Su Ming: There's a Mosquito on Your Door

Night fell silently.

After a busy day, most of the students had already returned to the Academy District. Apart from the few who were carrying out missions that could only be performed at night, everyone else had finished their work for the day.

At this hour, the cafeteria was undoubtedly the liveliest place.

After spending the entire day rushing around and exhausting themselves physically and mentally, most of the students only wanted to have a hearty meal. They looked ravenous, just like laborers who had spent the whole day working outside.

Of course, what the students did was not much different from hard labor.

Rather, any task that required professionals to go into action was basically impossible to take lightly or handle with ease.

Therefore, whether they had accepted relatively safe missions or more dangerous ones, the students had almost exhausted all their energy by this time.

Su Ming and the others were no exception.

Thus, the group mingled with the crowd, chatting among themselves as they entered the cafeteria in the residential building and began to reward their hungry stomachs.

It had to be said that the Academy had arranged everything perfectly when it came to daily life. The quality was extremely high. Not only were the accommodations first-rate, but even the food provided was beyond reproach.

Could you imagine mountains of abalone and lobster piled up in the Academy's cafeteria?

Could you imagine the head chefs of five-star hotels being invited to the Academy's cafeteria to cook for a group of students?

That was exactly what they had here!

Only at times like this could even Su Ming not help but praise it, feeling that becoming a professional, despite being such a dangerous career, was truly worth it.

Only professionals who played an important role in the survival of the human race would receive such attention from the Base City. Even while they were still students, they already enjoyed privileges and benefits that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

And the price was that the professionals had to work tirelessly for the survival of the Base City and all of humanity.

"So, no matter what world you're in, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Su Ming had sighed like this more than once.

But when it was time to enjoy himself, he still had to enjoy himself. Su Ming was not so pretentious that he would refuse such wonderful benefits coming to him.

Even An Zijin, Yao Beibei, and Jiang Wanyu, the three adorable junior students, had only acted reserved for a while before beginning to eat heartily.

Clearly, the day's mission had left the three of them physically and mentally exhausted and ravenous. They looked as if they wanted to gnaw through the table itself.

Quite a few people came over to greet the three junior students during the meal.

An Zijin received special attention. Every so often, a senior female student would come over to pat her head and rub her cheeks. They were only a step away from carrying her off outright, frightening An Zijin into covering her head.

Su Ming, Lei Hao, and Ye Bai also had people come over to greet them.

It was just that the people greeting them were somewhat more "affectionate."

"Is it awesome, forming a team with the School Belle and her beautiful roommates?"

"How are you three still alive?"

"Honestly, I think the good fortune you're enjoying now wouldn't be excessive even if you traded fifty years of your lifespan for it."

"In other words, it's about time you went and died."

That was right. The greetings Su Ming and the other two received were this "affectionate"—so affectionate that they made the three of them want to hit people.

Su Ming, in particular, had the strongest urge.

What could he do? Those bastards were basically all saying it right to his face.

Among the three of them, he was undoubtedly the one attracting the most hatred.

If he had not been worried about being hunted down afterward, Su Ming would have wanted to add something extra to the food those people were carrying as they passed by and offered him their "kind" greetings. (His hand clenched tightly around a bottle of chili oil.)

In Su Ming's group of six, the boys and girls were treated as differently as heaven and earth. It was enough to leave anyone deeply unbalanced.

Fortunately, Su Ming was not without a way to get his revenge.

"Brother Su Ming, this is delicious. Try some!"

"Do you want shrimp? I'll peel it for you!"

"Brother Su Ming, eat this."

"Brother Su Ming."

An Zijin once again displayed her thoughtful, girl-next-door care without the slightest concern for anyone watching. She kept piling food into Su Ming's bowl and feeding him, looking as if she were enjoying herself immensely. Everyone watching them felt their teeth itch with jealousy.

Seeing how unhappy they were made Su Ming happy.

Well, the only problem was that the hatred had spread a little too widely.

"Senior."

"Senior."

Yao Beibei and Jiang Wanyu looked at Su Ming with a hint of resentment.

"Society is declining," Lei Hao sighed repeatedly.

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Ye Bai remained silent, but picked up the chili oil.

Su Ming immediately began shoveling down his food. He defended himself against Ye Bai's chili-oil attacks while enjoying An Zijin's service, suffering and enjoying himself at the same time.

The meal ended on a rather cheerful note.

After they finished eating, Su Ming and the other five returned to their rooms. Each of them washed up in the bathroom attached to their room, removing the dust and blood from their bodies.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would go to bed and bring the day to an end.

However, Su Ming did not.

After thinking it over repeatedly, he finally left his room.

"Little Zijin, are you there?"

Outside An Zijin's room, Su Ming knocked on the door and asked in a lowered voice.

There was no helping it. If Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, or even Ye Bai heard him and found out that he had come to see An Zijin in the middle of the night, there would inevitably be another huge commotion.

Su Ming had something serious to do and did not want those people disturbing him.

Who could have expected it?

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

Along with three faint sounds of doors opening, An Zijin's door remained closed, while the doors to the other rooms all opened a crack at the same time.

Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, and Ye Bai hid behind their own doors, each revealing one eye through the gap and casting fierce, sharp gazes toward Su Ming.

Su Ming: "."

Were these three idiots sick?

Su Ming genuinely wanted to hit someone.

At that moment, An Zijin's door opened as well.

"Brother Su Ming."

Inside, An Zijin stood timidly in a cute set of pajamas. Her beautiful eyes, gazing at Su Ming outside the door, held a trace of delight.

"Did you come to play with me, Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin's voice was full of excitement, making the three gazes fixed on Su Ming even sharper.

". I came to talk to you about something."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched as he spoke helplessly.

"Really?" An Zijin did not seem disappointed at all. Instead, she quickly opened the door wide and said, "Then come in, Brother Su Ming."

In an instant, the gazes nailed to Su Ming seemed to materialize, stabbing his back until it hurt a little.

It gave Su Ming the feeling that hell lay ahead of him, and that the moment he stepped inside, his life would be over.

"What's wrong, Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin looked at Su Ming, who was standing motionless outside the door, with a puzzled expression.

". Nothing."

Su Ming was silent for a long while before forcing a smile. Then he raised his heavy feet and stepped into An Zijin's room.

"Hehe. (#^.^#)"

An Zijin seemed extremely happy. As soon as Su Ming entered her room, she immediately closed the door.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, three doors were violently pushed open. Three figures shot out and sprinted over at a speed too fast for the eye to follow.

The three figures tacitly said nothing. They simply pressed their ears against the door.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the door suddenly shook violently with a thunderous bang, as if something heavy had slammed into it.

"Ah!"

"Eek!"

"Damn!"

The three people with their faces pressed against the door suffered a tragedy. One after another, they fell to the floor, clutching one ear and one side of their faces as they rolled around in pain.

"Heh."

Inside An Zijin's room, Su Ming had one fist braced against the door. A cold smile appeared on his face, making it clear where the earlier noise had come from.

"B-Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin had been startled.

"It's fine, it's fine." Su Ming hurriedly withdrew his fist and said innocently to An Zijin, "There was a mosquito on your door, so I helped you swat it."

"A mosquito?" A huge question mark appeared above An Zijin's small head.

Su Ming did not bring up the matter again. Instead, he took An Zijin's hand and walked toward her bed.

Seeing this, An Zijin stopped dwelling on it as well, and her heart began to beat faster.

Several fanciful thoughts involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

"What does Brother Su Ming want to do?"

"It's the middle of the night. Suddenly doing this—isn't it a little bad?"

"Could it be that I'm going to ascend the ladder to adulthood tonight?"

"Wouldn't that be too fast?"

"No, no, no. Brother Su Ming and I have known each other for ten years. If we were some other shameless couple, we could have had no idea how many children in ten years. How could this be too fast?"

"B-But is it really all right here? Everyone's still under the same roof!"

"Should I find a towel to bite?"

As she thought this, An Zijin began looking around, as if she wanted to find a towel.

Fortunately, Su Ming could not read minds. Otherwise, he would have been struck by lightning on the spot.

"Little Zijin." Su Ming sat down together with An Zijin and looked at her. "Let me ask you—how many Spiritual Arts have you learned?"

"Huh?" An Zijin was slightly stunned. The little plot unfolding in her mind also came to an abrupt stop, and she answered honestly, "I've only learned three Spiritual Arts so far."

"Three?" Su Ming nodded and continued asking, "Which three?"

Although An Zijin was somewhat puzzled, she still obediently answered.

"The three Spiritual Arts I've learned are Flying Arrow, Cannon Blast, and Scorching Sparrow's Cry."

An Zijin's answer made Su Ming's eyebrows rise.

"Well, well. So you were holding back after all."

Su Ming's gaze toward An Zijin changed slightly.

There was no need to mention the first two Spiritual Arts. One was a First Form technique, while the other was a Thirteenth Form technique. The former was the most basic technique every Warlock in the Academy learned upon enrollment, while Su Ming had already seen An Zijin use the latter, so he was naturally not surprised.

But Scorching Sparrow's Cry genuinely surprised Su Ming once again.

There was only one reason.

Within the Hundred Spiritual Arts, this technique ranked thirtieth.

It was the strongest technique among the low-level Spiritual Arts.

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