Under watchful eyes, the class door opened, and a lanky man appeared at the door, reaching his hand so as to push the door open.
The man was roughly a meter eighty, his long hair pointed towards the sky as if he had been electrocuted. Even among ‘
Both eyes had rich dark panda-eyes, seems like it was known as smokey-eye make-up? It was a popular trend years ago—during that time, a beautiful world-class female celebrity had the iconic smokey eyes.
All of the students stared at this man without blinking.
Under the sudden glare of so many watchful eyes, the man embarrassedly scratched his head and laughed as he said, "Looks like it’s the middle of the class, sorry to bother you guys."
"Who are you?" The chalk in professor Smith’s hand snapped in half as he asked in English. The professor was furious; the consequences would be grave!
"A white?" The lanky man waved and said, "Step aside first, I’ll leave once I find someone. I won’t bother you guys for long."
A vein popped on Professor Smith’s forehead—he was getting ready to give this lanky man some colors to see.
However, as the lanky man waved his hand, Professor Smith suddenly discovered that he was unable to move, as if his entire being was fixed in place. Not only could he not move, even his lips and tongue were fixed. His eyes couldn’t even make a turn! In the end, even his thoughts were starting to cement.
The lanky man circled his gaze around the classroom, seemingly looking for someone.
All the students stared agape at the man... except Song Shuhang—he looked at the door lock that had been broken by a ‘push.’ A negative premonition arose; lightly pushing a door resulting in a broken door lock... that’s definitely not someone normal, right?
At least, it had to be a cultivator who had used the Body Tempering Liquid to be able to do that.
‘This dude, could he be the Medicine Master?’
Shuhang immediately shook his head forcefully.
‘No, it can’t be! Nine Provinces Group’s Senior Medicine Master, despite speaking little, seems to be a reliable senior, how could he be the ‘shamate’ in front of his eyes?’
Unfortunately, life was fond of making whatever you were scared of come true.
"Little Friend Song Shuhang, come out, I’m Medicine Master!" The lanky man stared at Shuhang, laughing boisterously and waving forcefully.
Suddenly, all the students stared at Song Shuhang.
Their gazes were very sharp and complex…
Song Shuhang facepalmed—he wouldn’t be able to pass his days in peace anymore.
Moreover, how the heck did Medicine Master know he was here without calling? Could he have used a spell to locate him?
At last, Song Shuhang brazenly went to greet Medicine Master.
"Professor, I’m requesting for leave for two classes." Song Shuhang said embarrassedly to Professor Smith.
Professor Smith’s eyes didn’t even blink once, even his consciousness had stagnated. When he recovered later, he would only think he lost focus… he wouldn’t even know that a student has left in his presence.
"What’s with all the nonsense, hurry up and follow me." Medince Master said as he dragged Song Shuhang.
"Tubo, help me pack my textbooks." Song Shuhang yelled at Tubo before he was dragged away by Medicine Master.
At the back of the classroom, confused, Tubo said, "That can’t be another delivery guy, right?"
"Doesn’t seem so." Gao Moumou pushed his glasses as he said, "Speaking of which, last time, the other guy didn’t quite seem like a courier either."
On the way, Song Shuhang asked, "Senior Medicine Master, how did you find me?"
"Location based services, I can find your position just by entering your number. Then, I can see who in the classroom experienced ‘body tempering’ and I will know who of the students there I should be looking for. After taking the Body Tempering Liquid, the difference between you and normal people is really obvious." Medicine Master said, complacent.
Song Shuhang felt his fantasies within his mind being destroyed again—so it was a cell phone’s location based service and not some spell cast from thousands of miles away that located him?
‘But, doesn’t location based service position tracking need to be consented to on my cell before others can track my position? Could it be that Medicine Master is also a superb hacker or something, and can decipher my cell phone’s programming and forcefully track my position?’
Song Shuhang said, "Say, I never thought, Senior Medicine Master, that you would dress so fashionably."
"Fashionably? In what way?" Medicine Master said, looking baffled.
"For example, your explosive hairstyle?" replied Song Shuhang.
"Oh, you’re talking about that. It’s actually because I was riding on the flying sword from Haibei Province directly to Jiangnan area yesterday, crossing two provinces. On top of that, the winds are stronger higher up, so my hair got blown to the way it is." Medicine Master said embarrassedly.
"…" Song Shuhang was silent for a moment, refusing to give up. "What about Senior’s smokey-eye make-up?"
"Smokey-eye make-up? Oooh, that I know. My disciple frequently brought it up, it’s similar to an artist called Avril Lavigne, right? But, this isn’t smokey-eye make-up, it’s just normal dark circles. We, medicine-refining masters, need to frequently pull off all-nighters to refine medicine pills. Sometimes, we go on for weeks without eating and sleeping. Over time, dark circles form. Even now, I still often refine for over ten days, so these dark circles still haven’t disappeared. Maybe when I have a realm breakthrough, then these dark circles will disappear." Medicine Master laughed a hearty laugh.
Song Shuhang felt
‘Compared to Medicine Master’s impression in the group, where he seemed to be treasuring words like gold, Medicine Master in reality is chatty, and even likes to laugh carefreely and heartily. My original impressions completely shattered.’
Male dorm.
"So this is where you live, huh? Where’s the pill refining room?" Medicine Master asked.
"Pill refining room… barely counts, but it’s here." Song Shuhang pointed towards the kitchen.
"Isn’t this the kitchen?" Medicine Master kneaded his brows, "Makes sense, since you said you used an induction stove and a hot pot to refine Body Tempering Liquid, it could only be the kitchen."
A kitchen, oh dear. Medicine Master looked disappointed all of a sudden, and couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh.
But, he quickly pulled himself together.
"Little Friend Shuhang, can you refine Body Tempering Liquid once more, and allow me to observe?" Medicine Master asked.
Yesterday, through a refining simulation, he followed Song Shuhang’s description of refining Body Tempering Liquid and discovered some interesting areas.
But, refining simulation was a simulation after all, many things might be overlooked, so he still wanted to watch Shuhang refine Body Tempering Liquid once to confirm a few details.
"Now?" Song Shuhang looked at the time—the third class was already half over, the time was already a little over nine thirty.
"Is there a problem?" perplexed, Medicine Master asked.
"There’s not enough time, one and a half hours later, the morning classes will end and it will be lunchtime." Song Shuhang explained.
"Oh, I almost forgot, normal people need to eat. What a pain, cultivators only need to a pill to solve these trivial problems." Medicine Master muttered. Shortly after, he asked again, "Little Friend Shuhang, do you have time in the afternoon then? Let’s refine Body Tempering Liquid together in the afternoon?"
"Afternoon… I have class?" Song Shuhang said. He could ask for a leave of absence, besides he already prepared a written request.
"You have class? I almost forgot that you’re a student. So, who’s your afternoon class teacher?" Medicine Master asked naturally.
This question made Shuhang feel uneasy!
"Senior, forgive me for being direct. Although I believe that Senior is an upstanding man, but I must ask, were you thinking of sending my afternoon class teacher to the hospital?" Song Shuhang asked seriously—the tragedies Soft Feather caused seemed like they happened just yesterday! Oh no, it was the day before yesterday.
"Ahaha, you thought of this solution too? Isn’t it a great idea? If you just send the teacher to the hospital, you’ll be free in the afternoon, right? Don’t worry, I can control the damage, breaking one leg will do." Medicine Master said as if it was a matter of course.
Sending someone’s teacher to the hospital with a broken leg whilst keeping a straight face, was this a fine tradition of Nine Provinces Number One Group?