What Gibberish Are You Saying? Zhou Yi's Temper is Fiery

"This smell really isn't great."

After only two sips, Fan Yu set down the coffee cup in his hand.

Even back when he had gone into the wilderness to hunt soul beasts for soul rings and, because of an accident, had been forced to drink soul beast blood to replenish his fluids, it still had never been this hard to swallow.

Fan Yu: I'll say it right here. Any random piss I take would taste better than this Americano coffee stuff.

He Caitou: That's actually true. After all, Teacher has diabetes. It may stink, but it's sweet.

Fan Yu: ???

"Wait, this Iced Americano really does have the effect of refreshing the mind!"

As the coffee entered his body and he felt his exhausted spiritual power slowly being replenished, Fan Yu's eyes instantly widened. Even the way he looked at the coffee cup changed a little.

If this cup of Luckin Iced Americano had been "Madam Niu" one second ago, then at this moment, it had officially been promoted to "Little Sweetie."

"Teacher, what are you mumbling about?"

He Caitou rubbed his shiny bald head, momentarily baffled.

What refreshes the mind? What clears the head?

With Teacher's soul power level, surely he couldn't have been poisoned from drinking one cup of expired sour plum soup.

"Caitou, this is good stuff. Don't waste a drop."

As Fan Yu spoke, he picked up the coffee cup again and took a fierce gulp.

Just those two sips earlier had made Fan Yu feel his spirits lift.

If he drank the whole cup, he felt like he would have no problem staying up all night to continue his research.

"No, I have to go buy two more cups."

His research was at a critical stage. As long as he could hold on for two more days, he would definitely produce results. Before, he had only been forced to stop because his mind was exhausted.

Now that there was a better option, of course Fan Yu would charge ahead without hesitation.

Zhou Yi, on the other side: Where is he? I'm asking you, where is he?

"Teacher..."

Seeing his teacher leave the laboratory again, looking as if he really was going to buy coffee, He Caitou picked up that cup of coffee again too.

"This spoiled sour plum soup—no, this coffee stuff—really has the effect of refreshing the mind?"

At that thought, He Caitou forced down his nausea, closed his eyes, and took another fierce slurp.

When Fan Yu arrived at the outer courtyard cafeteria again, he discovered that the coffee stall had already closed.

He checked the time. It wasn't even eight yet.

Fan Yu: No, boss, how could you bear to close at this hour?

But on second thought, the child was still young. It was normal for him to go back early and sleep.

At worst, he would just come buy it earlier tomorrow.

The next morning, after waking up in bed, Wang Dong for some reason suddenly had a very bad feeling. Never underestimate a woman's sixth sense.

"Yuhao, are you some kind of freak?"

When she saw that her roommate Huo Yuhao had not only already gotten up and started cultivating, but had even left a still-warm breakfast on the table, Wang Dong couldn't help roasting him.

They had clearly been as tired as dogs yesterday, and her own physical constitution was obviously far better than Huo Yuhao's, so why did Huo Yuhao look completely fine while her whole body ached?

Wang Dong: Huo Yuhao, did you secretly beat me up last night or something?

"Wang Dong, if you're bad, practice more."

As for why Huo Yuhao could recover so quickly?

The answer lay in the Mysterious Heaven Technique. Even if it was only a castrated version, as the greatest cheat in all of Douluo Continent, it still gave Huo Yuhao enormous help.

As for Wang Dong?

Although she was Tang San's daughter, with both her memories and strength sealed, she currently seemed not to remember the Mysterious Heaven Technique.

You ask why the Tang Sect's cultivation method, the Mysterious Heaven Technique, was a castrated version?

To put it nicely, Tang San had kept something in reserve. To put it bluntly, Tang San would say: I don't want other people to get my cultivation method and be able to cultivate it directly, then surpass me.

"Oh, fine. Since you brought me breakfast, I won't argue with you this time."

After Wang Dong climbed out of bed, she grabbed the breakfast on the table and started eating it straight away, showing no intention of being polite with Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao, next time, don't buy boiled eggs. I don't like them.

"Oh, right. Don't buy pickled cabbage buns in the future either."

"Hm? But I remember buying tea eggs and cabbage buns."

Wang Dong: Six hundred sixty-six. So this was the reputation of the academy cafeteria?

Honestly, buns and eggs that cost one Copper Soul Coin each—so long as they didn't kill you, you had to praise them as a bargain.

Tomorrow was the weekend, so everyone was in a pretty good mood on the way to the classroom.

As they walked toward Freshman Class One, Wang Dong chatted and laughed with Huo Yuhao, saying they had to properly stroll around Shrek City tomorrow.

However, the moment they stepped into the classroom—

Wang Dong instantly shut her mouth, behaving as obediently as a quail.

That terrifying aura, with a faint trace of cold gloom.

Why had that old hag Zhou Yi come to class so early?

Uh, wait, this wasn't right.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhou."

"Oh, it's Yuhao."

After seeing that it was Huo Yuhao, Zhou Yi's stern face finally showed a hint of a smile.

But when her gaze landed on Wang Dong, it instantly switched back to her "battle face."

She was clearly giving off the vibe that she was going to "train" them to death today.

Wang Dong: What's going on? Did that old hag eat gunpowder last night? She's already past menopause, so why is she acting like a menopausal woman?

For that, one would have to ask Teacher Fan Yu, who, after drinking coffee last night, had continued holing up in the laboratory doing research instead of going home.

Zhou Yi expressed that she was very, very angry right now.

How about a bowl of loofah soup, then?

Elsewhere, Bai Ran was sleeping soundly.

If he were a normal Luckin Coffee employee, he would already be busy in the shop preparing ingredients right now.

For Bai Ran, Luckin Coffee was his martial soul, so all those tedious steps could be skipped entirely.

He only needed to arrive, clean up the stall, and he could open for business.

As for cultivation?

Painstakingly meditating through the whole night was worse than making a few more cups of coffee in broad daylight. His soul power might even increase more that way.

As for the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Technique?

Bai Ran had no interest whatsoever in a cultivation method that had been castrated.

Besides, once he chose to join the Tang Sect, there was a high chance he would draw the attention of Tang San in the Divine Realm.

When the time came, who knew what underhanded tricks the other party might use, all aimed at him?

Very soon, Bai Ran woke up—more accurately, he was woken up by hunger.

He would start the morning with an Iced Americano.

It was a habit he had formed before transmigrating, and he still had not forgotten it even after transmigrating.

But for this body, treating an Iced Americano as breakfast was, more or less, not taking his health seriously.

Bai Ran: Wait, back then I drank Iced Americano in the morning because I didn't get enough sleep and didn't have time to eat breakfast, so I had no choice. Now I'm not some corporate slave anymore. Can't I go eat a hot breakfast?

As he thought about it, Bai Ran simply placed the Iced Americano he had just made on the table, went out, and headed straight for the cafeteria.

When he came back that night and saw that the ice cubes in the coffee cup on the table still had not melted, Bai Ran was dumbfounded.

The slogan "half a cup of ice in every coffee" was still a little too conservative.

(The previous two chapters weren't well written. The author bears a lot of responsibility for that, so I'd like to apologize to everyone here. Later on, I'll make appropriate adjustments to Jiang Nannan's plot arrangements, and also find Uncle Ye Tian an outstanding partner.)