Chapter 109

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Since gaining its own name, "Sun" walks with dragon-and-tiger steps, as if a miniature powerful existence.

Now, even when it calls itself "Apollo," Chen Yi's mind conjures a large "Sun" character, and he laughs until he doubles over.

The little lizard remains oblivious, still rubbing against the girls—it had been warned that transformations outside of orders are not allowed, and given the binding force of the Summoning Ring's magic array, this order is very enforceable.

But the chameleon itself is already a strange enough creature.

The girls love wearing colorful clothes, watching "Sun" crawl all over them—turning red one moment, black the next, then half red and half black—and whenever this happens, they gather around laughing, poking the little lizard's puffed cheeks with their little fingers.

There was a girl in Finance Class One who could really stir things up; she simply put on a gradient-color long dress, letting the little lizard crawl from her shoulder to her ankle, passing through her chest, waist, abdomen, lower abdomen, inner thigh, and other tender parts. The excited little lizard kept shouting at Chen Yi: "Too bad you can't taste it, too bad you can't taste it."

This unhealthy thinking mode—heaven knows where it learned it from.

Maybe TV, maybe genetic tradition?

It's a pity that occasionally a mage brings a phantom dragon into battle, and rarely meets one or two women around them; even when they do, they're probably too shy to speak up—someone of Holy Knight Grendel's status, would he really tell others, my mount is a pervert?

Might as well just kill it and bury it.

Wednesday, political economy again.

Chen Yi and Han Jie sat in the middle back row, pancakes and coffee before them, eating and chatting.

To his right was a senior from the same department but a different year, playing with a chameleon on her leg.

Snow-white thighs, tender like tofu, almost nakedly displayed before Chen Yi; if he lowered his head a bit, even her black underwear couldn't be hidden.

Where was she playing with a chameleon? Clearly she wanted to play with Chen Yi.

Too bad her information was well-connected, but not well-connected enough.

Han Jie was right beside him; before Chen Yi had learned to act completely recklessly, he had to show some consideration. So throughout the whole class, he kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, fully displaying his diligent spirit, even answering a professor's question.

Lei Gongpo nodded appreciatively; he was deeply impressed by this student. Among undergraduates, there weren't many in a whole semester worth him spending five minutes speaking to alone. Now, although it could be seen that he had two beautiful girls beside him, didn't being able to listen to class seriously prove his life goal of being wholeheartedly devoted to learning?

As for the rest, it could only show his personal charm.

In view of this, Lei Gongpo even blackened Chen Yi's name on the roll call sheet. Students familiar with him knew that was an exam pass.

Eating pancakes, drinking coffee, beautiful girls accompanying him to class—it felt like being a leader: making oneself comfortable and making others suffer.

The male classmates attending class together cried out in injustice, while the girls complained that students from other classes were snatching this class's resources. Cai Qinghua was especially indignant. With his level of being top three in morality, intelligence, physique, beauty, and labor, he had never even encountered a beautiful girl pursuing him, so why did Chen Yi act cool all day, not only having girls from other classes but even from other colleges running to him?

He shouldn't have time to meet beautiful girls!

Ren Yuan watched calmly and spoke a word that revealed the heavenly secret: The Chen Group is worth tens of billions; how long have you graduated, and can you become a manager at Chen?

So Cai Qinghua didn't make a sound anymore.

Indeed, if the Chen Group couldn't hold up, even if Chen Zhongguo returned to power and built another tens-of-billions group, it would still take ten or twenty years, and whether Chen Congyu had such energy and grandeur was unknown.

But the current Chen Group, once it paid off the bank's short-term loans, its foundation would be firmly rooted; afterward, if nothing unexpected happened, losing some branches and developing slowly wouldn't hurt its muscles and bones.

The beautiful girl sitting beside Chen Yi now used LV and wore Gucci, obviously a rich young lady; who knew if she had received her family's instructions and encouragement to come to this major to fish for a golden turtle son-in-law.

Watching the beautiful senior who could save him ten years of struggle leave the classroom with a disappointed twist of her buttocks, Cai Qinghua's indignation nearly reached its peak.

He desperately thought, what move could make Chen Yi uncomfortable, but he just couldn't think of one—his class position, people didn't take it seriously at all; the Student Union's work, the counselor didn't support it, not a bit of value could be brought out; his personal martial strength was equally pitiful, and verbal attacks would likely be besieged by the girls.

The more he couldn't think of one, the more uncomfortable Cai Qinghua felt, and so the more desperately he had to think.

Until class ended, he remained in a state of mental daze.

The color-changing little lizard crawled out of the flesh crevice comfortably, exclaiming: "So comfortable, Sun, I'm so thrilled."

"Vulgar." Chen Yi pretended not to hear, closed his eyes, and let it toss about.

The phantom dragon lord calling itself "Apollo" was obviously very dissatisfied with rough palms.

Chen Yi was equally very dissatisfied with its behavior of biting the hand that feeds it.

In the evening, student Chen lifted it by its tail to the garage and forced it to eat a tire.

The pickup truck's tire, including the rim, weighed several tens of jin.

Forced to eat a quarter, the color-changing little lizard cried.

It howled while eating: "I'm still young, suitable for eating metal... I'm still young, suitable for eating metal... I don't want to eat rubber..."

"Who gave you bananas to eat." Chen Yi had a face full of black lines, kicked it with his foot, making a "clang" sound, like a bell ringing.

The color-changing little lizard made a "pu" sound, its buttocks blown up by the strong airflow.

A strong smell of iron rust and burnt rubber mixed together permeated the garage.

Chen Yi couldn't help covering his nose.

"Apollo" said wronged and ashamed: "What I ate just now hasn't been digested yet."

"Eat quickly." Chen Yi hummed twice; he covered his nose with one hand, lifted a foot to look, and with the other hand went to turn on the ventilator, like performing a juggling act.

The soft calfskin shoe sole was nearly coming unglued; if it weren't for his qualified body technique, his toes would probably be swollen from hitting now.

With the pet ring in hand, the little lizard had to obey his direct orders, so it could only continue to bury itself in the pitch-black tire, chewing hard.

After a while, it cried again, roaring: "I can't eat anymore."

"Eat."

The chameleon had to lower its head, and after a while lay belly-up again, howling: "Bring some metal to go with the meal."

Chen Yi had sweat all over his face, saying: "What does metal to go with the meal mean?"

The little lizard had teary eyes, puffing its cheeks: "Pure, pure metal is fine. Rubber is so bitter."

"Isn't the car made of steel?"

"It has carbon, so bitter."

No wonder it's a lizard that got ravaged by female students at university — it even knows elemental knowledge. Or rather, besides watching TV every day, it mainly focuses on knowledge in this area.

Chen Yi glanced at the garage door; the standalone residential complex in front of the school was very quiet. He tossed the little lizard onto the bed of the pickup truck and said, "I'm going out to get you some metal to go with your meal; by the time I get back, you'd better have eaten another 100 jin."

However you put it, these words sound weird.

The little lizard puffed out its cheeks and said, "30 jin."

"No room for bargaining." As Chen Yi spoke, he opened the door and said, "A whole pickup truck eaten in half a month, and you said you grew a bit? If you don't speed up, when will you ever finish?"

The little lizard stuck its butt out pitifully, using all its strength to shout, "Then bring some heavy metal."

"Got it." Chen Yi backhandedly locked the garage door.

On Earth, trash like sub-dragons — there's absolutely no need to worry about their safety; ordinary knives, axes, spears, and bullets can't kill it.

If it accidentally gets lost, the Summoning Ring can call it back.

Those Mages who don't go to the battlefield love support-type Mounts the most — of course, not the clever, annoying, overly outstanding types like the Illusion Dragon.

The garage is in a newly built residential complex, a place under renovation; what's least lacking is hardware stores, and they always stay open very late.

The Boss was watching TV; seeing a Customer, he enthusiastically pressed the remote and said with a smile, "What do you need?"

"That copper coil — is it pure copper?"

"That's a generator." The Boss's interest greatly diminished at once — doesn't know goods.

"I'll take two. How much." Chen Yi said, already fishing out his wallet.

The Boss asked doubtfully, "Rent or buy?"

The construction parties in the complex occasionally use generators, but aside from larger companies, foremen still prefer to rent.

Chen Yi blinked and honestly said, "Buy."

"3600 each, two for 7000." The customer didn't ask, the Boss didn't volunteer model or power specs, happy to make a small killing.

A matter of a few thousand yuan, Chen Yi couldn't care less; the existence of rich kids is precisely to provide opportunities for society's resource redistribution. Look at it openly, and this increases social mobility.

Ancient Chinese landlords, every time they earned money they stored it in cellars, resulting in frequent currency shortages on the market; compared to exploiting tenants, this point is even more hateful.

A wasteful rich man is, in the final analysis, a good rich man.

A stingy rich man is, in the final analysis, a cancer on society.

Chen Yi walked a circle in the store, picked up iron nails and put them down; the iron implements people use daily are not pure iron.

He finally pointed at the thermometers on the wall and said, "The ones that use mercury — get me a few boxes."

New household thermometers mostly use alcohol instead of mercury, but the latter has the advantage of high precision; hardware stores and such places still tend toward this type.

"5 yuan a stick, I have... 80 sticks." The Boss absolutely regretted stocking too few thermometers.

Chen Yi silently handed over his card, then lifted a generator with one hand and drifted out of the hardware store.

The Boss turned back, turned on the remote, watched two minutes of TV, then suddenly ran to where the generators were placed, used both hands with force, and only with difficulty lifted one half a meter high.

He couldn't help but shiver, a desire to pack up and flee rising in him.

Chen Yi returned to the garage; the little lizard was still eating while crying, like background music at a Mexican restaurant.

He first tossed the copper coil aside, took out a thermometer, and smashed it right there on the truck bed, saying, "A bit of mercury — let's see if you like it."

The color-changing little lizard pounced over like flight, leaving afterimages in the air.

Chen Yi looked up then down; the mercury beads on the ground were gone.

The little lizard's face showed anger: "What a waste — Spirit Water will be polluted."

Chen Yi froze, then said, "Oxidation, right? You call this Spirit Water."

He pulled out another thermometer.

"Don't smash it, I'll suck it." The little lizard put its mouth to it, bit the glass open itself, and drank the mercury inside like drinking a coconut, shuddering comfortably all over and saying, "Spirit Water — the mercury you speak of is a basic material for alchemy; the Saipoga Duchy has to buy quite a lot from other Kingdoms every year."

Finished speaking, it half-expectantly, half-threateningly said, "Give me 10 kilograms of mercury, let me grow another section, and in a few days I'll be able to eat this thing."

The little lizard's feet pointed upward — it had already made up its mind; if Chen Yi disagreed, it would roll on the ground crying and making a scene.

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