This Matter Was a Little Strange!

Anyway, sending one teacher to the hospital is sending one, and sending two is sending two!

Since I was already doing it, I might as well go all the way and send Professor Smith's English teacher to the hospital too! A trace of resolve... and murderous intent flashed through Soft Feather's eyes!

"Senior Song, is this Professor Smith of yours a foreigner? What does he look like?" Soft Feather asked, pretending to be curious.

"That guy? He's a stubborn old man, though his teaching skills are pretty good." Song Shuhang smiled and casually tapped the name "Professor Smith" in the message.

A photograph of a stern, rigid-looking British elder with his hair combed to perfection popped up.

The Jiangnan University Town campus network was an independent database system. As long as one had the relevant authorization, one could look up the information of every student and instructor there.

"He looks rather stern. Does he also live in the teachers' dormitory?" Soft Feather asked nervously.

"Mm, yeah." Song Shuhang hadn't thought much of it. He nodded, then continued adding Soft Feather's ID information and went to register and buy the tickets.

Soft Feather smiled sheepishly, then quietly headed to the balcony again and put the magical artifact back on: "If you wish to command a thousand miles with your gaze, climb yet another floor."

Very soon, she found her target.

Professor Smith was walking a pet dog along the academy river.

"How strange. Has a chill wind started blowing?" Suddenly, the stern British old man tugged at his collar. He felt an inexplicable chill and was somewhat puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just like with Teacher Renshui, once this is over, I'll make it up to you with compensation." Soft Feather murmured for a long while again, then rubbed the golden talisman paper between her hands.

The academy river...

The stern British old man felt that he wasn't in good shape today, so he decided to return to the dormitory and rest. "Hamm, let's go back. We need to prepare tomorrow's lesson materials, anyway."

As he spoke, Professor Smith tugged on the pet dog's leash.

"Whine... whine!" At that moment, the previously docile pet dog suddenly let out a series of low growls from deep in its throat, and its eyes turned blood red.

Professor Smith felt tremendous force coming from the dog leash in his hand. The little dog Hamm, which would normally obediently comply with the slightest tug, was baring its neck today.

Professor Smith frowned and yanked hard on the leash.

"Woof!" The pet dog did indeed follow the leash back, but it came lunging forward with bloodshot eyes! Its cavernous maw opened wide and viciously sank into the thin calf of the British old man.

"Oh, NO! Help! Help me!" Professor Smith's screams rang out beside the river.

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiangnan University Affiliated Hospital, a two-person ward.

Teacher Renshui lay on the bed with both feet hoisted high in the air, stuck in an extremely humiliating position. His wife held their child in her arms, her face caught between laughter and tears.

Just then, the hospital door opened, and a stern British old man was carried into the ward.

"Huh? Professor Smith? Weren't you taking my class tomorrow afternoon? What happened to you?" Teacher Renshui asked in alarm.

The British old man said bitterly in clearly enunciated Chinese, "I was... bitten by Hamm. Tsk, the dog I raised. The doctor said it bit so hard that it injured the bone. Tsk, I'll have to stay in the hospital. Once I'm discharged tomorrow, I'm going to butcher it and stew it! Tsk..."

The stern British old man had clearly been wounded to the depths of his soul by the puppy he had raised. He felt that damned thing was an ungrateful wretch that could never be tamed. That vicious bite had nearly cost him his life. Stew it—he absolutely had to stew it!

"..." Teacher Renshui felt that something about today was a little strange!

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Meanwhile, Song Shuhang had already booked Soft Feather's bullet train ticket.

At that moment, another new message popped up on his campus network account.

"Attention, students of Class 43, Year 19, Department of Mechanical Engineering, College of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing: Since Professor Smith has also been injured and hospitalized, tomorrow afternoon's College English class has been canceled. Class 43, Year 19, College of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing will have the afternoon off tomorrow. Please inform one another and make the necessary preparations! Thank you."

This short message was replayed three times in succession.

Furthermore, it had been set to replay once every half hour, replacing the previous message.

"..." Song Shuhang stared at the short message as ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped wildly through his heart.

He turned his head to look at Soft Feather, whose smile was as radiant as a flower. He felt that something about today was a little strange!

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In the end, Shuhang still accompanied Soft Feather to J City—for he no longer had any reason not to go with her.

He absolutely would never have imagined that two professors would be sent to the hospital one after another. Something with odds nearly equal to winning the grand prize in the lottery had actually happened to him? Because of the two unfortunate professors' tragic experiences, he now had an entire day off tomorrow. Then, under Soft Feather's excited gaze, he booked the bullet train tickets to J City.

The ticket numbers were consecutive, so their seats were right next to each other.

"By the way, Soft Feather, was it a coincidence that the two professors were hospitalized one after another?" Shuhang stared fixedly at Soft Feather without blinking. This was the ultimate technique of killing with one's eyes and suppressing an enemy through sheer presence. Under such a direct stare, anyone being watched would feel uncomfortable if they were lying.

What had happened today was simply too much of a coincidence. One professor had been hospitalized, and the other had taken over his class, only to be sent to the hospital in spectacular fashion before even three minutes had passed. What kind of melodramatic plot was this?

Shuhang considered himself long past the age of fantasies. Dreams of martial arts heroes and immortals had already faded from his life long ago. But now, he genuinely suspected that Soft Feather really possessed some special abilities and had sent both professors to the hospital.

When his imagination ran wild, he even thought in an evil direction—perhaps this girl was actually the heiress of a terrifying dark faction, just like in the movies, with a whole group of people secretly hidden around her, ready to fulfill her every wish at any moment? And because she wanted him to accompany her to J City tomorrow, those hidden subordinates had cruelly sent both professors to the hospital?

Being stared at by Song Shuhang's dark eyes, Soft Feather remained completely calm. "How could that be? I'm not the kind of person who would do something like that. Senior Song, you have to believe me!"

Her eyes were as clear as the waters of a sacred lake that had never been polluted by anyone, but... what was with that "I" she kept using?

Fortunately, Shuhang didn't dwell on the subject. He had merely asked on a whim.

"We'll leave around three ten in the afternoon and arrive at the Jiangnan University Town Station by three thirty. Since we still have some time, why don't you try looking online for information about Ghost Lantern Temple? I'll go buy two lunches. Is there anything you don't eat?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No, I can eat anything," Soft Feather replied. At this moment, in order to conceal her unease, she would have swallowed even her most hated green peppers in one bite!

"Then do your best to find Ghost Lantern Temple. I'll be right back. If my roommates happen to return while I'm gone, just tell them you're my friend." Song Shuhang waved his hand.

After Song Shuhang left, Soft Feather, feeling somewhat guilty, hunched down in front of the computer like a thief and continued searching for every temple in the Luoxin District of J City, checking them one by one.

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June 2, three in the afternoon.

Song Shuhang's three roommates had already received the notification through the campus network, so they hadn't returned to the dormitory today.

"Soft Feather, we're leaving," Song Shuhang called.

"Coming." Soft Feather rose from in front of the computer, looking dejected.

She had searched for half the day but still hadn't found any information about Ghost Lantern Temple. Northern River's Loose Cultivator also hadn't come online all afternoon, for some unknown reason.

Song Shuhang sorted the things he had bought from Foodie's Paradise and put them into the refrigerator. He also left a simple note for his three roommates, indicating that there was food in the fridge and they could help themselves.

He brought a shoulder bag for the trip, with his phone, charger, and power bank inside. He didn't know how long they would be gone, and it would be troublesome if his phone ran out of power.

Soft Feather followed behind Shuhang, pulling her large suitcase.

Seeing her dejected expression, Shuhang asked, "You didn't find Ghost Lantern Temple?"

"There's absolutely no information. I don't know whether it changed its name or was demolished. We'll have to ask the local residents after we get to J City." Soft Feather sounded depressed.

"When you get to the bridge, the bridge will straighten itself out. Let's go first and talk about it later."

The two chatted as they walked and took the elevator down.

At three in the afternoon, more and more people began appearing in the dormitory building. The students from the various departments who only partially lived on campus were gradually returning.

"Ah-Hang, where are you going to have fun?" One of Shuhang's classmates waved to him as they approached. Soon, their attention was drawn to Soft Feather behind Song Shuhang—a tall, breathtaking beauty!