Su Ming: There's a Mosquito on Your Door

Night descended, silent and still.

Most of the students, having toiled through the day, had returned to the Academy District. Except for a few undertaking tasks that could only be performed at night, everyone else had concluded their day's work.

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

One by one, students, weary in body and mind after a day of labor, mostly just wanted a hearty meal. Their famished appearances resembled those who had toiled away at arduous chores all day.

Of course, what the students did wasn't much different from arduous chores.

Rather, any job that required the involvement of a professional was almost guaranteed to be one that couldn't be taken lightly.

Therefore, whether they had taken on relatively safe missions or more risky ones, the students were all but spent at this point.

Su Ming and his group were no exception.

Thus, the group mingled with the crowd, chatting amongst themselves as they entered the cafeteria of the living quarters building, ready to reward their rumbling stomachs.

And it must be said, the academy's arrangements for living were indeed impeccable, of very high quality. Not only were the accommodations top-notch, but even the food provided was beyond reproach.

Can you imagine the academy's cafeteria having mountains of abalone and lobster?

Can you imagine five-star hotel chefs being invited to the academy's cafeteria to cook for a group of students?

Here, it was a reality!

Only at times like these could even Su Ming not help but praise the academy, deeming it worthwhile to pursue such a dangerous profession as a Sorcerer.

It was only those Sorcerers who played a vital role in the survival of the human race who received such attention from the Base City, enjoying such privileges and benefits during their student years, and experiencing a life that ordinary people could hardly dream of.

And the price was that these Sorcerers were required to work tirelessly for the Base City and the survival of all humankind.

"So, no matter the world, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Su Ming had lamented this more than once.

But one should still enjoy the moment when it was time to enjoy. Su Ming wasn't so pretentious as to reject such good fortune coming his way.

Even An Zijin, Yao Beibei, and Jiang Wanyu, the three adorable junior sisters, after a brief show of restraint, began to feast.

Clearly, the day's mission had also left the three of them exhausted in body and mind, their stomachs rumbling, wishing they could devour the table itself.

During the meal, many people came forward to greet the three junior sisters.

Especially An Zijin, who was constantly having her head patted and her cheeks rubbed by senior sisters, who were just short of carrying her away. An Zijin was so frightened that she couldn't help but cover her head.

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

However, the greetings they received were somewhat more... affectionate.

"Isn't it great to team up with the campus belle and her beautiful roommates?"

"How are you guys still not dead yet?"

"Seriously, I think the blessings you're enjoying now are worth trading for the next fifty years of your lives."

"Which means, you guys should be dying soon."

That's right, the greetings Su Ming and the others received were so affectionate that they wanted to hit someone.

Among them, Su Ming was the most tempted to do so.

There was no helping it. These bastards were basically saying these things right to his face.

Among the three, he was undoubtedly the one attracting the most animosity.

If it weren't for the possibility of being hunted down later, Su Ming would have liked to add something extra to the food that these guys, who were passing by and giving him their affectionate greetings, were holding (he was tightly clutching a bottle of chili oil in his hand).

In Su Ming's group of six, the treatment of the boys and girls was like heaven and earth, making people feel extremely unbalanced.

Fortunately, Su Ming wasn't without ways to retaliate.

"Su Ming-gege, this is so delicious, try it!"

"Want to eat shrimp? Let me peel it for you!"

"Su Ming-gege, eat this."

"Su Ming-gege..."

An Zijin once again disregarded everyone else and displayed her neighborly sister's thoughtful care, constantly picking food for Su Ming, feeding Su Ming, and looking like she was enjoying it, making everyone who was paying attention gnash their teeth.

Seeing them so unhappy made Su Ming happy.

Well, the only problem was that the animosity had spread a bit too widely.

"Senior..."

"Senior..."

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

"The world is going to hell..."

Lei Hao kept sighing.

"..."

Ye Bai remained silent but picked up the chili oil.

Su Ming hurriedly began to shovel rice into his mouth, fending off Ye Bai's chili oil assault while enjoying An Zijin's attentive service, a bittersweet experience.

The meal, in the end, turned out to be quite enjoyable.

After finishing, Su Ming and the group of six returned to their rooms, each using the attached bathrooms to wash away the dust and blood from their bodies.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the next step would be to go to bed and call it a day.

However, Su Ming had other plans.

After much deliberation, he finally left his room.

"Little Zijin, are you there?"

Outside An Zijin's door, Su Ming knocked and asked in a low voice.

He couldn't risk Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, or even Ye Bai hearing the commotion and finding out he was visiting An Zijin in the middle of the night, which would inevitably lead to chaos.

Su Ming had some serious business to discuss and didn't want to be disturbed.

Who would have thought...

Click.

Click.

Click.

Accompanied by three faint sounds of doors opening, An Zijin's door remained closed, but the doors of the other rooms simultaneously cracked open.

Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, and Ye Bai hid behind their respective doors, peering out with one eye, casting sharp and piercing gazes at Su Ming.

Su Ming: "..."

Are these three sick in the head?

Su Ming was genuinely tempted to hit someone.

Just then, An Zijin's door also opened.

"Su Ming, Big Brother."

Inside, An Zijin stood shyly, wearing adorable pajamas, a hint of joy sparkling in her beautiful eyes as she looked at Su Ming outside.

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

An Zijin's voice was filled with excitement, causing the three gazes fixed on Su Ming to become even more intense.

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

Su Ming's lips twitched as he spoke helplessly.

"Really?" An Zijin didn't seem disappointed. Instead, she quickly opened the door wider and said, "Then come in, Su Ming, Big Brother."

Instantly, the gazes pinned on Su Ming seemed to materialize, making his back ache.

It gave Su Ming the feeling that hell lay ahead, and once he stepped inside, his life would be forfeit.

"What's wrong? Su Ming, Big Brother?"

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

"...Nothing."

Su Ming remained silent for a long time, then forced a smile and lifted his heavy feet, stepping into An Zijin's room.

"Hehe. (#^.^#)"

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

Thump!

Almost simultaneously, the three doors were flung open, and three figures darted out, rushing over with lightning speed.

The three figures tacitly remained silent, simply pressing their ears against the door.

Bang!

At that moment, the door suddenly exploded with a loud bang, as if something heavy had struck it, causing it to shake violently.

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

"Holy crap!"

The three who had their faces pressed against the door were instantly in trouble, one after another collapsing to the ground, covering their ears and faces, rolling in pain.

"Heh."

Inside An Zijin's room, Su Ming's fist was resting against the door, a cold smile on his face, revealing the source of the commotion.

"Su... Su Ming, Big Brother?"

An Zijin was startled.

"It's nothing, nothing." Su Ming quickly retracted his fist and said to An Zijin nonchalantly, "There was a mosquito on your door, I was just helping you swat it."

"Mosquito?" A big question mark appeared on An Zijin's small head.

Su Ming didn't say anything more about it, but instead took An Zijin's hand and walked towards her bed.

Seeing this, An Zijin stopped hesitating, her heart rate accelerating.

In her mind, some fanciful thoughts involuntarily emerged.

"What does Su Ming want to do?"

"In the middle of the night, suddenly like this, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"Could it be that I'm about to step onto the path to adulthood tonight?"

"Isn't this a little too fast?"

"No, no, no, Su Ming and I have known each other for ten years. If it were any other couple, they would have had who knows how many kids by now. How could we be going too fast?"

"But isn't Ke Ke here? We're all still under the same roof!"

"Maybe... I should find a towel to bite on?"

Thinking of this, An Zijin began to look around, as if trying to find a towel.

Fortunately, Su Ming couldn't read minds, otherwise, he would definitely be stunned right now.

"Little Zijin." Su Ming sat down with An Zijin, looked at her, and asked, "Tell me, how many Spiritual Arts have you learned?"

"Huh?" An Zijin was slightly stunned, and the little drama in her mind involuntarily stopped, causing her to honestly reply, "I've only learned three Spiritual Arts so far."

"Three?" Su Ming nodded and continued to ask, "Which three are they?"

Hearing this, An Zijin was a little puzzled, but still answered obediently.

"The three Spiritual Arts I've learned are [Flying Arrow], [Roaring Bullet], and [Scorching Sparrow's Cry]."

An Zijin's answer made Su Ming raise his eyebrows.

"Well, well, you were hiding something."

Su Ming's eyes changed slightly as he looked at An Zijin.

The first two Spiritual Arts go without saying. One is the First Style, and the other is the Thirteenth Style. The former is the most basic technique that every Sorcerer in the Academy learns upon enrollment, and Su Ming had already seen An Zijin use the latter, so he wasn't surprised.

But [Scorching Sparrow's Cry] really surprised Su Ming once again.

For no other reason than this technique, in the One Hundred Styles of Spiritual Arts, ranks thirtieth in sequence.

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

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