Chapter 147: Mister, You Truly Have a Generous Mind
Outside, the light rain continued to fall.
The young man’s expression showed no guilt for interrupting the ‘teacher’s’ lecture. He merely stated the facts and corrected them, without emphasizing any particular word.
The classroom grew quieter, a stark contrast to the sound of the rain outside. In the back row, Xie Wenqing’s expression gradually relaxed from an initial frown of annoyance. A playful smile spread across his face. He knew that Teacher Meng was notoriously strict; how dare this brat speak so boldly in front of her? What good would come of it?
But in the next moment, the anticipated scene didn’t unfold. Teacher Meng merely frowned, surprisingly not losing her temper. After the initial excitement of their reunion, her demeanor seemed to have become much colder.
In this kind of drizzly weather, Chen An felt like having hot pot. Eileen narrowed her eyes, her gaze towards him becoming extremely dangerous. Their steps halted, revealing Luo Cong’an’s slightly resentful expression. Eileen stood beside him, cupping a small bowl in her hands, her head tilted as she watched him. Even when the female protagonists of the previous two lifetimes broke through the barriers, descended as avatars, and came looking for him.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively picked up another slice from the vegetable basket and put it into the pot. The annex lacked the necessary ingredients and kitchenware, but given Luo Cong’an’s status, a single phone call was enough to have them delivered quickly. He had never felt anything unusual like this before. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.
The scene in the classroom now was probably similar.
“I personally think Mister is just a gentleman on the surface; perhaps he actually likes it very much…”
It was unclear if the people from Mount Longhu had repaired it or if they had handled it themselves. However, the gazes that followed his retreating figure had shifted from admiration for a talented peer to awe for a monster beyond imagination.
At this moment, a resentful taunt echoed from the stairs not far away.
The atmosphere became tense. His eyes flickered, revealing a hint of curiosity. Everything seemed to proceed without incident. At least, it wasn’t as eager as Luo Cong’an, who had rushed forward the moment they met.
Pushing open the door, I saw that the large pit on the ground had also been repaired. The thick clouds, a dull gray, covered this piece of heaven and earth. Chen An held the vegetable basket, casually picking up a slice and putting it into the pot. After all, punishing his student on behalf of the Priest felt like his duty. But seeing Teacher Meng still in a daze, they could somewhat understand the weight of the boy’s earlier words.
Her tone was laced with a smile. There was no thunder and lightning, just ordinary clouds piled up.
“Idiot.”
“What’s wrong, Mister? Don’t you like it this way?”
Chen An paused. “Like what slices?”
Chen An’s face twitched. He really wanted to exert his usual authority as Mister, but it was clear that someone’s wings had grown strong and they completely ignored him. However, the target of his scolding had shifted from Chen An to Luo Cong’an. It was fortunate he hadn’t jumped out to voice his opinion earlier, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been Teacher Meng who was shamed, but himself.
If an uninformed person saw it, they might think it was a long-planned assassination. She watched for a while, and just as Chen An was adding food, she suddenly asked, “Mister, how many slices do you have?” But for some reason, Chen An felt a pang of unease. The annex had returned to its former antique appearance. He coughed lightly. Chen An could always see the shadow of that awkward little girl in her. It was definitely fitting to tie her up and whip her for hundreds of days and nights.
“I can’t understand it, but I am deeply shocked.”
As the steam rose, the bubbling sound from the pot merged with the pattering rain outside. A figure suddenly lunged towards the young man. Although he didn’t quite understand what the young man had said in the classroom earlier. Luo Cong’an frowned but remained silent. It was rare for anything to make him feel uneasy. In her world, there was no such way of eating, and after becoming a god, she no longer needed to eat.
“How shameless!”
He had once been a Mahayana Cultivator, a true Immortal.
“Stop arguing and let’s eat first.” He asked. Everything seemed so simple and unadorned. If there was one, there would be two, and then there would be three. And beside the young man, Luo Cong’an was also watching Chen An.
… Her thin lips parted, and she softly uttered two words. After doing this, she continued to look at Chen An and asked, “Mister, how many more slices do you have?” Just like how he sometimes went to the cafeteria for breakfast, doing whatever his mood dictated. He quickly retraced his steps and returned to the entrance of the annex. But in the next moment, another slice fell.
Good heavens, perhaps he had foreseen this day long ago? The woman’s fingers brushed over the young man’s chest. Chen An couldn’t help but wonder what the system’s intention was with this “invincible and undying” status… Cultivators could abstain from food, but for Chen An, there was no need for that. He extended a finger and precisely tapped the figure on the forehead.
As expected, one must be cautious! If this were truly the outcome, the thought of it, combined with the hellish difficulty of the subsequent worlds, would be terrifying.
“Cong’an, stop fooling around.” And this kind of thing happening to Chen An was very likely to be followed by four, five… Her black dress fluttered in the wind, outlining her graceful figure beneath. The young man blinked, as if understanding her meaning. Fifteen minutes later, Chen An left.
Luo Cong’an took her chopsticks, placed one of the two potato slices she had just dropped into the pot in front of herself, and pushed the other towards Eileen. His tone was gentle, with no hint of blame. “You, say it?” Although it was morning, the sky today was particularly gloomy. She widened her eyes and began to take deep breaths. Thus, three small stools were placed on the steps under the eaves. She deliberately leaned her head closer, her eyes filled with a smile.
What was that saying again. Luo Cong’an’s eyes shifted, and she casually grabbed Chen An’s arm, naturally linking with him. Then came the third slice, the fourth…
… Maintaining this pose, Chen An stood for a while before continuing his steps. A picture fit for hell. His expression was somewhat curious. Chen An frowned, finding it a bit tricky. In the short time he had been away, the collapsed section of the courtyard wall had already been rebuilt.
Luo Cong’an and Eileen’s situation had undoubtedly served as a warning to him. Chen An shook his head, forcing himself not to dwell on it further. He clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and for the first time, looked directly at the young man before him. These two were always so full of gunpowder; he really didn’t know how to handle them.
… In the center was a small stove, with an iron pot placed on top. Luo Cong’an’s eyelids twitched, and she finally couldn’t stand it anymore, fiercely pulling all the potato slices to her side. She smiled expressionlessly. “Mister, you truly have a generous mind…”
