Chapter 59 Such Accurate Guesses

Chutianfeng glanced around. Thanks to his brave appearance yesterday, the campus was now teeming with martial artists. Right at the corner of the teaching building beside them, two were idly loitering.

“Consider yourself lucky!” Chutianfeng released his fist, frustrated. “Get lost!”

“Hmph, we’re leaving.” Zhu Shangwu signaled to the red-haired young man, and the two departed, disgruntled.

“Thank you, Senior!” With Zhu Shangwu out of sight, Liu Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked Chutianfeng.

Chutianfeng shook his head and turned to leave.

“May I ask which department you’re from, Senior? How should I address you?” Liu Qianqian asked timidly.

“Go to class.” Chutianfeng didn’t answer, stepping forward.

He truly didn’t want to interact with Liu Qianqian, wishing only to leave quickly.

“Actually, our military training just ended, classes haven’t started yet.” Liu Qianqian followed closely.

“Just do what you’re supposed to do. Don’t follow me.” Chutianfeng replied irritably.

Liu Qianqian didn’t have a good impression of him, and he felt the same toward her.

Du Jingjing rolled her eyes, but as the saying goes, even a wise judge struggles with family disputes; she had no intention of intervening.

“Oh.” Liu Qianqian hadn’t expected this “senior” to be so unapproachable. Coupled with the bullying she’d just endured, she felt aggrieved, her eyes moistening.

“Sorry.” Chutianfeng realized he’d been too harsh and turned to face her. “Go back, we have things to do.”

“Oh.” Liu Qianqian’s voice was barely audible, tears swirling in her eyes.

“Ah.” Chutianfeng finally softened, unable to bear it. “My name is Qianling, fourth year, Performance Department.”

“I’m Liu Qianqian, a freshman in the Art and Design Department.” Liu Qianqian forced a smile.

“Art and Design?” Chutianfeng was puzzled, thinking to himself how poor the Liu family’s strategy was—after all the effort to place a pawn, they’d placed it crookedly.

“Yes, my family wanted me to study at the Film Academy, but I don’t like acting, I only love painting, so I chose Art and Design.” Liu Qianqian wiped away her tears.

“I see.” Chutianfeng smiled wryly and turned again. “We have things to do, let’s chat another day.”

“Goodbye, Senior!” Liu Qianqian waved, her eyes full of reluctance.

“Goodbye.” Chutianfeng nodded and strode away.

“You two sisters are quite intriguing.” Du Jingjing kept close behind, teasing Chutianfeng.

“I’m really annoyed, don’t provoke me.” Chutianfeng didn’t look back.

Watching Zhu Shangwu and his companion leave was like watching a treasure slip away; his mood soured.

“In broad daylight, you couldn’t seriously beat him to death, could you?” Du Jingjing, knowing all about his history with the Salt Society, understood the source of his frustration.

“At least I’d like to break his legs.” Chutianfeng gritted his teeth.

“Lucky I came today. Who knows what trouble you’d have stirred up otherwise.” Du Jingjing rolled her eyes.

“By the way, what did you want with me?” Chutianfeng remembered she’d waited for him at the teahouse that morning, so it must be important.

“Isn’t it obvious? These days are special—we’re here to protect you.” Du Jingjing answered calmly.

“Protect me? You, with mid-level Dark Energy, want to protect me?” Chutianfeng laughed aloud. “Thank the Special Task Force for me, tell them I’m grateful to their ancestors for eight generations.”

“What’s there to brag about? You’re only at the early stage of Transforming Energy, just a few ranks above me—what’s so impressive?” Du Jingjing was a bit miffed, then suddenly asked, “How do you know my level?”

“Uh...” Chutianfeng was momentarily at a loss. “I guessed.”

He certainly couldn’t admit he’d used his divine sense to probe her.

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“You guessed?” Du Jingjing was skeptical. “Guessed that accurately?”

She scrutinized his face, trying to find clues.

But Chutianfeng, with a previous life spanning a thousand years and having studied acting in this one, kept his expression flawlessly composed; she was bound to find nothing.

“Have you stared enough?” Chutianfeng shrugged.

“Hmph! Never underestimate your opponent. Your escape last time was pure luck.” Du Jingjing snorted discontentedly, gesturing around. “Last time, there were only a few innate masters, but now, our information says there are more than a dozen—and that’s likely conservative.”

“So what?” Chutianfeng deliberately puffed out his chest. “I could walk right up to them, and they wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Please, spare us the trouble!” Du Jingjing rolled her eyes again. “Come with me, our team leader wants to see you.”

“That’s what you wanted me for today?” Chutianfeng’s lips curled, then he asked, “What’s your leader’s rank?”

“Lieutenant Colonel.” Du Jingjing continued to gaze at the sky.

“And you?” Chutianfeng’s mouth twisted in a teasing smile.

Du Jingjing shot him a glare, her teeth clenched. “Lieutenant.”

The two walked for about ten minutes before arriving at the Performance Department building.

“What floor?” Chutianfeng asked.

“Fifth, right next to Professor Tang.” Du Jingjing replied.

“Oh?” Chutianfeng felt a tingle on his scalp. “Your leader plays a teacher?”

“Of course.” Du Jingjing looked at him as though he were an idiot. “Our leader’s in his thirties—should he pretend to be a student?”

“PE teacher?” Chutianfeng surmised the leader’s skills were high, making him well-suited for the role.

“No, psychology teacher.” Du Jingjing shook her head with a smile.

“I...” Chutianfeng nearly cursed aloud.

“No complaints.” Du Jingjing anticipated his reaction.

Chutianfeng had to swallow his words, his face turning red, which made Du Jingjing giggle.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of an office.

Knock knock! Du Jingjing tapped lightly at the door.

“Come in!” A resonant male baritone sounded from within.

“Leader Fan.” Du Jingjing pushed the door open. “I’ve brought Chutianfeng.”

The office was nearly identical to Professor Tang’s—two desks by the window, a sofa near the door, simple and neat.

Only one person was inside—a middle-aged man.

His face was square and firm, eyebrows thick, eyes large and bright, as if shining more than usual. He wore a short-sleeved white shirt, showing muscular arms.

Chutianfeng instinctively swept his divine sense, discovering the man was at mid-level Transforming Energy.

Playing a psychology teacher with that build! Chutianfeng silently grumbled.

“Fan Youzhang.” The man extended his right hand.

“Hello.” Chutianfeng shook it.

“Your skin is really fair. If I hadn’t seen your file myself, I’d doubt your gender.” Fan Youzhang laughed heartily.

Chutianfeng, sensitive about comments on his skin or gender, immediately darkened his expression.

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“What do you want with me?” Chutianfeng withdrew his hand.

“Uh.” Fan Youzhang hadn’t expected Chutianfeng’s mood to turn so quickly and looked embarrassed. “It’s like this—campus has been rather unsettled lately, so we’d like you to reduce your activities here as much as possible.”

Chutianfeng remained noncommittal.

He didn’t want to be at the academy anyway, but his English was poor, and the degree exam would be tough—he couldn’t afford to be careless.

“We mean no offense, only want to ensure your safety.” Fan Youzhang gestured for Chutianfeng and Du Jingjing to sit. “Don’t worry, the academy won’t interfere. If you need any materials, we can help get them.”

“Forget it.” Chutianfeng shook his head, still standing beside the sofa. “I’ll handle my own affairs, no need to trouble you.”

He knew Fan Youzhang was right.

With so many martial artists and innate masters on campus, if his identity was exposed, escape would be impossible.

“What will you do, then?” Du Jingjing asked.

“Staying home isn’t bad.” Chutianfeng shrugged helplessly. “So you came just for this?”

“Yes.” Fan Youzhang nodded. “It’s all for your safety.”

“For the safety of the treasure, more like.” Chutianfeng snorted and turned to leave. “Farewell!”

Fan and Du exchanged glances, unsure what to say.

Leaving the campus, Chutianfeng hailed a taxi. He’d intended to go straight home, but seeing two cars parked beside the gate changed his mind.

One was a bright orange imported sports car, surely expensive; the other was a plain white sedan.

Four people stood by the sports car—besides Zhu Shangwu and the red-haired youth, there were two others.

One was chubby and short with a round face; the other was lanky, horse-faced, as thin as a bamboo stick.

From the moment Chutianfeng exited the gate, Zhu Shangwu had been muttering, occasionally pointing at him, while the other three watched and nodded.

Chutianfeng realized Zhu Shangwu wanted trouble, bringing people to tail him and figure out his background.

Sure enough, as soon as his taxi pulled away, the white sedan followed.

Chutianfeng glanced back, recognizing the two youths from Zhu Shangwu’s group inside.

He told the driver to head for the outskirts. With business delivered to his door, he saw no reason to refuse.

Having let Zhu Shangwu off earlier, Chutianfeng was still aggrieved.

If he couldn’t catch the big fish, dealing with small fry would do.

Seeing the white sedan in the rearview mirror, his frustrations melted away.

His home was east of Tianhai City, but he had the taxi head north, farther and farther off the beaten path.

The white sedan initially followed closely, only a few car lengths behind.

But after leaving the city, the two inside seemed to sense trouble and deliberately widened the gap, keeping over a hundred meters away.

An hour later, Chutianfeng’s taxi reached a wasteland. He got out, telling the driver to wait.

The white sedan saw him exit, spun around on the spot, and sped off in a cloud of smoke.

Watching the trail of dust, Chutianfeng was instantly petrified, left with nothing but tears and regret.