up the phone next to him with a hint of impatience, and after seeing Zong Qinyuan's message, he swiped left and deleted it without hesitation.
If it was really an important matter, someone would have come knocking on the door and calling for help by now!
After deleting the message, he also canceled his two alarms for tomorrow morning.
Even though he had a class in the morning, he didn't care about his attendance. The teachers wouldn't care about him anyway, and it would be no problem for him to study the freshman courses on his own. In comparison, he was more concerned about whether some crybaby could get a few more minutes of sleep in the morning.
But after doing all this, he still felt unhappy.
Without him to support him, the main character was really bullied. He was injured before, but now that he is well, he can't even get a late night's sleep.
Given his personality, he wouldn't hide in his bed and cry secretly in the middle of the night, right?
Tsk, stupid leader.
The young man put down his phone with a cold face, then considerately pulled the quilt around himself to prevent himself from catching a cold. After he wrote down all these people in his little notebook, he closed his eyes again.
Throughout the entire process, the global live broadcast that was supposed to record everything was silent.
Before he lost consciousness, a gentle whisper came from the darkness:
"Good night, Xiaoyi."
The day when they meet again is not far away.
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