The Cultivator's Way of Opening a Door

Chapter 38: The Cultivator's Way of Opening a Door

June 4th, Night.

Song Shuhang couldn't sleep.

Perhaps it was the excitement of meeting Senior Pharmacist tomorrow and learning the Basic Meditation Technique and Body Tempering Sword Art to begin the Hundred Days Foundation Establishment?

Or maybe it was the Body Tempering Liquid, which had strengthened his body and reduced his need for sleep, making it difficult to fall asleep?

Whatever the reason, he was wide awake.

His three roommates were already snoring soundly, but he tossed and turned.

He closed his eyes, but his mind was crystal clear.

He felt like he had been closing his eyes for a long time, but when he checked his phone, less than five minutes had passed.

"This is unbearable," Song Shuhang sighed.

June 5th, Sunny, still hot.

Having been awake all night, Song Shuhang was naturally a bit listless. This fatigue wasn't physical; in fact, he didn't feel sleepy at all despite not sleeping.

It was just that after eighteen years of living as an ordinary person, staying up all night made him feel mentally drained.

There were four classes in the morning. Song Shuhang brought his phone, remembering to charge it fully this time so Pharmacist wouldn't be unable to reach him.

As he had expected, the first two classes passed quickly, but Pharmacist never contacted him.

Waiting with anticipation was the most agonizing thing. "Time dragging on" couldn't even describe Song Shuhang's feelings at that moment.

The third class was University English.

During the break, Professor Smith arrived early, leaning on his cane.

This meticulous old man absolutely would not allow students to be late, and he certainly wouldn't be late himself. He was a man who was strict with others and even stricter with himself.

Reportedly, three days ago, he had gotten his foot tangled in his dog's leash and was dragged around the riverbank, his screams echoing far and wide.

The day he was discharged from the hospital, he gave his beloved dog away.

Song Shuhang looked at the impeccably combed British old man and felt a surge of guilt.

According to Yurouzi, she had already provided some compensation to the unfortunate Professor Ren Shui and Professor Smith afterward, but Song Shuhang hadn't asked for details.

"What a shame, Professor Smith is already out of the hospital. I thought he'd be staying longer," Tu Bo said, feeling a prickle of dread when he saw Professor Smith.

His English grades weren't good, and Professor Smith's rigid personality was the type he struggled to deal with.

Tu Bo asked, "I'm relocating. I'm moving to the back. How about you, Shuhang?"

"Me too, I'm moving," Li Yangde nodded silently.

Unlike Tu Bo, who was poor at English, his grades were outstanding. He had already mastered the key points of the lecture, so during English class, he could hide in the back and ponder the programs he was writing.

"I'm going with Mei, so I'm moving too," the last roommate, Gao Moumou, pushed up his glasses and smiled.

Gao Moumou's surname was Gao, and his given name was Moumou. Like Tu Bo, his name belonged to the "not born of parents" category, and he harbored deep resentment for his name.

Coincidentally, when he was young, he had stolen his family's household registration book and run to the police station to change his name. Unfortunately, he also failed, as he was still called Gao Moumou.

That year, he had paid a heavy price, even more so than Tu Bo.

Because Tu Bo's price was just his father's solo beating, while Gao Moumou had been subjected to a mixed doubles beating by his parents, crying and wailing so much that he couldn't get out of bed the next day.

The Mei he mentioned was his girlfriend, a petite and lovely girl who was only 1.43 meters tall. Song Shuhang didn't know how Gao Moumou could bring himself to do it. The girl looked like she

Tu Bo wiped the sweat from his brow. "Damn it, why is it so hot? It was cool just a moment ago?"

"You still haven't figured it out?" At this moment, Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses, channeling his inner Detective Conan. "It's because we've left Song Shuhang."

"What does this have to do with Shuhang? Can he control the weather?" Tu Bo fanned himself with a book, grumbling.

Gao Moumou said mysteriously, "He can't control the weather, of course. But, I don't know how, Shuhang seems to radiate a cool aura, like a human air conditioner. I almost suspect he's carrying a giant ice block with him."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem like that. Also, have you guys noticed that Shuhang has gotten a lot fairer? He wasn't this fair yesterday morning, was he? We spent half the day looking for an apartment, and he got much fairer?" Li Yangde closed his tablet, saying calmly.

"Yang De, are you trying to hit on Shuhang? You even noticed his skin getting fairer?" Tu Bo said in a joking tone.

"Tu Bo." Li Yangde's lips curved upwards. "Do you still want the 'study videos' hidden in your computer's F drive and the content on your five cloud drives?"

"Yang De, my dear brother, I was wrong." Tu Bo immediately knelt. Those were treasures he had painstakingly collected throughout his three years of high school. Speaking of which... the F drive was one thing, but how did Yang De know about his five cloud drives? This was unbelievable, was there no privacy left? Those programmer uncles were not to be trifled with.

"I think, maybe this kid used some whitening cream? The reason for using cosmetics... perhaps because he's in love?" Gao Moumou continued mysteriously, pointing at Song Shuhang and Lu Fei. "I bet a hundred... hairs! Something definitely happened between those two. I've noticed it, Lu Fei always found a chance to sit next to Song Shuhang during all the classes yesterday."

"It was indeed the right choice to give those two some personal space."

"When things work out, Shuhang better treat us to a meal."

The three roommates nodded secretly, feeling a sense of accomplishment like they had done a great deed and disappeared without a trace.

Unfortunately, ideals are plump, but reality is bony.

Song Shuhang had no intention of building a good relationship with the girls. He constantly checked his phone, eagerly anticipating when 'Pharmacist' would arrive.

His mind was filled with cultivation, Basic Meditation Technique, and Hundred Days Foundation Establishment.

On the podium, Professor Smith was writing a string of words on the blackboard. Perhaps due to his age, despite the various high-tech teaching aids in the classroom, he still preferred the traditional blackboard.

The classroom was silent. In Smith's class, even if you didn't like his lessons, you could just nap. He didn't force everyone to listen attentively. But if anyone dared to make noise and disturb his lecture, they could forget about getting credits for the semester.

Since they were attending university and willing to come to class, it meant they needed these credits. No one would jeopardize their own credits; at worst, they could just sleep through it.

Crack! Bang bang!

A series of abrupt noises rang out, exceptionally noticeable in the quiet classroom.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound – the classroom door.

The previously locked door lock appeared to be under immense pressure, with the screws on the lock slowly popping out of the wooden door.

With a crack, the lock burst open.

It was as if the city gate was being battered open by a battering ram from outside, the entire lock flying off. It was quite exaggerated!