The girl's lips curled up slightly, forming a beautiful arc: "Ling Yun, I will never recover, so you will stay with me and cultivate forever. Don't even think about escaping."
Ling Yun's figure slowly rose from the rooftop: "You said that Earth Release Technique is about becoming invisible in the ground, so when Lin Nami followed you that day, wasn't it very similar to Wind Release Technique, which allows one to hide in the wind?"
Ling Yun hadn't seen Lin Naimei these past few days. It seemed this exceptionally charming girl had vanished, her whereabouts unknown, and the school hadn't issued any announcements or taken any action. After witnessing Gu Xiaorou's methods, Ling Yun finally became convinced that the so-called constraints of the secular world were nothing but a blank sheet of paper for those with superpowers. They could easily achieve their goals with a few simple tricks, and he himself seemed to always try to follow the rules that posed no real constraint to those with superpowers, just like an ordinary person.
A hint of solemnity appeared on Gu Xiaorou's stunningly beautiful face. Ever since returning to school, whenever she met Ling Yun alone, she would remove her mask, and Ling Yun would always be unable to help but be captivated by her rare beauty.
“Now that you mention it, I think I just remembered. What she used did look a lot like Wind Release. However, I can’t be sure. Although I don’t know Wind Release, I do know that there is a group of superhumans in this world who are very proficient in the Five Elements Escape Techniques. And another type of supernatural art they are proficient in is the Deceptive Art that you encountered from Lin Naimei.” Gu Xiaorou said slowly.
"What kind of group of superhumans are they?" Ling Yun asked curiously.
“Ninjas!” Gu Xiaorou said calmly. “Japanese ninjas are the most famous superhumans in Japan and have a significant influence in the world.”
"Ninja?" Ling Yun's mind conjured up images of famous characters from cartoons he watched as a child, dressed in dark blue and dark purple outfits that resembled the night sky, though they were all cartoon versions.
Japan's anime and manga industry is renowned worldwide, and Lingyun, who grew up immersed in Japanese comics, naturally had an extraordinary understanding of ninjas. He had read countless manga such as "Fuma no Kojiro," "Ninja Hero," and "Naruto." This country, which has had an extraordinary national hatred with China since 1937, has achieved remarkable success in electronics and comics. Although he disliked Japan, Lingyun had to admit that the comic culture created by this island nation inhabited by Japanese pirates did have its unique aspects. For a long time, Lingyun was very fond of the famous Japanese anime "Dragon Ball" and "Saint Seiya," and even enjoyed "Ninja Gaiden" when playing NES games.
In my mind, I pictured Lin Nami's beautiful image dressed in a dark blue ninja outfit. The tight-fitting and stylish clothing accentuated her stunning figure, and beneath the dark blue ninja hat was a captivatingly beautiful face. The scene seemed capable of igniting a passionate fire even in the most hardened man.
"Missing Lin Nami?" Gu Xiaorou's soft voice came from above, her gentle tone carrying a hint of coldness. It hit Ling Yun's head like a heavy slap, jolting the boy, who was lost in some lewd daydream, back to reality. He quickly smiled apologetically, "How could that be? I just read a lot of ninja stories and comics when I was little, so I just made some connections."
A faint smile bloomed on Gu Xiaorou's stunningly beautiful face: "Really? You didn't fall for that Lin Naimei, did you? She's beautiful and has seductive skills. Didn't you hear her say that she has feelings for you and wants you to fall in love with her? She's willing to give herself to you and be a devoted wife!"
The man immediately broke out in a sweat. After thinking for a long time, he finally made the right decision, patting his chest confidently: "There will absolutely be nothing between me and her, don't worry, Xiaorou!" Although he said that, his ingratiating face revealed his guilty conscience no matter how you looked at it.
"Who knows you?" the girl said coquettishly, turning her face to the side, but she couldn't help but reveal a happy smile.
Chapter 118 The Glasses Teacher's Difficulties (1)
Early in the morning, Ling Yun, textbook in hand, followed the bustling crowd of students into classroom 301 on the first floor of the main teaching building, lost in thought. The Department of Bioengineering had five classes, each with forty to fifty students, totaling over two hundred students. Regular classrooms couldn't accommodate them all, so the major courses for each class were usually held in a staggered fashion, with only a portion of the major courses and electives being taught in the large classroom of the main teaching building.
The tiered classroom was clearly divided into levels, and the hard chairs that could be folded up like those in a movie theater were already packed with students. Today's class was the elective course Genetics. The classroom was completely silent, and no one was whispering, because it was said that the professor teaching this major was a very impressive male teacher who wore glasses.
However, the male teacher's prowess wasn't in his teaching or knowledge, but rather in his belittling of students. Many students would rather skip class than be insulted in his lectures. Of course, university students have more autonomy and rarely possess the submissive, good-natured temperament of primary and secondary school students. Unfortunately, aside from physical confrontation, no one can truly withstand the male teacher's sharp tongue with just words.
"Excuse me, what's your name?" A male teacher wearing glasses with nearly 800 degrees of myopia stood at the door, watching the students file in like he was interrogating a criminal. He kept glancing at his Orange Watch to check if anyone was late. When he saw Ling Yun enter, the bespectacled teacher immediately pointed at him with his dusty fingers.
Over two hundred pairs of eyes immediately turned to Ling Yun. Most of the students remembered this unassuming boy. His five hundred push-ups during military training were no joke; for a considerable time, they were a popular topic of conversation among the freshmen. Of course, the boys' memories were clearer, mixed with a lot of jealousy, because this extremely ordinary guy seemed to know all four of the most beautiful girls in the freshman class, and they seemed to have good relationships with them all. He had even had coffee with the school beauty! Such memories were unforgettable for everyone.
Of course, afterwards, the boys would inevitably gather together and collectively mock Lingyun, as if it were a meeting of losers. It was as if this was a way to vent their nameless frustration. What they vented was nothing more than that he'd gotten incredibly lucky, because even the most average boy, compared to Lingyun, felt quite good about himself.
But if he's so great, why didn't anyone favor him? This only proves one thing: beautiful women are all big-breasted and brainless; they'd rather fall for a mediocre guy who's just lucky than anyone else. And the reason he didn't win her favor is simply because he lacked her incredible luck!
It must be said that humans are truly strange creatures. When someone achieves a great deal, but is also far superior to most people, even surpassing them all, most people will only feel admiration and respect, not jealousy. However, when someone achieves a great deal, but is only slightly better than most people, or when most people consider them inferior, jealousy easily arises. This stems from the gap. If the gap is too large, people's minds will be balanced, just as ants don't envy the longevity of tortoises. But if the gap is not significant, or even regresses, then when people can no longer find the reasons between gain and loss, they will only feel jealousy.
Therefore, when Ling Yun was stopped by the famously sharp-tongued, bespectacled teacher, most of the boys felt not sympathy, but rather extreme schadenfreude, eager to see Ling Yun make a fool of himself to satisfy some unnatural and twisted desire in their hearts.
"Teacher, my name is Ling Yun." Ling Yun looked at the bespectacled teacher with some confusion. He hadn't been late, so why was she stopping him? Classes had only resumed for less than a week, and elective courses were usually only once a week. This was the first time Ling Yun had met this teacher, and having been almost completely out of touch with school life, he had never experienced the bespectacled teacher's formidable nature.
"Ling Yun? You're a student in the Department of Bioengineering? Why haven't I seen you before?" the bespectacled teacher said unhurriedly.
"Teacher, I am indeed a student in the Department of Bioengineering, but I took a long leave after military training and haven't been here since. So I only came back to class a few days ago. This is my first time taking the elective course in Genetics." Ling Yun quickly replied, feeling a little strange. Are all university teachers this responsible? They even ask when their students are absent. They're almost as attentive as primary and secondary school teachers. Why don't teachers in other majors ask like this?
"Ling Yun? I heard you're incredibly popular among the freshmen. You did five hundred push-ups during military training, making the drill instructor lose face, is that right?" The bespectacled teacher said slowly. He was in a bad mood today, and an inexplicable anger wanted to be vented. However, the students in the classroom were like rabbits in the grass, not daring to breathe loudly. Unable to find fault, the bespectacled teacher could only nitpick at the newly arrived Ling Yun. He had heard of this boy before and thought he was an arrogant fellow, but he turned out to be such an honest boy. He felt more confident and was determined to establish his authority, to give these college students who thought they had the world under their feet a warning.
"Teacher, are you planning to take a course on genetics, or do you want to become a gossip reporter for a tabloid?" Ling Yun smiled faintly. Since the other party was deliberately trying to cause trouble, why should he just play the submissive role?
A murmur of surprise rippled through the classroom. Many students gasped involuntarily in shock. How dare Ling Yun! Didn't he know that the bespectacled teacher was best at making sarcastic remarks and humiliating students? He actually dared to mock the teacher! He must be asking for trouble.
The bespectacled teacher was taken aback, then suddenly laughed. Interesting; appearances can be deceiving. Those seemingly mischievous and unruly students didn't dare breathe loudly in his presence. Even the thickest-skinned students, after being scolded, wouldn't dare harbor any rebellious thoughts. Having dealt with countless students, the bespectacled teacher naturally had his own methods. He knew what methods to use for different types of students, and he was always successful. There were plenty of students like Ling Yun, fearless and headstrong, but in the end, they all ended up being humiliated in public by him.
"So what if I take a genetics class? So what if I'm a tabloid gossip reporter?" The bespectacled teacher lightly dusted off the chalk dust in his hands, asking casually. One of the bespectacled teacher's principles was to never let others take the initiative and to always hold the power of questioning in his own hands. Only in this way would the other party follow his line of thought.
Chapter 119 The Glasses Teacher's Difficulties (2)
"Not good, teacher. Are you even going to teach?" Ling Yun said impatiently. He had never seen a teacher like this before. Instead of teaching during class time, the teacher had a knack for making things difficult for students.
The bespectacled teacher smiled. This student was easy to deal with; he had only asked one question before becoming impatient. He seemed to be an impatient little fellow.
"Of course I teach, but I teach students majoring in bioengineering, not students from other classes," the bespectacled teacher continued calmly. "Whether you're a student in bioengineering or not, I have no idea."
“Didn’t I tell you my name?” Ling Yun said, pointing to the students on the steps. “They are all my classmates, which naturally proves my identity.”
"I only accept identification and student IDs," the bespectacled teacher said calmly. "Ling Yun, if you are a student majoring in bioengineering, then please take out your student ID. If you don't have it, please go back and get it. But let me remind you in advance, in my class, if you are late, you are not allowed to come in again. You have one minute and twenty-five seconds left. If you are not a student of our bioengineering department, then please get out immediately."
The classroom fell silent, all eyes once again focused on Ling Yun. The bespectacled teacher was indeed formidable, managing to come up with such an absurd yet reasonable question to embarrass the student. Who would carry a student ID to class? At least, none of the students present had one. If Ling Yun couldn't produce one, he would probably be kicked out of the classroom on the spot.
Ling Yun fell silent. "I didn't bring my student ID, and I won't go back to get it," he said calmly.
"So you want to get out?" The bespectacled teacher looked at the ordinary boy with disdain.
Ling Yun smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm here for an elective course in genetics. Are you the instructor for this class?"
"What do you think?" the bespectacled teacher said with a sneer.
"I only recognize identification and teaching credentials," Ling Yun said calmly. "This teacher, if you are the instructor for Genetics, then please show your teaching credentials to everyone to prove that you are indeed the instructor. If you don't have them, please go back and get them. However, you reminded me beforehand that in your class, those who are late are not allowed to come in, so you have less than half a minute. If you are not our instructor, then please get out immediately and stop making a fool of yourself here, okay?"
The classroom was silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous laughter. This Ling Yun was incredibly adept at exploiting loopholes; he had practically returned the words the bespectacled teacher had used to provoke him to this notoriously sarcastic and mean-spirited male teacher. Countless students secretly rejoiced, completely forgetting that they had just hoped Ling Yun would be embarrassed.
The bespectacled teacher's face suddenly turned ashen. He hadn't expected, truly hadn't expected, that this student would be waiting for him here? This required more than just a quick reaction; it demanded the audacity and courage to openly challenge a teacher. When did students become so bold? The long-held belief that teachers were the dominant force and students the subservient one seemed to have been shattered. Seeing the beaming faces in the lecture hall, the bespectacled teacher was furious, almost to the point of madness.
"You're quite good, Lingyun." The bespectacled teacher said to Lingyun through gritted teeth in a low voice, "Go back to your seat, and I won't hold it against you this time."
"Thank you, teacher." Ling Yun smiled slightly, walked up the steps, found an empty seat in the back row, and sat down. Almost all the students looked at him with surprise and admiration. It was the first time that someone had dared to defy his glasses and win in front of everyone. It seemed that this ordinary guy was indeed quite capable. Many people thought to themselves, and their opinion of Ling Yun gradually changed.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Let's begin the lesson." The bespectacled teacher quickly returned to normal, speaking as if nothing had happened, showing no trace of the momentary loss of expression or awkwardness.
The classroom was filled with the rustling sound of pages turning. "This teacher has a lot of self-control," Ling Yun thought to himself.