Chapter 120: Only My Unique Method Chapter 120: Reporting Bird

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In university, Advanced Mathematics professors have always been rather cool existences.

Different campuses circulate different stories. Professors of the Cheng Yaojin style who lecture 30 pages, 50 pages, even 100 pages in a single class; professors of the Forbidden Spell style who only write on the blackboard and basically don't speak; professors of the Legendary style who can mentally calculate calculus; professors of the Butcher style who make the whole class "not a single one spared" all fail; professors of the Prison Guard style who roll call and test questions without missing a single one...

Qiu Professor of Jiangning University rather commonly combines the latter two traits, a prison guard butcher who kills without blinking. Attending his class and not attending his class are both very stressful.

Not attending carries the possibility of being roll-called and slaughtered; attending carries the possibility of being questioned and slaughtered. Especially the latter, losing all dignity, most deeply hated.

So, the students who had no choice but to come to the classroom, suddenly seeing Chen Yi who had been missing for two weeks, discovering his first "appearance" was actually in the Advanced Mathematics class, couldn't help but be extremely surprised, and expressed considerable admiration for his brave behavior. Someone hurriedly ran to the Wei Sheng Jian to make tea, preparing to watch the show.

Chen Yi nodded lightly at a few classmates he recognized.

He counts as a class edge person, this is also a common state for Aristocratic Scions. But coming to a few classes now and then, he always remembers a few names.

Lin Yuanxin felt it was bad, relying on the last two minutes, hugging her textbook she came to Chen Yi's side, saying: "What do you want to do?"

"Attend class?" Chen Yi calmly spread out his scratch paper, pressing the Curse Ink on top. The small black glass bottle, like an exquisite artwork, simple yet pretty.

Lin Yuan still views the world very beautifully, uncertainly saying: "Really just attending class?"

As she spoke, she lightly hooked a finger under the spaghetti strap of her sundress.

Tender white skin, similarly hooked up a series of associations and scrutiny from Chen Yi.

Right in summer, open-toed fashion shoes and cool skirts are what female students with good figures like most. And on Lin Yuan, the simple floral pattern appears even more generous; that bearing and temperament could rival the socialites seen at the Washington Banquet. One thinks, if she could change into a beautiful Latex Dress, it would surely highlight her qualities even more.

While Chen Yi secretly evaluated, he smiled: "Really just attending class, purely for leisure."

As he spoke, he drew a small circle on the scratch paper with his pen, simultaneously thinking silently: "Let Lin Yuan's clothing strap break."

With a "Pop" sound, Lin Yuan's complexion suddenly changed.

Chen Yi hurriedly turned his head, but saw the sundress intact, Lin Yuan covering her chest with her hand.

Could it be—

A bra strap?

The corner of Chen Yi's mouth curled up.

Lin Yuan attempted to stand up and go to the Wei Sheng Jian, but Qiu Professor entered at this moment, so she could only helplessly sit back down. Fortunately the two sat in almost the last row, she could still think of other methods.

Chen Yi held back a face full of wicked laughter, turning his head slightly to the left. Leaving Lin Yuan a bit of private space.

But his mind was thinking about the Curse Ink's release process.

When he first got the ink, he did a little simple testing, but not comprehensive. As far as currently known, the so-called 1 kilogram of force, when destroying some object, seems to examine the object's minimum stress value more; only if the minimum stress is below 1 kilogram will it produce an effect.

In other words, the Curse Power in operation is not released targeting a specific point or line, but as if there is an invisible hand doing these things.

Therefore, if cursing a strap to break, it is as if a hand tries to tear the strap apart—and a knife-cut effect cannot appear.

If cursing a person's heart to shatter, it is as if a hand squeezes the heart—and a needle-puncture effect cannot appear.

The true power of Curse Power on the Battlefield lies in being able to bypass the human body's hard muscles, bones and other protections, directly reaching the most fragile places. Some Warriors with very strong Magic Resistance, when facing Curses, also appear quite fragile.

However, under the same Spellcasting conditions, other Mages can cast linked fireballs, while a Curse Mage can only kill a single Soldier—in Mage Battles, Curse System Mages have even weaker Battlefield survival ability. Therefore, in Holy Qiao where Magic is prosperous, there is basically no necessity or possibility for these Heretics to survive. Only in Magic-barren Lands can limited Masters arbitrarily choose sufficiently talented Disciples, and thus let their family's Magic be able to exert slightly stronger power.

On the other hand, regarding Chen Yi's Curse release this time, if the Curse Word is not clear enough, resulting in multiple choices, this Curse Hand will choose the relatively easier item. For example, a bra strap is easier to tear than a sundress strap...

Thinking here, Chen Yi turned back to look; Lin Yuan's hand covering her chest had already disappeared. She hugged a book against her chest, looking like she was seriously starting to listen to the lecture; people who didn't know would absolutely be deceived by her.

Chen Yi is absolutely an insider.

His gaze slowly moved, like a frog seeking a mosquito, carefully observing, and thereby confirming: behind the sundress, there were no marks of a strap being pressed in.

It appears, she just now took the opportunity to pull off the bra and put it in... her bag.

The corner of Chen Yi's mouth pressed into a trace of a smile, thinking: The current Class Monitor is actually wearing a vacuum outfit. Truly fashionable.

The thin sundress, if not covered by the book, who knows how much might be revealed.

Qiu Professor began lecturing in a rambling way.

His habit is quite special; the opening tone is extremely loud, then gradually lowers, then right before you fall asleep, he roars loudly, restarting from a loud tone and gradually getting quieter again...

Chen Yi drew another circle in his small notebook, cursing: "Let Qiu Professor's pants zipper drop down."

Waited a few seconds, nothing happened.

Chen Yi frowned and thought for a while, suddenly nudged Lin Yuan: "What is Qiu Professor's true name?"

Lin Yuan was startled, nearly throwing the book in her hand; even so, her trembling arm drove her soft breasts, letting them sway up and down flamboyantly a few times.

Chen Yi's gaze was deep and forceful.

Lin Yuan covered her chest, glared with big eyes, rudely saying: "Qiu Zesheng. He said it in the first class."

"No wonder I didn't know." Chen Yi said, placing his pen on the circle just drawn, continuing to curse: "Let Qiu Zesheng's pants zipper drop down."

Three seconds later, a "Zip" sound rang out, shocking the whole room.

Qiu Zesheng's pants zipper, as if it had come alive, gaped open left and right, facing the whole room, revealing the red Underwear inside.

Whispered quiet laughter rapidly transformed into fearless and unrestrained loud laughter.

The so-called law does not punish the multitude has always been what students apply best.

The Professor's face rapidly flushed red to the Underwear color. He hurriedly stood back behind the Lecture Platform, zipped up his fly, and self-mockingly said: "Embarrassed, I'm 48 this year."

The whole room erupted in loud laughter again.

"Not too bad a teacher." Chen Yi evaluated a sentence, then drew another small black circle on the tabletop: "Let Qiu Zesheng's pants zipper drop down."

Just as he turned back to the blackboard, holding the Textbook facing the students, preparing to use a serious attitude and extremely difficult formulas to shift attention, Qiu Professor heard "Zip" again.

This person's face rapidly pulled to the same color as the blackboard.

Some student below suddenly shouted a sentence: "No wonder it's called the Reporting Bird!"

That was the badge on the professor's waistband giving him away.

The uproarious laughter could no longer be held back.

Chen Yi also laughed until tears streamed down, his head buried in his arms, fists pounding the table. While laughing he thought, Curse Ink and the like, it's equal to a portable playground.

No matter how serious Lin Yuan was, at this moment she also couldn't help her whole body trembling with laughter.

The professor's exposed red underwear, just as the classmate said, was truly a Reporting Bird.

Laughing hard, the book Lin Yuan had blocked against her chest was tossed aside, and Chen Yi's eyesight was good; in one sweep he caught sight of those two protruding round dots.

Taking that as the center, it was very easy to distinguish the breast shape from the clothing's wrinkles.

After a simple judgment, Chen Yi effortlessly brain-supplemented the scene of Lin Yuan's chest trembling, as if he could see through the clothing.

Thanks to the infused Source Energy, it can effectively improve bodily functions, including intelligence. The current Chen Yi, even without using a Scroll, should have an IQ above 130, counting as a smart person.

Just as he was feasting his eyes, a soft touch came from his left hand side.

Chen Yi hurriedly turned his head — it was actually Liu Xinyu taking the opportunity to arrive at the classroom.

"What matter?" Chen Yi's face turned cold in a flash.

Thinking back just now, his unguarded self really was somewhat dangerous.

If Liu Xinyu harbored ill intentions...

The latter seemingly didn't know his thoughts, nodded toward Lin Yuan, and said: "I need you to help with something."

"What do you mean?"

"I've waited for you several days." Liu Xinyu appeared slightly unable to bring herself to say it, paused, then asked again: "Is it possible?"

Chen Yi's greater attention was on Liu Xinyu's chest placed on the desk.

Hemispherical peaks, lying across every day must be somewhat tiring. Placed on the tabletop they appeared even more relaxed and large.

The former was what Liu Xinyu cared about, the latter was what Chen Yi cared about.

"I want to ask you for help." Liu Xinyu asked a third time, clearly it was extremely urgent. She even couldn't be bothered to scold Chen Yi.

"Not doing it." Classmate Chen's answer was clear and definite; he just didn't want to get involved in these mysterious troublesome matters.

"To you, it's just a small matter." Liu Xinyu had come prepared; her deliberately lowered voice carried a sexy rising inflection, and she said: "I just want to ask you to find Zhu Guangliang to grab a person. If you're unwilling, I'll have to send all your data straight to Headquarters. At that time, there will definitely be people who take an interest in you."

She threatened: "You want to comfortably be an Aristocratic Scion, no problem, but if you don't help, from now on you'll be busy to death."

"Help you once, there'll be a second time, a third time."

"There won't be." Liu Xinyu followed up with determination, revealing a bit of information: "The person I want Zhu Guangliang to grab is an Inspector dispatched to Jiangning by the Organization. Get rid of him, and for several months they won't have new personnel to send."

"Just that simple?" Chen Yi didn't believe it. If Liu Xinyu acted as an insider, grabbing an Inspector would surely not be hard, but this would probably also expose her Organization to Zhu Guangliang and the others.

So, even if the so-called "Human Development Research Society" was an organization long known to them, losing a senior member would still risk countless secrets being lost...

"Won't let you help for nothing. I can help you cover up your identity. Moreover I have many channels you don't know; there's always something you'll need." Liu Xinyu stared straight at Chen Yi.

Lin Yuan stopped smiling, not knowing what the Counselor was discussing with Chen Yi, and also looked over.

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