Heavily Indebted Female Bandit

(The previous chapter was released, the machine review is really messed up)

Zhu Xiaoming fumbled and handed over tissues, while Zhong Yue, sitting in the back seat, looked bewildered.

"What just happened?"

Zhang Fusheng took the tissue, pressed his cracked brow, and asked hoarsely.

"Who knows!" Zhu Xiaoming exclaimed in horror. "You suddenly went like you were possessed, didn't move, didn't respond no matter how I called you, and then your forehead just split open!"

He asked worriedly:

"Old Zhang, what's wrong??"

Zhang Fusheng's gaze deepened, then he smiled and said:

"It's nothing. I was just dueling with a hidden master from afar and narrowly lost."

"Still not serious?" Zhu Xiaoming retorted. "What time is it? Have you messed up your meditation technique recently? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, no need."

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:

"It's probably just too dry, my skin is dehydrated, maybe a little allergic."

He said this with a smile, but the hairs on his back were still standing on end.

It was a wound from the spiritual realm, pierced by the Qi of a thousand arrows.

Even though it was a false illusion, the wound had manifested in reality.

What if he had died in the illusion just now?

Zhang Fusheng shivered. Illusions were not just illusions.

There was also Daoism, the Five Thunder Technique...

He suddenly remembered the scene when he sparred with the master of the Snake Fist Gym in the alley that day.

At that time, the old man formed hand seals with both hands, stomped his foot forward, shouted 'Attack', and then lightning flashed between his teeth, accompanied by rolling thunder.

Thinking back now, wasn't that the posture of Taoist priests summoning heavenly lightning in movies from his past life?

Weren't those hand seals the Five Thunder Seals of Daoism from his past life?

"Old Zhang."

Zhu Xiaoming touched his bald head and said worriedly, "The way you were possessed just now, I feel like you messed up your meditation technique."

He advised:

"Don't push yourself so hard. I've found out that if you meet the requirements by your first or even second year, achieving minor success in visualization or breathing techniques, you might not be able to transfer to the Martial Arts Department, but you can still audit their classes. There's plenty of time."

Zhang Fusheng nodded absently, while three question marks appeared on Zhong Yue's forehead in the back seat.

Zhu Xiaoming patted Zhang Fusheng's shoulder and said earnestly:

"Old Zhang, don't worry. When we enroll, I'll share some of the school's resources with you. Even if it's not the Martial Arts Department, we can still become martial artists!"

More question marks appeared on Zhong Yue's forehead, and her expression became a little strange.

Mar. Martial artist?

She blinked, recalling the '2000 jin' on the strength testing machine.

Zhang Fusheng snapped back to attention and said with a chuckle:

"No need for that, Old Zhu. I'm already a martial artist, about to reach the Third Refinement."

"Oh."

Zhu Xiaoming rolled his eyes and stepped on the gas:

"Right, right, you're a martial artist, you're at Third Refinement. Hey, by the way, does classmate Zhong plan to transfer to the Martial Arts Department?"

The girl sitting in the back with a strange expression nodded decisively:

"I definitely want to. Whether I can achieve it, I don't know."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his 'granddaughter' in a certain sense through the rearview mirror and suddenly asked:

"Classmate Zhong, is your Snake Fist Gym's master named... Huang Qiuxian?"

He had now remembered who 'Huang Qiuxian' was.

The incredibly tenacious person mentioned by the director of Ankang Hospital.

The 'Cancer Person' with over a dozen primary cancers, all in the late stages, countless other difficult illnesses, and who was 142 years old.

"His name is Huang Qiuxian. Are you familiar with him?" she asked cautiously.

"How come you're saying 'you'?" Zhu Xiaoming said with a laugh while driving. "This is my brother Zhang Fusheng. Like you, he's also a freshman at Jiang University's Computer Science Department."

He paused and coughed.

"Xiao Yue, let me tell you, Old Zhang is quite skilled. Haven't you gotten started with your meditation technique yet? I'm telling you, Old Zhang got the hang of it after only practicing for a few days."

"It's just that I started late and my breathing technique didn't keep up, otherwise I could have easily gotten into Jiang University's Martial Arts Department."

He started chatting with Zhong Yue, describing 'Zhang Fusheng' with conviction as a genius who had been held back. While spouting nonsense, he winked at Zhang Fusheng.

Zhong Yue, however, didn't show any doubt and nodded earnestly.

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead.

The three chatted idly, and before they knew it, they had passed the checkpoint. The bright red sports car drove into District Three, and Jiang University was just ahead.

As the best university in all of Jiangzhou City, Jiang University, despite being located in a small city, wasn't much on a federal scale.

However, within Jiangzhou's territory, it was considered paramount.

In fact, Jiang University ranked within the top ten in the Golden Province, even surpassing the best university in a medium-sized city.

"See that? The building with 'Tianbao' on the wall up ahead is the library."

Zhu Xiaoming led Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue along the tree-lined path, pointing to the building in front. He had clearly done his homework:

"That entire building is the library, funded by one of our Jiang University's board members. This building is named after the board member, Tianbao Building. I heard on the forum that this board member is quite a big shot in the city."

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head. Uh, Master?

He grinned. Hong Ji's business scope is quite broad. A martial arts academy, loan sharking, possibly managing an assassin organization, and now a Jiang University board member.

Arriving at the base of Tianbao Building, Zhu Xiaoming excitedly pulled out his phone.

"Hello, hello, hello, Lu Yao? It's me, Old Zhang, and Zhong Yue from Class Ten. We're downstairs, where are you?"

"Huh? Eating melon? What melon?"

"Genius Chen is that popular? Oh, she slapped him away? LOL!"

Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue cast curious glances.

A moment later, Zhu Xiaoming hung up the phone, sighing regretfully:

"Damn, we're a step too late. Missed a good show. It's all your fault, Old Zhang, for being so slow!"

Zhang Fusheng felt a toothache. Zhong Yue, standing beside him, asked curiously:

"What's going on?"

Zhu Xiaoming explained:

"Lu Yao said that an upperclassman in the library just confessed to Chen Nuanyu in public, and Genius Chen slapped him so hard his face shattered. Lu Yao also said that Chen Nuanyu hasn't even officially enrolled yet, but she's already a big deal at Jiang University."

He eagerly rushed towards the building:

"We can't catch the melon while it's hot, but we can still pick up some scraps. Let's go, let's go, let's go watch the commotion!"

The three entered the seven or eight-story Tianbao Building. They didn't even need to call Lu Yao; they immediately found the scene of the incident.

It was on the first floor, with dozens of people watching. It was impossible not to find it.

"Lu Yao! Lu Yao!"

Zhu Xiaoming shouted at the top of his lungs. The students all looked over, as if at an idiot, at the bald man with large earrings and a gold chain.

Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue instinctively moved a little further away from Zhu Xiaoming. In the crowd, a pretty girl also covered her face and looked down.

Zhu Xiaoming seemed to realize he was being a bit abrupt. He wiggled his hips and then precisely found the girl covering her face in the crowd, pulling Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue forward.

"Lu Yao, Lu Yao! Where's the excitement?"

Zhu Xiaoming squeezed into the crowd—in fact, he didn't need to squeeze at all; as he approached, touching his bald head, the crowd parted ways, creating a path.

Zhang Fusheng silently pulled up his collar, trying to hide his face.

"Keep it down, big brother!" Lu Yao said, her voice strained. She politely greeted Zhang Fusheng and Zhong Yue, then covered her face and said:

"This is a library!"

Zhu Xiaoming gave a sheepish laugh. "They were all chattering away, and besides, we were in a hurry to find you. Where's Genius Chen?"

He looked around.

Lu Yao pursed her lips, and the three followed her gaze. Not far away, a student lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, clearly unconscious.

Beside him, a cool girl with wine-red hair sat calmly and quietly under the gaze of dozens of eyes, flipping through a thick book.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating her, making her look like an ethereal fairy untouched by worldly affairs.

Zhang Fusheng saw the snow-white collarbone beneath her neck and raised an eyebrow. Where's the wound?

Healed so quickly?

It doesn't look like concealer. Is it some expensive medicine, or perhaps... a special physique?

As if sensing something, the fairy glanced over. When she saw Zhang Fusheng, she visibly froze, then raised an eyebrow.

Under the gaze of everyone present, she gracefully stood up, holding her book, and slowly walked over.

"Are you also a Jiang University student?"

She tilted her head, her neck long and slender, and asked Zhang Fusheng in a soft voice. Her voice was as crisp and sweet as a frosted peach, yet a hint of anxiety flickered in her eyes.

The crowd stared in unison.