"All I can tell you is that Demon Consort Daji truly was a peerless beauty." Chen Zheng turned and smiled at Su Cheng. "Oh, right, I have nowhere to go, so I'll be living at your place from now on."
With that, Chen Zheng walked into the bathroom.
"Living at my place..."
Su Cheng parted her lips. She certainly would not agree to let a stranger live in her home, yet faced with this man, she did not even have the courage to object! In China's Ancient Martial Arts World, this man was nothing short of a myth that did not exist!
The next day.
In a large lecture hall at Nan University, Su Cheng felt rather restless. Professor An Jing, who was giving the lecture, was someone she deeply respected. Professor An Jing also belonged to the Ancient Martial Arts World and even had a connection with her master. Professor An Jing had already looked her way many times today, and she knew why: Chen Zheng had been sleeping with his head down in the seat to her right the whole time.
What Professor An Jing disliked most was someone sleeping in her class. Someone had once tried to attract Professor An's attention this way, only to be picked up and thrown straight out by her!
"The male student beside Su Cheng, if you aren't interested in my course, you may leave my classroom!"
Here it came!
Sure enough, here it came!
The moment Su Cheng heard Professor An's voice, she knew her temper had flared. She nudged Chen Zheng's arm with her own.
"Now we're in for a good show!"
"Who knows where that guy came from? Dressed like someone from ancient times, playing to the crowd!"
"Professor An has an explosive temper, and apparently she's even trained in martial arts. This guy actually dared to sleep in her class. He's got some nerve!"
The other students in the classroom all looked over as well, many waiting to enjoy the show. Even a famous campus belle and wealthy young lady like Su Cheng always behaved herself before Professor An. So even if this man was some rich second-generation heir, he was surely going to embarrass himself today!
"What? Is class over?"
Chen Zheng raised his head and rubbed his eyes as he asked Su Cheng.
"..."
In an instant, the entire lecture hall fell silent. Almost everyone was dumbfounded.
Had this guy really been sleeping, or was he pretending? Was he playing dumb, trying to attract Professor An's attention this way?
"I'll say this one last time. If you have no interest whatsoever in my course, please leave my classroom!"
At the lectern, An Jing's pretty face was icy as she stared at Chen Zheng and spoke coldly.
Cold!
So cold!
All the students involuntarily lowered their heads. They felt as though the temperature throughout the classroom had plunged ten degrees in an instant! Professor An was angry. This time, she was definitely angry!
"I'm indeed not interested in your course." Wearing a faint smile, Chen Zheng glanced at the paintings on the projection screen and casually commented, "Your paintings aren't as beautiful as you are."
No way!
This guy had far too much nerve, actually commenting on Professor An's work like that!
At his words, every student in the classroom stared at Chen Zheng. Even Su Cheng was startled, repeatedly warning him with her eyes not to go too far.
"You! Out!"
Professor An's chest heaved. She took her work very seriously. If an esteemed senior had made such a comment, she would not have been this angry, but he was merely a troublemaking student. How could she not be angry?
"Your painting skills really are mediocre. I can't very well go against my conscience just to please you. And another thing: I feel my painting skills are a little better than yours. It's fine if you want me to leave, Professor An Jing, but before I go, I'd like to paint a picture for you. Would that be all right?"
Chen Zheng rose from his seat and walked toward the lectern as he spoke.
"Fine! Then please, master, show us your painting!"
An Jing stared coldly at Chen Zheng.
By now, she had decided that Chen Zheng was simply trying to attract her attention through unconventional behavior, a jackal from the same den as all those men before him! Her invitation for the "master" to paint was pure sarcasm!
"He's not going to paint a little chick pecking at rice, is he?"
One student could not resist making the remark.
"Hahaha!"
It immediately sent the whole room into laughter.
Yet Chen Zheng remained unruffled. He had already reached the easel beside the lectern. He glanced at An Jing, then picked up a brush and began painting.
"..."
The moment Chen Zheng's first stroke landed on the paper, everyone in the classroom fell silent. They had suddenly discovered that Chen Zheng really did seem to be an old hand, someone who actually knew a thing or two!
His movements!
His expression!
His bearing!
At that moment, Chen Zheng felt like an old painter thoroughly versed in his craft!
How strange!
This guy looked twenty at most. Could his painting skills actually surpass Professor An Jing's?
"Done. Not bad, I suppose."
In less than three minutes, Chen Zheng stopped. He glanced at the paper, set down the brush, and gave Professor An Jing a slight smile before walking past her and leaving the classroom.
Silence!
The classroom was extraordinarily quiet. Everyone stared at Chen Zheng's painting, everyone held their breath, and everyone was in disbelief! For at that moment, they witnessed an utterly wondrous sight: the woman in ancient dress on the paper, who bore a ninety-percent resemblance to Professor An Jing, seemed to be a living person!
"She... she's stepping out of the paper!"
"She's flying! Heavens! She's flying out of the paper! She's flying around the classroom!"
"A flying apsara! Has a flying apsara come back to life?"
"This... the woman in the painting has come alive!"
"Heavens! An illusion! It must be an illusion! How is this possible!"
Cries of astonishment shattered the silence. The students' eyes widened, and they stared dumbfounded, for they had seen something that could not possibly happen: the figure in the painting seemed to have come alive!
"How is that possible... that feeling just now..."
Su Cheng rubbed her eyes hard, her face filled with disbelief. Though that strange visual sensation had vanished, when she looked at the woman in the portrait, the woman still gave her the impression of being alive!
This was far too bizarre!
"The divine realm..."
An Jing finally spoke. She, too, was stunned, gazing blankly at the painting Chen Zheng had left behind.
At that moment, only two words occupied her mind: divine realm. It was a realm of painting she had heard about from the elders of her lineage, a realm that could not possibly exist.
"This man... is no ordinary man! I want to take him as my master! Su Cheng, help me get this painting mounted. I'm going to find him!"
An Jing suddenly turned and said this to Su Cheng, then rushed out of the classroom!
"Huh?"
Su Cheng was dumbfounded, and so was every other student in the classroom!