By the time the meal was over, Su Yi had gained some understanding of modern cuisine.
It really was quite ordinary. He would have been better off cooking himself.
After briefly getting acquainted with Lin Yiyun, Su Yi made no further deliberate effort to show what he could do.
"Su Yi, are you still going to work somewhere tonight?" Yu Huiyin could not really understand Su Yi's behavior. Since her grandfather thought so highly of him, he ought to have some exceptional qualities. Wouldn't any other job be better than drinking with customers?
Besides, her grandfather was even willing to give Su Yi his exclusive black-and-gold card. If Su Yi only wanted money, that would be easy.
Whatever the case, an air of mystery surrounded Su Yi.
Yu Huiyin truly could not imagine what abilities Su Yi possessed that made her grandfather value him so highly.
"I like that job, and I already gave my word, so of course I'm going." Su Yi's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Besides, I don't see anything inappropriate about it."
"Suit yourself." Yu Huiyin did not dare interfere too much, but Yu Xinghe was listening with his ears pricked up. Su Yi actually had a job-did that mean he could go to his workplace to make trouble for him?
Yu Xinghe did not consider his grudge with Su Yi settled.
Lin Yiyun barely spoke and simply listened. She did not understand what relationship Yu Huiyin and Su Yi had, either, or why Yu Huiyin would actually think of taking Su Yi as her master.
Yu Huiyin's background was far from ordinary. Could it be that she liked Su Yi, but he had no interest in her, so she wanted to use becoming his disciple as a pretext to get close to him?
Su Yi asked about the afternoon's classes. It turned out they would be covering advanced mathematics.
He immediately lost interest. Advanced mathematics was a subject Newton had invented back in the day. He had taken a look at it-nothing but a minor art.
It hardly qualified as difficult. Double integrals, triple integrals, line integrals, surface integrals-all those things the students considered complicated could not have been simpler in Su Yi's eyes.
There was naturally no need to attend a class like that.
And so, Su Yi decided to skip class.
A newly enrolled first-year transfer student skipping class on his very first day-anyone else would certainly have lacked the nerve.
Su Yi did not particularly care. He had come to school to meet more people and learn some modern knowledge, but he really had no need to study things like physics, mathematics, and chemistry. He had researched these things under other identities before, only to find them utterly dull in the end.
Because, in his eyes, modern science was actually not very scientific at all.
He could accomplish many things that scientific laws said were impossible.
After all, Su Yi himself was a very unscientific existence.
At half past one, Wang Junlin and the others all went to class, while Su Yi slipped off campus. He wanted to try finding the quickest and cheapest way to travel from the college to Wutong Street.
With directions from passersby, Su Yi got a transit card, then boarded the subway.
In Su Yi's eyes, the development of human technology today was indeed astonishing.
In a mere fifty years, it had surpassed thousands of years of development. It really was rather astonishing-a qualitative leap.
In the past, traveling by carriage or horse from one city to another truly meant exhausting journeys by land and water, consuming both time and effort.
Back then, Su Yi had preferred flying through the air or simply leaping through space to appear somewhere else.
After all, in ages past, humans had believed in the existence of gods. When they saw someone flying through the air, most would bow down in reverent worship.
But Su Yi had looked into it. This was an era when people generally did not believe in ghosts or gods, so he simply sat obediently on the subway.
It sped along without the slightest bump, which Su Yi found quite nice.
The only drawback was that it was too crowded!
A girl was being squeezed so close that she was almost pressed against him.
All sorts of smells mingled inside the subway car. The girl stood on tiptoe, gripping the handle overhead, her head resting against Su Yi's chest and her face flushed red.
Su Yi frowned slightly. Although the girl looked petite and cute, he had no interest in her, much less any of the enjoyment certain lechers might have felt.
The crowding on the subway also gave certain lawbreakers an opportunity.
Right beside Su Yi, a man with a full sleeve tattoo had already stolen several wallets before his very eyes. The girl pressed against Su Yi had also had her phone stolen.
Stealing was something Su Yi had done before, too. He had once been known as the Thief Saint, but after stealing something and playing with it for a while, he would return it. That could be considered a kind of amusement.
After all, Su Yi sometimes grew far too bored.
He did not dislike thieves and had not even intended to bother with something like this. But, laughably enough, this thief had actually set his sights on him and even dared attempt to steal the only phone a poor man like him possessed.
That was rather hard to tolerate. Wasn't this an insult?
When that tattooed arm reached toward Su Yi, he flicked a finger lightly. The tattooed young man shuddered all over, feeling his entire hand go numb. He raised his head and glared fiercely at Su Yi, trying to threaten him.
Su Yi looked at him with a smile on his face and a gentle gaze.
That look abruptly stopped the tattooed young man's breathing, magnifying his sense of guilt a thousand, ten thousand times over.
In fact, many master hypnotists could achieve this too, but Su Yi was far more powerful than those hypnotists. With just a single look, the young man began weeping torrents of tears.
"I'm sorry! I stole your things!" the young man shouted through his tears. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have stolen anything!"
When he suddenly began shouting like that, the people nearby started checking their belongings. Upon discovering they had been robbed, they all grew agitated.
"My wallet's been stolen."
"My phone's been stolen."
The tattooed young man wore a short-sleeved jacket. He began taking out the stolen items one by one himself.
The girl beside Su Yi could not help shouting too, "My phone!"
The commotion on the subway soon ended. When they reached the next station, the tattooed young man was taken off, and those whose stolen belongings had not yet been returned got off as well.
The young girl beside Su Yi finally stopped pressing against him.
When they reached Wutong Station, Su Yi got off, and the young girl actually got off too.
After walking all the way to Wutong Street, Su Yi found that the young girl was still behind him. He suddenly stopped, turned to look at her, and asked, "Why are you following me?"
The girl looked no more than seventeen or eighteen and carried a small backpack. Faced with Su Yi's questioning, she was visibly flustered, her little face flushing red as she stammered, "I live around here."
"Oh, sorry." From her expression and tone, Su Yi could tell that she was not lying. He turned and entered his own courtyard.
The girl stood where she was, watching Su Yi's retreating figure, then finally entered a neighboring house.
Once Su Yi entered the courtyard, he could see that all the handicrafts he had picked out at the street stall yesterday had been neatly arranged on the stone table in the yard.
He had actually come back because he wanted to get acquainted with the neighbors, too.