Not long after Ye Feng took Tanaka Shu to the infirmary, Tanaka Shu had more or less recovered. They were all children, so naturally there would not be any serious injuries, and with a medical ninja there, he was back to normal in just a few minutes.
Medical Ninjutsu really was good stuff. Ye Feng now had another kind of ninjutsu he longed to master. It was more than a hundred times better than either modern Chinese or Western medicine. In the world of Hokage, as long as someone did not die instantly or have a major problem inside their body, Medical Ninjutsu could almost always save them. It was practically a divine skill; severed hands and feet were even less of a problem.
When Ye Feng and Tanaka Shu returned to the classroom, they could clearly feel that the girls in class were looking at them differently. Their eyes gleamed like those of wolves that had been starving for ages and had finally spotted food, making Ye Feng shudder and break out in goosebumps.
The afternoon lessons were all theoretical knowledge. To Ye Feng, whose mental age was already over twenty, everything except knowledge about training seemed especially boring, and he kept yawning.
This feels like such a waste of time. No, I need to find something to do, Ye Feng thought in boredom.
So Ye Feng tried practicing the Cultivation Technique, and to his surprise, it worked. Although it was much slower without following the movements prescribed in the Cultivation Method, it was still better than sitting there in a daze.
Then Ye Feng buried his head in his textbook, using it to hide his face, and closed his eyes to practice the Cultivation Technique.
With a bang, the chair beneath Ye Feng shattered into pieces as though it had been attacked, and Ye Feng fell to the floor. The loud noise startled everyone in the classroom, including the teacher.
Ye Feng hurriedly stood up and pretended to look as though someone had played a trick on him. "Who has it in for me? Who did this on purpose?" he cursed, deliberately sweeping his gaze over everyone in the classroom.
There was no way to find this nonexistent culprit, so naturally, the matter was dropped.
Ye Feng replaced his chair, and class continued.
This was his first time practicing without following the movements in the Cultivation Method, which had made the flow of True Qi through his acupoints unstable. The True Qi escaping beneath his bottom had blown the chair apart. Fortunately, Ye Feng had not been touching the desk while practicing, or it would have blown apart too. No wonder the Cultivation Technique required him to sit cross-legged to practice; that was the simplest and easiest way.
This time, Ye Feng practiced even more cautiously, gathering True Qi even more slowly and putting stability first. As he gradually grew familiar with circulating True Qi, he began to speed up. There was another bang, and the chair beneath him was torn apart once again.
For a moment, Ye Feng felt as though countless crows were flying overhead, seemingly calling, "Dumbass, dumbass!"
He had only just put on an act and pinned the blame on someone who did not exist, and now reality had slapped him right in the face. Ye Feng was so embarrassed he could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes. The teacher's expression also turned from sunny to overcast.
Ye Feng had no idea how to explain it either. He awkwardly said a word to the teacher, then went to fetch another stool under the teacher's gloomy gaze.
This time, Ye Feng obediently practiced slowly, not daring to speed up even the slightest bit.
Time always passed especially quickly during training. The sky began to darken, and it was time for school to end.
Obito Uchiha, who had been missing for quite some time, finally appeared again. He tugged at Ye Feng and spoke.
"Don't rush off later. Asuma Sarutobi said he's treating us to barbecue today, and he specifically invited you too."
Asuma Sarutobi? He specifically invited me too? Why does this feel like a banquet with a trap waiting for me? Is he going to use the occasion to stage an attack under some pretext too?
As Ye Feng was thinking, a group of people approached from behind. Leading them was Asuma Sarutobi, who was walking beside Kurenai Yuhi and saying something with a broad smile. Behind them were the Inuzuka Clan's second young lady, Inuzuka Clan Fengyu; the younger generation's Ino-Shika-Cho trio, Yamanaka Nailuo, Nara Xingcun, and Akimichi Chong; the Hyuga Clan genius, Hyuga Kong; Rin Nohara; the medical prodigy, Shizune; and even Uchiha Lie. This gathered all the geniuses from the major clans in their year in one fell swoop.
Rin Nohara was not from a major clan, so she had probably been invited on Obito's account. Kakashi Hatake had not come either, though with his arrogant personality, he would not have come anyway. Still, something seemed to be missing.
At that moment, Uchiha Lie was still staring straight at Ye Feng with fire in his eyes. Ye Feng would not even look squarely at such an excessively conceited weakling.
What the hell am I afraid of? With my current strength, I could deal with this whole bunch of rookies easily. Why worry about some trap at dinner? If someone wants to foot the bill, I might as well eat, Ye Feng thought.
With that thought, Ye Feng took the lead and walked ahead. Anyone who did not know better would have thought he was the one treating them, while Obito went back to fawn over his goddess again.
When Ye Feng led them to the most expensive barbecue restaurant in Konoha, he glanced behind him and could clearly see the corners of Asuma Sarutobi's eyes and mouth twitching.
Once the others accompanying them saw the barbecue restaurant, they naturally realized Ye Feng had done it on purpose. The girls lowered their eyes and chuckled, while the boys looked as though they wanted to laugh but did not dare. Only Akimichi Chong's eyes shone. He shot past Ye Feng at a speed approaching teleportation, calling out as his voice grew more and more distant, "Thank you for your generous hospitality, Asuma!"
Akimichi Chong had already gone inside, leaving Asuma Sarutobi with no reason to switch restaurants. He could only lead the others inside and find an empty table to sit down.
Since he had already offended Asuma, Ye Feng was also afraid of offending him again, yet he snatched the menu the server was about to hand to Asuma Sarutobi and picked the expensive dishes. It was not his money, after all. He had not had a lavish meal in all the time since he had transmigrated here, so he could not shortchange himself this time. Still, Ye Feng did not go too far. Not wasting food was a traditional virtue of the Chinese people, so he only ordered some expensive dishes, not too many. Enough to eat would do.
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