ASER - Chapter 54
Chapter 54: No Battle
After the refinement of some previous skills, A'Diao no longer doubted the efficacy of these skills with lame names. She exchanged for all of them in one go. After checking their detailed functions, she maxed out the disguise skill and raised 202 to level 10. She didn't have enough mental power to go higher, so she had to stop.
The Toilet knew why she was being so extravagant.
Compared to the deranged act of extorting money late at night due to a lack of funds, cultivating mental power was the least difficult for her.
This person was a natural at infuriating people.
Although it nearly emptied her mental power all at once, the returns were enormous.
Once the skill was activated, a fat person completely unrelated to Chen A'Diao appeared in front of the mirror.
Very good, the function was very powerful.
With a different identity, she could handle many matters inconvenient for her to do herself, and she could also conceal her true capabilities.
Toilet: "It's unlikely to deceive someone at the Headmaster's level, but fooling Zhou Jiang is a piece of cake."
A'Diao: "What about compared to that Inner Guard?"
Toilet: "If it wasn't maxed out, you couldn't fool them. But since it's maxed, it's possible. After all, Spiritual Energy has only recently revived, so their power ceiling isn't that high yet. But if your improvement speed can't keep up with theirs... then it's hard to say."
A'Diao knew that these Inner Guards and the Headmaster, backed by the nation's core power, would improve at a terrifying, breakneck pace, far beyond what powerless rookies like her could compare to. Look, even Chen Ran, a Cishi, could get his hands on so many spirit cores.
"I know the Muscle-Separating Bone-Misaligning Soup is definitely for tempering my bones, improving my physique from the inside out. But this vacuum compression... is it to compress the concentration of Spiritual Energy, making it easier for me to absorb, thereby reducing the time needed to absorb a set amount of Spiritual Energy?"
Toilet: "Correct."
Oh ho, amazing, amazing!
A'Diao was instantly overjoyed, almost wanting to hug the Toilet and give it a kiss. But she also vaguely felt that all these preparations seemed to be urging her to deal with evil spirits... all that was missing was a Spirit Power cultivation method.
This Toilet really had some tricks up its sleeve.
But the main point was still this recipe. How much would it cost?
A'Diao cautiously opened the purchased recipe content. Looking at the list of ingredients and calculating its market price with her optical computer, her vision went dark.
Damn, one dose cost 3 million Star Coins!
She might as well buy a black stocking, put it over her head, and rob a bank.
"No money, no money, no money..." A'Diao compared the medicinal ingredients she had in the bank warehouse. She found her previous prediction accuracy was decent; she had hoarded enough of one-third of the ingredients. But calculating the total price for the other two-thirds, each dose would still cost an average of 2.5 million Star Coins.
If she took it for seven days, that would be at least 17.5 million Star Coins.
Although the remaining ingredients might be needed for future recipes, the current Muscle-Separating Bone-Misaligning recipe required so many Star Coins that she couldn't gather them in the short term. It was better to clear her current inventory first and improve her current strength.
But A'Diao didn't plan to sell now. She wanted to wait until after the Gaokao date was announced. Countless families would surely make a final extravagant gamble for their children's exams, and prices would peak then.
However, even if she couldn't afford the recipe ingredients, there was something else she needed to buy in advance. She searched for a keyword on Taobao.
She had a premonition that her days after enrolling would be very "harmonious."
She might get beaten up.
So she had to prepare to avoid getting beaten.
Because the potion wasn't ready and her mental power was almost depleted, A'Diao simply didn't activate the Toilet and 202 for cultivation. Instead, on the last day, she researched knowledge points about Spirit Power cultivation and other related topics to avoid being unprepared for the start of school the next day.
It was very hot on the first day of school. It was only eight in the morning, but many students were already wearing short sleeves and shorts due to the heat. A'Diao was no exception. Carrying her tattered schoolbag, she was looking at the news on her phone.
Regarding the public uproar, the government and the Academy Alliance issued a unified statement: The algorithm is correct. Even if we explained it, you wouldn't understand. If you really want to understand, send people to the Earth Abyss and compete to see who kills more.
"Crazy! Who would go to the Earth Abyss? That's the job of you officials and soldiers. Our precious children aren't going."
After arresting some people and killing others, it was later announced that there would be second and third recruitment rounds. These were to select examinees who hadn't gotten into their desired schools. Then, everyone could open their eyes wide and see if the assessment data matched reality.
Whether the algorithm was reasonable or not, running it a few more times and looking at the results would reveal the truth.
For example, Jinling Academy selected only 200 people out of 3000 this time, an appallingly low ratio. Did the 2800 who weren't selected just pack up and go home?
Of course, that was impossible. Jinling Academy didn't have a second recruitment round because it was the sole first-tier institution. There were no better student sources within Danzhou for a second round. However, for other schools, the 3000 people who initially chose Jinling Academy were the most outstanding student pool. Even if the strongest 200 were taken, the remaining 2800 still had extremely high quality, many even stronger than those admitted in their own first rounds. So, the second round was a mutual opportunity.
For those who failed to get into Jinling Academy, although disappointed, entering a lower-ranked high school was still good. At least this was Jinling, the provincial capital of Danzhou. All of Danzhou's resources were concentrated here, meaning more experts and more opportunities.
Due to the buzz around the second recruitment round, the uproar gradually subsided.
None of this concerned A'Diao. She had already entered the school gates. Her identity data was in the database, so no registration was needed. She directly washed her hands and went to collect her books, school uniform, and other items.
There weren't many books, and only two sets of school uniforms, not thick ones either. But A'Diao stuffed them all into her backpack, making it bulge. When she carried it, she looked even more rustic, but she didn't care and walked off casually.
There were dormitories available. A'Diao paid the accommodation fee and was about to move her things to the dorm when she got hungry midway and went to the canteen to buy a few steamed buns.
"Toilet, is my appetite abnormal now? Did the tomato and egg drop soup cleanse impurities and enlarge my stomach?"
If she hadn't just grown taller without gaining weight, A'Diao really wouldn't dare to continue eating.
Toilet: "You suffered premature decline at a young age, and your foundation was too damaged. Once your physique improves, your deficient nutritional needs will skyrocket. This is natural. Otherwise, why do you think your C-grade growth talent assessment was so low?"
Huh?
A'Diao, who was gnawing on a steamed bun, paused. Wasn't it always this low?
Because her A and B were too high, her body couldn't bear it, so C was...
Toilet: "Your original aptitude was higher than this. I mean, your A, B, and C were all higher than they are now. But the damage to your foundation significantly impaired your overall talent, so only the current levels could be measured. It can only be nurtured back slowly—do you know the saying 'excessive wisdom leads to an early demise'? It can also be deduced in reverse."
Children who die young are often, in fact, those with excessively high aptitude.
She was one of those people.
A'Diao had known early on that her aptitude wasn't bad, but she hadn't expected it to be so much better than she anticipated. Of course, she was happy, but she asked a little cautiously, "Is it easy to nurture it back?"
Toilet: "Easy. Just spend money and resources."
Alright, say no more, I get it.
A'Diao thought about how even the lowest-grade tomato and egg drop soup cost her 1.8 million Star Coins, let alone nurturing back her talent.
If she thought about it any further, she'd get dizzy from hypoglycemia.
A'Diao lowered her head and continued gnawing on her steamed bun. As she ate, her vision suddenly went black.
Someone jumped down from the third floor of the nearby teaching building, kicking at her in mid-air.
The wind from the kick was fierce and domineering, aimed straight at her head.
Were they trying to give her a concussion?
Whoa!
Although A'Diao had just known there was an intermediate "conquerable target" nearby, because there were quite a few intermediate-level individuals in Jinling, with teachers being a dime a dozen, it wasn't anything unusual, and she hadn't paid it much mind. So when this person jumped down just now, she was truly caught off guard.
The kick was too fierce. She was holding a steamed bun in her left hand, a bag of buns in her right, and carrying a bulging backpack. No matter how agile she was, she couldn't completely dodge a sneak attack like this. So she could only retreat, and just as she was about to drop her things and fight back, she caught a glimpse of the attacker's appearance and clothes.
A young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, in a school uniform.
It was a student.
However, there were people nearby.
A'Diao's eyes flashed, and she deliberately stumbled...
Bang!
The opponent's shoe stomped down just past her face. When it hit the ground, the thick, ancient, and hard bluestone slab cracked with the sound. He switched legs, spun, and followed up with another swift sweeping kick.
Crisp and clean, his leg strength was terrifying. His power level probably reached G2. He was formidable. A'Diao retreated again, this time in a more wretched state.
The steamed buns fell to the ground. Her backpack hit a tree and was torn by a branch, a pile of things clattering to the ground.
She fell and sat on the ground, looking very wretched.
The young man, retracting his leg again, narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to advance and attack again, he heard the doors and windows of a classroom behind him open. "What are you doing!"
The young man turned his head for a look. This was a teaching building, so naturally, there were classrooms and students behind it. Although it was the first day of school and classes hadn't officially started, and things were still being organized, the commotion they were making was so big... it was normal for that teacher to yell.
However, the young man saw it was just an ordinary teaching student, and the class was only a first-year high school class. He didn't pay much attention, considering them insignificant. He didn't care, so he continued to lunge at A'Diao, shouting.
"Chen A'Diao, I hear your strength is exceptional, that you could even kill someone on the day of the entrance exam! Spar with me, let me see how formidable you really are!"
He wasn't completely brainless; he specifically said it was a spar with A'Diao to tell the teacher not to interfere.
Seeing this, the teacher in the classroom indeed hesitated. He knew very well that the most important people in the school right now were the Gaokao examinees and the new third-year high school students, among whom children of powerful families were concentrated and extremely hard to offend.
But if they fought like this, the commotion would be too big.
In the moment he hesitated, A'Diao received a prompt from the Toilet.
Oh ho, several intermediate-level individuals were approaching. What a coincidence. She had originally planned to use the surveillance to stir up some trouble. Since people were coming, that was perfect.
So, with a plop, she knelt down.
Ten minutes earlier, in Third Year Class 01. Unlike A'Diao, who could live anywhere from a hotel to the Jinling ancestral home, the Tian siblings perfectly exemplified the schooling experience of ordinary commoners. After being well-fed, well-cared for, and praised by everyone, their family had long prepared all sorts of things for their accommodation. They had moved into the dormitory a day early, so they could easily report to their class today. However, as soon as the Tian siblings arrived, they felt the atmosphere was very awkward.
How to put it? After entering, they learned that the top ten from their entrance exam had all entered Class 1, while those ranked 11th and below went to Class 2.
Class 1 had a total of 50 students. Apart from their group of 10, the remaining 40 were internally selected students. It wasn't that these internally selected students were necessarily arrogant, but because they had gotten to know each other during the internal selection phase and formed fixed cliques, there was an inevitable barrier with those who came in through the later entrance exam. Added to this was the default assumption that the internally selected were the most outstanding, creating a top-down sense of alienation.
If it were just this, it wouldn't be a big deal; the Tian siblings were generally easy-going. The trouble was, when they arrived, they found a few people over there chatting and laughing.
After hearing the content of their conversation, the two siblings became anxious and immediately went out to find someone, just in time to meet Song Ling who was approaching.
Song Ling saw their anxious appearance, frowned, and asked, "What happened?"
Strange, such a cold person would actually take the initiative to ask?
Tian Zhongxiang was articulate and immediately said, "Just now, I heard those internally selected people say there's a formidable guy named Yuan Shu, and he went to pick a fight with A'Diao."
Yuan Shu?
Song Ling knew more than them and was aware of Yuan Shu's strength. "It's no use for us to go; we can't beat him. Follow me."
In the classroom, Cheng Zhang was actually also present. He had known for a while what these people were talking and laughing about. It seemed nonchalant, but it was actually a probe directed at their top ten from the entrance exam.
By fighting Chen A'Diao, they could gauge the level of all of them.
However, this was normal. Cheng Zhang felt the Tian siblings were making a big deal out of nothing. They only knew each other from the exam, yet they were genuinely concerned? So worried about Chen A'Diao?
Perhaps this was the innocence of children from ordinary families?
Cheng Zhang, flipping through a book, remained noncommittal. Suddenly, he heard an internally selected student from over there ask him teasingly, "Hey, Cheng Zhang, right? Do you know that Chen A'Diao? What do you think of her? Can she beat Yuan Shu?"
How could she possibly win?
However, these people were probing him, wanting to see where he stood.
But based on his family's investigations and his own observations, among the 40 internally selected students in Class 1, at least ten had already mastered Spirit Power. The dates they mastered it varied; some might have done so more than half a month earlier, putting them far ahead of the others. Each of these ten was not easy to deal with, and Yuan Shu was one of them.
But Yuan Shu should be ranked towards the back among them.
"How could she? She hasn't even mastered Spirit Power, but Classmate Yuan Shu probably mastered it long ago." Cheng Zhang's answer was quite pertinent. The few of them exchanged glances.
"Being able to bury someone alive is already very impressive," the other person said, still smiling.
Cheng Zhang smiled. "The environment during the talent test had Spiritual Energy concentration maxed out, and there was also stimulation from spirit enzymes. It actually revealed the upper limit of one's talent prematurely, equivalent to displaying means one might achieve in the future. We're still far from that now. Just like me, I could even summon lightning to strike people back then, but in reality, I don't even know Spirit Power now."
Before mastering Spirit Power, one couldn't confront these people.
A guy with a crew cut looked at him with a half-smile. "You're quite clever, speak pleasantly, and don't offend either side. But no matter how badass that Chen A'Diao was during the exam, today... whether she's a dragon or a tiger, she'll have to submit to us!"
Who was this said for?
It was said for all those who entered through the entrance exam. Xu Luo and the others were also in the classroom, and their expressions stiffened upon hearing this.
Although they had known from the start that there was a gap between them and some of the internally selected students, apart from those ranked at the very top, were the rest necessarily stronger than them?
On what grounds were they so domineering!
Were those from the entrance exam inherently inferior?
But it was obvious that these internally selected students had tacitly ganged up and were deliberately suppressing them.
Cheng Zhang smiled without speaking, but his heart sank slightly. Among these people, some were either on good terms with Cui Liang, or it was because the newly recruited students were stronger than these internally selected "geniuses" had predicted. They felt threatened and wanted to suppress them preemptively, to prevent anyone from their group of ten from splitting the original embryonic form of the internally selected clique and disrupting their plans. After suppressing them, they would offer a small inducement to rope them in as underlings.
Human nature, always inescapable from strife.
But that Chen A'Diao... would she really be beaten badly?
Kneel to whom?!
Fortunately, A'Diao was kneeling before that tattered bag. She carefully stroked the torn backpack, her eyes red, looking dazed and grief-stricken. Tears welled up but didn't fall. Finally, in a tearful voice, she murmured, "Master, since you left, it turns out I can't even keep the bag you left me. It's always like this. I have... no one by my side. No one likes me wherever I go. Someone always wants to hit me."
Yuan Shu: "? What nonsense are you talking? Hitting you is doing you an honor! Get up, let me see what level you're at!"
Before he could say anything with a darkened face, A'Diao hugged the backpack tightly, gently wiped the tears brimming in her eyes, and then began to carefully pick up the steamed buns from the ground.
The one she had been eating was now stained with dirt and ruined. She tidied it up and then sorted through the ones in the bag.
Some things, language is the most direct form of expression, but silent body language can also move people's hearts.
How much she cherished this food served to highlight how outrageous Yuan Shu was being.
From Song Ling +2888!
From Tian Zhongxiang +1500!
From Tian Zhongye +1666!
From...
The students over by the classroom began to discuss quietly, feeling that this senior female student, who looked poor yet unyieldingly self-reliant, was so pitiful.
That big guy is so fierce, so bad!
But A'Diao's thought was: The Toilet had just prompted about a high-level conquerable target, but this person hadn't given any mental power. As expected, another difficult character to "conquer."
"Quite the actress." Yuan Shu finally detected some trickery, his face turning slightly cold. He stepped forward, reached out to grab A'Diao's shoulder, intending to drag her away and "fix" her.
Under his palm, she felt like skin and bones, hardly any flesh. He could drag her away with a casual pull.
Yuan Shu looked down on this Chen A'Diao even more. Just as he was about to exert force, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Before he could react, a rope entwined his neck and dragged him away. Whoosh, after being dragged several meters along the ground, the rope, like a snake, bound his limbs and finally wrapped around his neck, hanging him from a tree.
He tried to erupt with Spirit Power to break free, but his Spirit Power was suppressed.
The opponent was very strong, far more powerful than him.
His pupils became bloodshot. He saw the person standing not far away.
A female teacher in a long dress, holding a book in one hand, wearing glasses, looking very refined. She was about thirty years old, appearing gentle and intellectual, standing amidst a profusion of flowers, neither smiling nor angry.
But a spirit thread twirled above two of her fingers. The movement, coiling, and strangling trajectory of the spirit thread were identical to the rope's.
"The school doesn't prohibit sparring, but there are designated locations. You are not allowed to fight in public areas. Today, you violated the rules, damaged public facilities, and the other person did not agree to spar. This is a sneak attack."
"Among fellow students, sneak attacks are a major taboo. You are punished to clean the toilets on the 10th floor of Building A for ten days, and to submit ten first-grade spirit cores. Five will go to the school for facility repairs, and five to Chen A'Diao as compensation. The Security Department will oversee the collection."
"Yuan Shu, do you object?"
The female teacher's attitude was very calm, quite proper. But Yuan Shu's face was flushed red... Tian Zhongye, at the side, silently reminded, "Teacher, he's hanging, he can't speak."
If he didn't speak up soon, he'd be hanged to death.
Dying wasn't a big deal, but he was afraid of implicating this teacher.
Female teacher: "Then it will be considered a tacit agreement."
With a flick of her finger, she retracted the spirit thread just before Yuan Shu almost fainted. The rope also vanished instantly. Then, Yuan Shu landed limply, gasping for breath as if he had just escaped death.
He raised his head, his heart filled with resentment, but then he saw the badge on her clothes and instantly had a realization.
"I accept the punishment."
Before fleeing, he swept a cold glance over Tian Zhongxiang and the other two—yes, three of them. His gaze lingered on Song Ling for a moment before he finally turned and left.
He had memorized them.
The female teacher turned to A'Diao and asked calmly, "Are you alright now?"
A'Diao: "I'm fine, thank you, Teacher. Thank you, three classmates. It's all thanks to you for saving me."
The female teacher's gaze swept over A'Diao's wristwatch, her expression becoming slightly reserved, but she said nothing and left.
As soon as she left, A'Diao, while packing her things, asked about the teacher's identity, "So amazing, so imposing!"
That fellow Zhou Jiang looked tall and sturdy, but he turned out to be just a good-for-nothing who scammed fried buns. Not as crisp and decisive as this "big sister."
Security Team Captain, pfft!
"Our homeroom teacher for Class 1, Qu Jiangnan. She'll be our supervising BOSS from now on. I didn't know either; it was Song Ling who took us to find the teacher."
A'Diao immediately thanked Song Ling. The latter didn't react much, just glanced at the backpack when she bent down to help pick up books, and asked coolly, "Do you want to get it repaired?"
Tian Zhongye: "Yeah, it's a memento left by family. You should get it repaired."
A'Diao: "No need, the old Daoist priest isn't dead."
The three: "???"
They looked at A'Diao with a somewhat gloomy expression.
A'Diao, who had freeloaded their mental power, continued to pack her things while casually saying, "He went into hiding from debt, probably isn't dead yet. But he did buy me this schoolbag. Bought it during a 'three items for ten Star Coins' big sale. I bought three at once back then. But you get attached to things after using them for a long time. If I had to choose, I wouldn't trade it even for five spirit cores. I'm a very sentimental person."
The three became even more silent.
They seriously suspected she had deliberately broken the schoolbag.
Trading a tattered bag for 5 first-grade spirit cores—that was a profit far exceeding millions!
Delayed by Yuan Shu's incident, there was no time to go to the dormitory first, so the four of them went to the classroom together. On the way, A'Diao casually took out her steamed buns to eat.
An ordinary bag, rustic-looking big white steamed buns. At first glance, it looked like the kind of breakfast an old man walking his dog in the morning would buy from a small alleyway stall.
Three for one Star Coin.
But when she actually started eating, the aroma wafted out... The three beside her all cast sidelong glances.
At least the Tian siblings swallowed their saliva.
My goodness, just steamed buns, but they smell so good?
Song Ling: "Liuguang Catering's signature Three-Delicacy Buns?"
A'Diao: "Yes, yes."
She was quite generous, after all, these three had helped her. There were five buns in total, and she gave one to each of them. Song Ling initially didn't want one, but seeing the Tian siblings take theirs and start eating, she realized that if she didn't accept, perhaps...
A'Diao: (If she doesn't take it, I'll just eat it myself. I'm not full yet.)
Song Ling: (If I don't accept, it might seem unsociable, and they might misunderstand that I look down on her?)
So Song Ling, who was merely aloof but not low in emotional intelligence, accepted it and ate it.
A'Diao: "???"
My bun.
The four of them walked in a line, each gnawing on a bun. A'Diao ate quickly and was about to eat the last one when, at the entrance of the teaching building, she saw Rao Xueya standing under a tree, looking aggrieved.
Rao Xueya: (Oh, so you're all eating buns, one for each. Do you still remember me, the one by Daming Lake who bore the bad reputation of fighting for a spot for you?)
A'Diao: "?"
She felt like her last bun was not going to be saved.
One bun costs 10 Star Coins!
Ah, her highest food expense for the day was right here. While eating the bun, A'Diao casually transferred a video from her wristwatch to her phone with a flurry of taps, then continued to take out small crispy cakes from her backpack.
Just as she approached the classroom, the Toilet sent a notification: many intermediate conquerable targets.
And one high-level one.
This high-level target was clearly not Qu Jiangnan, who had already left, but a student inside the classroom.
Holy shit, a big fish?
Intermediate was much different from low-level, and high-level was also much different from intermediate. Such a powerful figure existed in this class now?
Whether it was current strength or aptitude, it was terrifying.
A'Diao's heart pounded for a good while.
Not everyone had arrived in the classroom yet. Ignoring the scrutiny of others, A'Diao quietly observed for a while, then lowered her head to play with her phone.
She couldn't tell which one was the high-level target. Each of them was either arrogant or reserved, all seeming to possess the aura of an expert. Only she was the most rookie-like and unsophisticated.
Later, it seemed more people arrived. When it was almost time, Yuan Shu came, with two people beside him. The three of them walked towards A'Diao and her group. Two stood to the sides, providing pressure, forcing Tian Zhongxiang and the others not to move, but they didn't touch Song Ling. Yuan Shu walked straight to A'Diao, pressed his hand on her desk, and was about to say something when he saw that this stinky girl's phone screen was... harvesting vegetables in QQ Farm.
The sweet potatoes were ripe. Beep, beep, beep, she tapped to collect them.
Damn!
He grinned coldly. "It's just a small punishment, and you're already this smug? It's too early for that, Chen A'Diao."
He had just finished speaking when the school broadcast started.
"Based on the atrocious behavior of Yuan Shu from Third Year Class 1 at 8:20 AM, which has had an extremely negative moral impact on fellow students, his punishment is now increased. He is fined to clean all toilets on the 15th floor of Building A for one month. However, as the video on the school forum has spread too widely, it is temporarily banned. We hope all students will be strict with themselves, take this as a warning, and maintain their moral cultivation while pursuing their studies."
Yuan Shu: "???"
The face-slapping came so quickly, his face really hurt.
Everyone in the classroom was also a bit stunned. Song Ling opened the school network to check and indeed saw the video.
Although the main popular thread was banned, too many derivative posts had spawned, and the school network administration couldn't keep up with deleting them. After watching the video... Song Ling cast a subtle glance at A'Diao.
No wonder she put on an act; it was to film this, right?
Harming others to benefit herself without a fight.
Song Ling chuckled lightly. So formidable.
The internally selected students were too mysterious; their data wasn't publicly released. Both inside and outside the school, people were very curious about this group, and also quite jealous. Naturally, they would become critical, so any problem would be magnified.
The students in the school must be thinking now: Someone who acts so recklessly can get in through internal selection and dares to violate school rules at will? Does Jinling Academy only look at talent and not character?
With public opinion stirring, the school naturally had to increase the punishment to pacify it.
Inside the classroom, basically everyone had seen it. Yuan Shu's face was so dark it could drip ink, while other students had varied reactions.
Their IQs weren't low; they had already figured out that this video was definitely related to Chen A'Diao.
The filming angle gave it away.
At this moment, A'Diao had already harvested her vegetables and collected some mental power. She put down her phone, rested her cheeks on her hands, and asked calmly and innocently, "Excuse me, does cleaning the toilets require scrubbing the toilet bowls? Purely by hand?"
My god!
Kicking him when he's down, adding fuel to the fire, utterly deranged.
From Yuan Shu +2999!
From...
Yuan Shu and his two companions exploded with anger... they were on the verge of attacking when suddenly, a voice came.
"Yuan Shu, you can't just fight in the classroom."
A'Diao turned her head and saw, in a row of seats in front, a boy with crossed legs turning to look their way. He smiled slightly at A'Diao. "With new classmates, we have plenty of time ahead."
A'Diao's expression was calm; she only returned a smile.
The tension in the classroom subsided before it could even fully ignite, yet hidden undercurrents remained.
Cheng Zhang sighed inwardly. None of them were easy to deal with. It would be hard for someone like him to get by.
But this Chen A'Diao, was she being low-key or high-profile?
Could she not see that Yuan Shu and his group's original intention was just to probe first and then try to win her over? Or was it that Yuan Shu's temper was too bad, his probing went too far, directly angering Chen A'Diao, who then launched a swift counterattack? But this wasn't a long-term solution for her, because Yuan Shu and his ilk were too strong, and their backgrounds were also powerful.
Glancing at Yuan Shu, whose expression was icy and suppressed, Cheng Zhang thought to himself that this matter was definitely not over.
Comments
Post a Comment