C4 (1/2)
The students in the audience were still chattering nonstop. In front of the great opportunity, they were obviously eager to give it a try. They were all waiting to snatch first place in this protective mission that involved both fighting for strength and luck.
Something seemed to flash past, and a voice sounded through the crowd, ”Teacher, teacher, can you let me see that piece of silk?”
The sudden voice startled the students in the heated discussion. They were stunned for a moment, but then they let out a sigh. ”Oh?” Who was it that was shouting? So it was Fan Mu. It would be a waste of time to show him what he could use it for. Hahaha.
The thoughts of these powerful experts had long been firmly rooted in the hearts of these monkey boys. They could only let out a solemn cough to ease the atmosphere, ”Quiet, if there's any more trouble, cancel the quota for this assessment.”
Hearing the Headmaster's words, everyone instantly quieted down. They looked at each other and stared at each other, not knowing what they had done wrong.
The results were obvious, so the dean continued, ”Hou Jun, quickly show it to him. It's fine.”
After all, he was Fan Kui's son. He recalled that he was Fan Mu's father's teacher, and Fan Kui was his favorite student at that time, and the dean had even personally nurtured him. Before Fan Kui was fourteen years old, the core of his elemental energy had already reached yellow, and this was a peerless genius.
Ding Chen also felt very regretful at that time. It was a rare good disciple, but Fan Kui still came back to check on him from time to time. However, after a letter from five years ago, he had no news of him.
Therefore, even though Ding Chen didn't say it out loud, he still took care of Fan Mu. Fan Mu had taken note of all the preferential treatment given to him by the dean and remembered it in his heart.
He was just like other teachers, only caring about the students who caught his eye. The principal's words confused him; how could such an important thing be shown to a student, and more importantly, this was a student that he did not like at all. On normal days, Hou Jun would not even look at Fan Mu, perhaps this was a common ailment of teachers, who wouldn't like good students?
Sigh, he thought that he had done something wrong, and it would be best for him to listen to what he had to say. He could not provoke any more trouble, or else he would really be laid off.
Liu Cheng was quite speechless as he shouted, ”What does this teacher of yours eat? How can he only be in a daze? Are you trying to evolve a new species of silly beast? It would be such a waste if you didn't go to the door to be a sculpture. Wake me up from your dream, idiot.
Just at that moment, Liu Cheng waved his hand towards the air, and the surrounding air seemed to have solidified. With a cry, a red handprint appeared on Hou Jun's right cheek, as if he had been slapped in the mouth.
Liu Sheng had been furious from having him wait at the door for such a long time, yet this fellow still dared to stare blankly at him. It was a mistake to not teach him a lesson.
Hou Jun woke up, grimacing in fear of being slapped again, ”Aiyo, yes yes, I see, what you said makes a lot of sense, I, I have no words to refute you, yes, I am, Idiot Beast, no, I am not, I, I will take it for him.” Hou Jun was already incoherent. He covered his burning mouth with one hand and showed the evidence to Fan Mu with the other.
When he arrived in front of Fan Mu, his attitude took a 180-degree turn. His eyes were filled with impatience, and he had a red mouth. He looked like a clown. He immediately complained, ”Look, you're really nosy.”
”Yes, I understand.” Fan Mu had long since gotten used to his teacher's cold attitude. This treatment was not something that could be done in a day or two, so there was no need to bother about it.
However, the moment he saw the satin, his expression changed, ”Damn, this is …” Fan Mu looked at the words written on the silk with astonishment, and a curse came out of his mouth.
What was even more puzzling was that just like that, he acted in front of everyone, causing them all to be flabbergasted. He raised his small wooden cup in front of everyone, opened its lid, and poured water onto the silk cloth.
”You, you, are you crazy?” Hou Jun's mouth was wide open as he exclaimed in shock before quickly grabbing the silk cloth back, ”I knew that you had no good intentions, and your results were terrible. Madman, scram! What are you going to do about such an important piece of evidence being destroyed? You little brat, are you responsible for this?”
Hou Jun turned his head and walked towards Xu Taiwei with the evidence in hand, leaving behind only the mocking laughter of the students and Fan Mu, who was alone in his seat.
”Lord, look, that person is a lunatic. No need, aiya, no need to make such a big fuss over nothing. Luckily, it isn't a piece of paper, this silk … Ah!” Before he could finish, he suddenly had the urge to smash into a wall.
Hou Jun rubbed his eyes, not daring to believe what he had just seen. The red letter was slowly disappearing, and the final warning letter was being replaced by a blue poem. ”Sir, this, this, take a look …”
In the blink of an eye, the crowd in the audience boiled over once again. Seeing this, Dean Ding waved his hand, signalling for all the students to quiet down.
Dean Ding revealed a happy expression. He didn't think that anyone would know the secret behind this. Surprisingly, the one who had discovered it was Fan Mu. At the beginning, he was worried that it would end before everyone could even begin.
Cough, cough, I'm sure everyone is curious about what exactly happened,” the dean stood up and began to explain, ”These are actually two different colors, Manchu red and Manchu blue, their ink mixture is selective, Manchu red is a unique herb found in the Western Regions, it tastes good, and it's rare for anyone to use it, their ink together has become a special kind of ink, the ingenuity of this special ink is that when the top layer is painted another Manchu red, the color of the ink will be automatically hidden, so it is now occasionally used as an invisible document, but it's very hard to see this student, how do you see it?
When the students heard Dean Ding's explanation, they found it inconceivable. What was even more inconceivable was that the thousand-year-old crane tail could see through the heresy. It must be just some random guess.
Fan Mu touched his head, blushing slightly. He felt a little embarrassed to be praised so highly. He then looked at Dean Ding, who nodded his head and asked him to explain the reason.
”Because the red mountain has a strange taste,” replied Fan Mu. ”It's like adding preserves to bitter almonds, and it's very simple to make the color of the blended ink. Lemon water is fine, warm lemonade can be combined with blended blending red mountain, but the blending ink won't be affected by the blending between red mountain and sea gold blue. Then the red mountain will no longer be blended with the red mountain, and the blended blended blended ink below will naturally show.”
Fan Qin looked at his bashful expression, helplessly waving his hand, making a weird sound, ”Oh …” Fan Qin intentionally dragged out his tone, ”You let them be together, so harmonious.” The serious atmosphere was enveloped by a burst of laughter.
With great difficulty, Dean Ding managed to calm down and said, ”I never thought that there would actually be someone who would know about this. Hehe, I had thought that you guys would all be annihilated before the battle even began. Thank this student for giving you the opportunity.” Then he waved his hand down, intending to get him to sit down.
The dean was overjoyed when he saw that the poem had started to think that it was a terrorist attack, as if he had seen through the poem and understood the secret of it. He was thinking that even if you came back to see me, you would know that you are not allowed to get involved, but he said it seriously, afraid that some people who are good at reading words would see through it, ”Cough, cough, looks like this is really the poem, every group sent a representative, quickly write it down. You guys don't need to discuss about it here, now is the time to test the ability of your group, I wish you guys to cooperate with each other. Alright, hurry up and prepare. We'll start the test right away. ”
At this moment, a poem that was completely different from the poem from before had already appeared on the silk. ”Sunflower of the East Gate falls, Bai Yingsheng of the South, Seven Rivers of the West Mountains, and Resting Dawn of the North Courtyard.” Although he did not try to suppress his charm, it could be considered as an excellent show. It seemed that this cold-faced bandit had quite a bit of cultural background.
The representatives of the various groups quickly copied down the poems, then began the division of labor within the group. After everything was ready, it was a clear sign that the great treasure hunt was about to start, and the air was filled with an invisible smell of gunpowder.