Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Yang opened up his blurry eyes and checked the notification. It then dawned on him that a month had flown by in the blink of an eye.
When he smashed his face with the [Lucky Disfiguring Brick], he got 30 minutes of 'lucky' time and wanted to use it to draw an English-related ability to pa.s.s the semester test, but in the end, he got a useless guitar-playing ability.
In the blink of an eye, a month had pa.s.sed and his level of English had skyrocketed. He could even pa.s.s the TEM Band 6 exam, let alone a mere semester test.
With the once-difficult semester test already in the bag, all that was left was to collect the Bronze Point after the exam.
Besides that, the brick's cooldown time was almost reset.
Su Yang somehow felt he could not draw the ability he sought the last time because he did not smash his face hard enough.
'Can I try harder this time? Since I've already got Sanque, even if I really disfigure myself or break my nose, it can heal me, so I don't have to worry.'
Su Yang felt sorry for Sanque. The ugly ginseng kept losing its roots and still had to be wary of Gru cutting off its hand. If its roots did not grow 1 cm once every two days, it would not be able to keep up with Su Yang's consumption.
Since the system already woke him up, Su Yang got up and washed his face.
He did not have anything to do at the office today, and the spar with Pan Zhaodi was happening later in the evening, so he wanted to rest and relax on campus.
The other reason was that Su Yang had skipped cla.s.ses for three consecutive days and Chu Xia could no longer cover for him. It would be better for him to show up once in a while.
After breakfast, he grabbed his bag and headed to campus.
When he reached the lecture hall, Chu Xia, the role model of every student, was already there. She was lying down on the table with her eyes closed, snoozing like Sleeping Beauty.
Su Yang walked over, knocked on her table, and feigned a lecturer's strict tone, “Cla.s.s is starting! Get up!”
Chu Xia bolted up and apologized repeatedly, “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry that I fell…”
Before she could finish, she came to her senses and looked up.
'Su Yang?!'
She pouted and grunted angrily, “I hate you!” She then lay down again, and judging from her reaction, she was trying to go back to sleep.
Su Yang sat beside her and asked, “My goodness, what is wrong with our lively and energetic Ms. Secretary? Is she missing?”
Chu Xia said meekly, “I pulled an all-nighter last night. I'm tired.” She unconsciously sounded like a pampered child.
“What's with the all-nighter?”
Her head was still on the table as she said in a sleepy voice, “Writing…novel…”
'Novel? Right! Chu Xia said she was writing a novel.'
“What genre are you writing? Is it nice? Let me have a look,” Su Yang asked.
When he switched the topic to her novel, Chu Xia opened her eyes and it looked like her soul had returned to her body. She glanced at him and waved repeatedly, “No way! Boys will never like it!”
“Come on. Just tell me the name. I'll go have a look,” he cajoled.
“No! You don't have to,” she insisted.
“Come on.” Su Yang was persistent.
Chu Xia could not find a way out, so she bolted up and said, “I'm going to the toilet!”
Before Su Yang could even reply, she ran away with her long and slender legs.
'What the…? She's acting strangely. Is she writing some p.o.r.no novel?'
After she went out, Su Yang got up and headed to the back row. He waited patiently for the cla.s.s to start.
Chu Xia only came back when the bell rang. She popped her head over the door to check whether Su Yang was still beside her seat or not. After she made sure that he had gone to the last row, she snuck in like a cat and sat down.
It was Old Zhou's Modern History Essential cla.s.s.
Ever since Su Yang found out that Old Zhou was an ardent fan of Han Yi's, Old Zhou seemed to have changed into a different person. He was still semi-bald, but be it how he dressed or how he looked, he was like a different person
The most obvious change was the smile on his face.
Su Yang could not help but wonder if Old Zhou had divorced his wife?
After the cla.s.s, Su Yang wanted to head out but Old Zhou held him back. “Su Yang, are you free this weekend?”
Su Yang thought about it for a moment and said, “I should be free.”
“Okay, come meet me at the campus entrance at 2 p.m. tomorrow. I'll bring you to have some fun.”
If the invitation came from the old Old Zhou, Su Yang would not have suspected anything, but when it came from this new Old Zhou, he could not help but think the man was referring to something illegal.
Unfortunately, Old Zhou did not give Su Yang the chance to reply. He patted Su Yang's shoulder and said, “I'll see you tomorrow.”
Su Yang said, “I…Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Zhou.”
After cla.s.s, Su Yang went home and worked out at the villa gym. He also seized the moment to familiarize himself with the sparring techniques the system gave him just so he could be prepared for the spar with Pan Zhaodi.
He was practically sparring with a female T-Rex and could not afford to take it lightly.
He even tied Sanque up and silenced the little ginseng. If he ever got beaten up seriously, he could easily chew off Sanque's arm or leg.
Sanque shut its eyes in despair as if it has given up on life and hope. Even the newly grown 3 cm tubers on its head withered.
It was almost 6 p.m.
Su Yang did not have dinner. Instead, he cut Sanque's roots and put them into his pocket. He went out of the villa to meet Pan Zhaodi.
As for why he did not take his dinner first, only those who understood knew what was going on in his mind.
Su Yang arrived at the meeting place and Pan Zhaodi appeared at 6 p.m. sharp.
She was still in her tracksuit and she had a bag with her this time. She looked as strict as ever with tiny beads of sweat all over her forehead. She must have run back from the high-tech park again.
She greeted Su Yang and said, “Follow me.”
Su Yang followed her to the little park beside the neighborhood, the place where he had chatted with Chu Xia before this.
The little park barely had any visitors. Even though it was time for an evening walk, there was almost no one around it, thus it was the perfect sparring ground.
The two of them went to a rather s.p.a.cious spot and Pan Zhaodi opened her bag. She took out a set of protective gear and gave them all to Su Yang while she kept a pair of boxing gloves for herself.
Su Yang grabbed them and put them on right away. Courtesy in this kind of situation was not necessary.
Meanwhile, Pan Zhaodi put on the gloves without saying anything.
After Su Yang equipped all the protective gear and saw Pan Zhaodi put on the gloves to restrain herself, he suddenly felt like he came out here to be her punching bag.
Pan Zhaodi did not sense anything unusual. She tightened her gloves and said, “I have been strong since I was young and I easily hurt people, so it's safer this way.
Su Yang adjusted his gear to fit him before he stretched. After he made sure his movements were not restricted by the gear, he said, “Okay then, bring it on. Let's have a test first.”
Pan Zhaodi got into her stance by moving her right foot back and raising her left hand. “Okay, here I come.”
Su Yang took a step back and stared at her with a sharp gaze. “Come on.”
She then took two steps forward and threw a punch at him.
