Chapter 97 Fighting
"Someone's standing at the school gate, wielding a baseball bat, demanding a duel with you." As the God's Blessed One pushed open the door, bringing with him a hint of the outside air, Nova couldn't help but wince. The weather was getting colder, and even though it hadn't snowed yet, the professor began to weld a half-worn blanket around himself whenever he sat indoors, even when meeting with students.
"He called me a fool and mediocrity with confused logic, arrogance, stupidity, and abnormal brain in the White Tower Daily." The black-haired young man said coldly while wrapped in a blanket.
Azuka blinked slowly, not realizing the other person's train of thought.
During this period of time, this person has been subjected to endless attacks and insults, but the other party has never seemed to care and has rejected all his proposals for revenge - why did he suddenly react so strongly to a piece of incoherent insult this time?
"Is it Mr. Ryan who keeps chasing you and scolding you? How about I go and kill him?" The savior suggested seriously, and as expected, he was met with a look of disgust from the other person.
"Stop joking. This is school." The villain gave him a sinister look. "The world can despise my character, morals, and qualities, or praise my insidiousness, cunning, and ruthlessness—but a humanoid with a stunted brainstem like this must never doubt my intelligence. Never."
He announced with deadpan expression, almost a touch of pride: "So I wrote back in the same newspaper and told him off, and I exposed his little dirty laundry – and now he's broken."
The Savior was silent for a moment, then pulled out the newspaper the man had been holding under his arm. He saw the following sentence: "The only thing I admire most about Mr. Ryan is that he has the courage to publish his incomprehensible ramblings."
Azuka: “…”
The case is solved.
He suppressed his laughter, propped up the back of his chair with one hand, lowered his head and asked, "So what are you going to do now? Just let him yell and curse at the school gate?"
The other person was just about to curl up in the blanket, and when he heard this, he raised his chin towards a piece of paper on the table that looked like it had been written long ago.
"Please give this to him, and I'll make sure he never dares to bother us again." Seeing that he was looking at him with a half-smile, the guy slowly added another word: "Excuse me?"
Azuka almost laughed out loud: "So you're just waiting to order me around?"
"I'm so cold and don't want to move." His nemesis seemed to have figured out how to deal with him. His eyelids drooped listlessly and most of his face was curled up in the blanket, making him look even younger than his actual age.
"And Mr. Ryan is good at stickball." A small, sullen mutter rolled out of the other party's throat. "He looks like he's going to hit me in the nose with a stick. I don't want to talk to a lunatic who has lost his mind."
Azuka: “…”
He looked at the person deeply, took the note and walked out without saying a word.
The professor remained curled up in the chair until the other person's footsteps completely faded away. He suddenly jumped up, quickly sorted out the divine history manuscript that he had not had time to hide, and stuffed it into the corner of the locked bookcase.
This guy came back sooner than he expected today. Nova stood by the window wrapped in a blanket, adjusted his glasses, and stared at the movement outside. He saw Mr. Ryan, who looked furious at the school gate. At first, he fell into a red-faced, stupid state of daze because the God-Blessed One spoke to him. But after unfolding the paper, his face quickly turned pale, and soon he stumbled away without saying a word.
The professor closed the curtains with satisfaction.
Look, he only needs to write a line of text with the alias and address that the other party usually uses when giving bribes, and he doesn't have to risk getting beaten and waste time arguing with others in person.
When Azuka returned to the dormitory, his nemesis, who always seemed to be lazing in the soft chair, asked, "So, are all the butter cookies at Mrs. Bee's Bakery sold out?"
That bakery is small, but it does very good business and there is always a queue every time I go there.
"Yeah." The God's Favored One replied calmly, "The boss lady complained to me that the price of raw materials has been rising too fast recently. They can hardly afford to burn the oven, so they decided not to make cookies that occupy the oven anymore."
Seeing the person staring at him with wide eyes, seemingly unaware that he had revealed a rather frustrated expression, his emotions fluctuating even more than when he had just denounced someone for scolding him - Azuka tried to hold back, but still couldn't help it, and put his hand into the back of the other person's neck wrapped in a blanket.
It must have been very cold, because the man hissed and glared at him in dissatisfaction. Before his nemesis could start scolding him, the cunning savior spoke first: "So I bought the formula."
——Just a few gold coins and a face that shows a little melancholy.
“And the raw materials are consistent with the brand,” he added.
The other person was silent for a moment, then praised him expressionlessly: "Well done."
Yes, the professor can cook, although the process is very much like doing an experiment - but it is indeed edible and even tastes good.
Although he knew that eating was only for consuming enough energy for daily survival, and although he hated wasting time on preparing food and cleaning grease, as a native Chinese, Nova sometimes could not stand some dark cuisine from other worlds, which led him to cook by himself. However, such opportunities were rare.
——But cookies may be an exception.
The professor was so lost in thought that he forgot for a moment that someone was still holding his neck, until the other person slid his fingers deeper and the gradually warm fingertips touched his protruding shoulder blades. The black-haired young man subconsciously shrank his body.
"Are you afraid of the cold?" The one favored by God suddenly asked him in a low voice.
——The temperature touched by the fingertips is far less warm than imagined.
"It's okay." Nova frowned. He wanted to shake off the hand, but that meant he would have to stand up from the blanket that he had managed to keep warm - forget it, he didn't want to move.
Fortunately, the other party quickly withdrew his hand with propriety and touched his forehead again, as if just to check his body temperature.
"Is it natural?"
The man squatted down in front of him, looking at him gently. Nova moved uneasily. He didn't like the other person's sudden seriousness. Besides, the human squatting posture always reminded people of hunting beasts, or the word ready to attack.
"Maybe it's due to congenital defects." He replied coldly: "This body was born prematurely and almost died at birth."
He therefore had a very difficult neonatal period - it was a nightmare. The child's body, which was as weak as a kitten and unable to support the functioning of the brain, almost drove him crazy.
"Some exercise will warm you up too." Nova came back to his senses and heard the other party say, "You'll get sick if you keep wrapping yourself in a blanket."
The savior had another unspoken reason - perhaps after completely draining the opponent's physical strength, that person would sleep more soundly at night instead of being trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
"Perhaps you would like to learn some simple fighting techniques from me?" he suggested with a smile.
Nova subconsciously shrank back into his chair.
"No." He replied coldly and warily, "I have a feeling you have ill intentions right now—are you trying to take this opportunity to beat me up? In retaliation for the order I gave you just now?"
Azuka: “…”
He squatted on the ground and sighed, then suddenly grabbed the other person's calf. The other person was caught off guard and instinctively dodged to the side, but failed to dodge and completely lost his balance, and was dragged off the chair by him.
The sudden weightlessness made Nova curl up instinctively - but the expected severe pain did not come. He opened his eyes blankly, but met the other person's exceptionally deep and clear blue irises.
The back of his head was supported by someone's palm, who was kneeling and leaning on him. The human body temperature was so close, and the warmth that should have been desirable made his hair stand on end for some reason.
The Savior pulled his hand away, removed his crooked glasses, and set them aside. With a sigh and a remarkably gentle tone, he asked, "See? I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"
"...Get up!" The professor almost kicked him.
The guy didn't move at all, just looked down at him with his eyes downcast.
"You know some fighting techniques—but only the techniques themselves, not their practical application." His tone was calm, yet contained a hint of cold mockery. "Besides, your physical fitness is too poor. You lack stamina and strength."
The God-Favored One suddenly and swiftly grabbed the opponent's knee that was trying to push against his waist. The force seemed gentle, but in fact it was impossible to resist. "You are quite flexible and have fast reaction speed - are you really a cat?"
While he was lowering his head, the other man punched him in the side of the face without mercy - but it was just a feint. The real killing move was the hand blade that chopped across his neck. If this blow had hit him hard, it would inevitably make him dizzy or even faint.
Azuka blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so quick and deliberate in his feints and changes of tactics. He was truly a genius. However, the gap between them was too great. Even though he intentionally fed his opponent's moves, after a few rounds, he easily pinned his nemesis back to the ground, looking utterly utterly embarrassed.
"At this time, you should pull your hands down," he instructed gently and patiently. "Then the person who's suppressing you will suddenly lose their center of gravity and push down. Then you can use your calves to hook the other person's knees, using them as a fulcrum and using the strength of your waist to build a bridge and flip them over. That's right."
The sudden distance brought them closer, and some of their cool, soft blond hair trickled into his disheveled, wide-open collar. The black-haired young man panted rapidly, the heat from the exercise rising from his chest. His skin began to grow clammy and damp, like a can of bubbling fish. The other man, however, appeared composed and composed, his breathing steady.
His brain easily understood the principle of force that the other party mentioned, but when he really started to use force, the person who was supposed to cooperate stood still, without any of the morals and qualities that a sparring partner should have.
"I forgot to mention it," the other party said, curling his eyes at him innocently. "When the power gap between you and your opponent is too great, this move is ineffective—like now."
...This guy is really seeking revenge!
Nova simply abandoned his tearfully inefficient resistance, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, trying to calm his breathing and forcibly ignoring his ears which were starting to feel numb and itchy from the faint airflow from another person.
"Give up?"
--asshole.
"...You're really dangerous. You're completely exposing your most vulnerable chest, abdomen, and neck to the enemy."
-Next time he'll carry a gun. He's crazy enough to roll on the ground with a giant cephalopod in a physical duel.
"Now you really lose."
Someone slowly rubbed the artery in his neck with the tip of his finger. The professor opened his eyes impatiently, glanced at the guy who was talking to himself, and was about to spray some venom, but someone gently pinched his chin with two fingers.
"Then as the loser, sir, you have to pay a small price to the winner... such as some truth and honesty." The pair of blue eyes were so close that Nova was a little dazed for a moment, and then he heard the man's voice become deep and oppressive.
"--Like what bad things did you do without telling me, huh?"
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