Chapter 97: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 97: Class and Tea Tasting

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi suddenly looked sensitively toward the right side.

In that instant, all the battle qi around him gathered into a mass, ready for his use at any time.

The Magic Net seemed to wake up.

Further away, the gas representing Magic Network Energy silently and soundlessly centered on Chen Yi, rolling and concentrating.

In a world without mages and knights, Magic Network Energy that almost no one had ever drawn upon was pure and pure, without any interference, rich and powerful.

If Grand Mage Timothy were present, he would surely sigh at Earth's unique advantage.

Accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, yet a place where consumption was extremely rare, like virgin land of Magic Network Energy, untouched by Mage Seals, Sealing Arrays, and other such collateral influences...

Every change in energy was as standard and pleasing as a textbook.

For magic apprentices who often found it difficult to contact the Magic Net, Earth could be called a treasure land.

But only when Chen Yi enjoyed it alone did it become so enviable...

Rarity makes things precious, and the Magic Net is no exception.

Stanik's whole body tensed up.

The moment Chen Yi stared at him, he actually felt as if he were being stared at by a brown bear—this was his worst memory before age sixteen, a child facing a colossus weighing 600 kilograms, the fear gene of being eaten rising from the deepest corner of his heart and spreading through his whole body in an instant...

"Impossible!" Stanik stood in the center of the restaurant, as if trapped in a whirlpool, unable to move a step.

People were everywhere around him, but he felt helpless—helpless, a word he had not felt for how many years.

"More terrifying than the 'Teutonic' of the Teaching Knight Order." Stanik stood solemnly on the spot, not daring to take another step forward.

The courage to challenge was completely and cleanly lost.

Chen Yi looked at him for another 10 seconds, then focused his attention on the steamed bun in front of him, tearing it into pieces with his sharp teeth.

After a long while, Stanik stepped back and left the canteen.

The words of challenge were never spoken.

His courage was gone; continuing to entangle would be meaningless.

Stanik walked out of the canteen, staring directly at the sun until his eyes stung before stopping.

He endured the physiological reaction of his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and called his tutor.

After the call connected, his mood gradually calmed down.

Besides the handsome foreign young man, others only felt a faint breeze blowing by, who knew that was energy surging.

After eating several steamed buns, breakfast was about to end.

Ren Yuan pulled Chen Yi and said a few more good words, repeatedly reminding him: "This weekend, definitely, definitely."

Then he left in a hurry with several dead party friends.

This canteen was mostly frequented by freshmen; once someone started leaving, 80 percent of the people would be gone in an instant.

Lin Yuan was disturbed by Ren Yuan and had no time to proceed step by step.

She could not be late for military training, and worried she would not have a chance to persuade this guy who was not beneficial to the class collective, so she grabbed Chen Yi and said: "You and that Korean overseas student, what exactly is going on?"

Chen Yi would not accept her approach and immediately frowned.

Lin Yuan knew it was not good and tried to change her wording: "I mean, your relationship with her, how far has it gone..."

Still not a good question.

Chen Yi indeed was impolite: "If my mother asked that, I might consider it; you don't need to worry. If you're bored, email me first."

After speaking, he left with his head held high.

Lin Yuan behind him was so angry she wanted to cry, chasing after him: "I'm doing it for the good of the collective, and also out of concern for you."

Chen Yi glanced back at her and said: "What's good for the collective isn't necessarily good for me, and concern for me is completely unnecessary. Everyone just does their own duty, and the world will be peaceful."

"I'm not..." Lin Yuan wanted to say something more, but it was already too late.

After the brief little episode, Class Monitor Adult indeed no longer came to bother Chen Yi.

Miss Liu Xinyu did not appear again either, just like the existence of any counselor.

Chen Yi spent his military training time freely, except for occasionally receiving instruction from Holy Knight Adult in the Saint Qiao Kingdom, or sitting in his room in New York or Jiangning, manipulating Gold Source International.

Due to the natural superiority of Lightning Trading, he was able to make some beneficial or useless attempts within the rules, on one hand accumulating experience, and on the other hand simply being idle.

When the date for formal classes finally arrived, Chen Yi, raised fair and tender, sat among a group of dark and grimy military training students, which was indeed somewhat embarrassing.

Without introduction, the students naturally came to know Chen Yi.

After all, they were all young people who had just come of age or were not yet of age, and Chen Yi had long passed the era of putting on airs, so everyone soon got along well.

Lin Yuan was quite pleased like an elder, while Cai Huaqing and other classmates were slightly disappointed.

But no matter what, life after classes began was a relatively normal life.

Especially non-major public courses, with hundreds of students gathering together to attend class in a staircase classroom like an auditorium, giving a rather good feeling.

For such courses, Chen Yi was often happy to bring his notebook to listen, and like a normal student, attend classes by famous and interesting professors, and skip boring and vulgar lecturer courses.

One had to admit that besides professional quality that was always higher than the next mountain, in terms of boredom, there was also no limit whatsoever.

On Friday, Chen Yi as usual went to listen to Political Economics Introduction.

The lecturer was Professor Lei Gongpo.

The man lived up to his name; this gentleman who had just passed his 50th birthday claimed to be in the prime of life, and liked to cause a sensation in everything he said and did.

To put it disrespectfully, he liked to boast. In addition, since what he taught was related to politics, Professor Lei Gongpo could attract a full hall of students to listen and cheer in every class.

As for whether what was said is truth, that belongs to the matter of "the wise see wisdom." But regardless, being able to have one's own thoughts, one's own will, rather than reciting by rote according to book content, already explains his level.

Three minutes before class started, the enthusiastic freshmen had packed the 500-person staircase classroom full to bursting, as if a celebrity were giving a lecture.

In fact, the courses of famous professors at Jiang University's main campus truly are many times higher than celebrity lectures.

It is precisely because it is Jiangning University; if it were an ordinary university with insufficient resources, undergraduates wouldn't see professor-level figures more than a few times a year — even those promoted to professor by seniority — they have their own projects and missions, have their own graduate students to abuse, truly too busy to attend to undergraduates.

Professor Lei Gongpo merely teaches freshmen 10 sessions per year; the difference is, his courses constantly improve, every session different, which counts as quite dedicated.

Han Jie ran into the staircase classroom, panting.

Her own major was urban planning, just like Chen Yi's previous resistance, chosen within the scope delineated by her parents, somewhat related to interests and hobbies, yet not too greatly connected.

So when she had time, Han Jie would also be like other students, going to listen to some public elective courses of interest.

She held a large thermos, found Chen Yi's seat, and only then smiled brightly, climbing the steps all the way, exuding a charming fragrance.

Chen Yi shifted to the left side, yielding the saved seat, and asked with a smile: "Just finished class?"

The two had a tacit understanding, meeting in several public electives, counting as a continuation of their elementary school classmate bond — at least Chen Yi thought so.

Han Jie pouted and said: "Yeah, boring architecture, what does urban planning have to do with roof design."

She then smiled broadly: "Roll call today, I attended half a class, then went back to the dorm to get tea ware..."

She produced a wooden box like a magic trick, took out two glass cups from it, placed them respectively before the two, then put tea leaves in each, opened the thermos, passed the steaming water to Chen Yi to smell, and said smiling: "Yuquan Mountain water, Dongting East Mountain's Biluochun, I specially asked Grandpa for it, you're blessed."

As they spoke, boiling hot water poured into the cups, turning into clear jade-green tea soup, a faint fruity fragrance and green leaf aroma rising up.

Han Jie tapped the water, smiled shallowly: "Want a taste? Dongting Biluochun grows in orchards, so it has fruity fragrance; other places don't have it."

Two people brewing tea in a large classroom of hundreds, truly acting as if no one else were there.

Such a thing, Chen Yi couldn't pull off, but Han Jie could completely do it.

People around turned their heads, smelled the fresh fragrance, saw Han Jie's tea-brewing smile, and besides madly swallowing saliva, couldn't utter a word of complaint.

Chen Yi was also carefree, tasting unconcernedly as if no one else were there.

Fine, he pretentiously smacked his lips, shook his head and swayed: "Tastes good, don't know why it tastes good."

Han Jie couldn't help smiling, coquettishly chiding: "The tea I brew, even Grandpa says is good. The ancients said, for brewing tea, spring water is first, river water second, well water third. Baotou Spring has dried up now; remaining Yuquan Mountain water, not to say it's the best, is about the same. I'm riding on Liang Shushu's coattails to get a can, boiled to 100 degrees, by the time I came to the classroom it had just cooled to seventy or eighty degrees, don't look at the crude utensils, not a single required step was omitted."

Chen Yi looked left and right, nitpicking: "You're using glass cups, right? The ancients all used zisha teapots and such."

Bystanders immediately pricked up their ears listening; zisha teapots worth tens of thousands or even millions are everywhere, almost becoming standard tea-tasting utensils.

Unexpectedly, Han Jie poked Chen Yi's forehead with her finger, said softly: "Zisha teapots are for brewing oolong tea, pu'er tea, which southerners like to drink; for Biluochun, glass cups are best, the ancients wanted to use transparent cups too, unfortunately lacked the conditions... look at the white hairs on top, they could only watch for 20 seconds before, once sunk to the bottom there was nothing to appreciate."

She was still quite proud of herself.

Chen Yi just needed something to drink, treating it as a decent break between classes; white hairs and such, he really didn't find beautiful.

As for the students originally holding skeptical attitudes, they had long since lowered their flags and silenced their drums, sitting properly in their seats — with that level of skill, they'd better not go up and embarrass themselves.

Professor Lei Gongpo entered the classroom with a huge commotion.

Chen Yi and Han Jie bore tranquil expressions, each holding a cup of green tea complete in color, fragrance, and flavor, sipping leisurely, as if at leisure.

University isn't just for leisure, is it.

The professor saw the two tea-drinking students from afar, and without even a bit of curiosity, began lowering his head to organize his lesson plan.

A classroom isn't a prison, drinking some water, saying a couple sentences, all count as normal things.

How would he know, they actually treated the classroom as a tea-tasting venue.

After slight preparation, Lei Gongpo used a voice like rolling thunder, said loudly: "Before formal lecturing begins, let's first chat a bit, talk about the recent stock market."

Everyone's spirits lifted; the most interesting part of the whole class was the idle chat, when it really came to lecturing, it was ultimately inseparable from tedium.

Lei Gongpo naturally knew where his class's attraction lay, so the idle chats were all meticulously prepared. He smiled and said: "The stock market I speak of is not China's stock market, but America's stock market. What we're discussing today is a new type of financial product called high-frequency trading..."

As he spoke, he wrote the four large characters "High-Frequency Trading" on the blackboard.

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