The next day.
Yang Yi woke up in his private art studio.
It was nominally an art studio, but Yang Yi was now using it as a dorm room. The university turned a blind eye to this and said little about it.
It was better than letting him go around scribbling everywhere.
Unfortunately, the studio door had no lock, though normally no one would come here to subject their eyes to the sight.
Yang Yi tidied himself up a little so the university would not find fault with him again.
Then he walked toward the door, only to stop short.
"Right... Unrestricted Combat has already ended. There's no need to be so para-"
Bang!
The moment Yang Yi pushed the door open, a booby trap filled with white powder exploded, leaving him covered in dust. A slip of paper fluttered down at the same time.
"Who said it would stop once you graduated? You're still too green, kid! On a battlefield, you'd already be dead by now.
"Consider this your teacher's final lesson."
"That old bastard. If he manages to recruit a second student, I'll concede defeat right then and there."
Cursing, Yang Yi retreated inside, took some water from a nearby bucket, and tidied himself up again before heading out once more.
Yang Yi had made this bucket himself. It was extremely sturdy thanks to the Mortise-and-Tenon Technique, requiring neither nails nor glue, and it did not even leak.
The price was... there were no trees left within several hundred meters of the Medical Technology Building.
The university had not stopped him from cutting down trees because he was practicing Woodworking. His intentions were good; he was just a little stingy, unwilling to spend credits on lumber.
He had learned the technique in Woodworking class, and it was quite