207: Chapter 207 Beijing Casino

Kyoto University, Practical Combat Academy.

The massive Lecture Hall One on the third floor was now a roaring, seething mass of humanity, the noise and heat threatening to lift the roof right off.

The corridor outside was packed.

It wasn't just freshmen from the Practical Combat Academy; students from the Alchemy Academy, the Forging Academy, and even the Literature and History Academy had skipped their own classes, craning their necks and jostling to get inside.

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought a Martial Sage had arrived to give a lecture, or that some top-tier celebrity was holding a concert.

But in reality, this was Professor Lin Fan's class, 'Battlefield Resource Studies.'

"Stop pushing! Everyone, stop pushing!"

"If you want to attend class, swipe your card first! Anyone without credits, step back!"

Qin Feng, dressed in a crisp teaching assistant uniform, stood at the entrance maintaining order.

He was riding high these days.

As Lin Fan's number one lackey... ahem, his chief teaching assistant, his status at Kyoto University had risen accordingly.

Those scions of prestigious families who used to barely give him the time of day now had to address him respectfully as 'Brother Qin' when they came begging for a purchase slot for a 'Supreme blind box.'

Inside the classroom.

The neat rows of desks and chairs had long been pushed to the sides, clearing a large open space in the middle.

Lin Fan sat in a traditional armchair, holding a steaming cup of spiritual tea, his face wearing that trademark nuclear-friendly smile.

Before him lay a mountain-like pile of blind boxes.

"Godfather! Please! I beg you, bless me with a gold-tier item!"

A thin, frail-looking male student knelt before the pile of blind boxes, hands clasped together in prayer, as devout as if worshipping a deity.

His name was Li Gou, a student from Class C of the Practical Combat Academy. With only an A-grade talent, he might have been considered a genius back in his hometown, but at Kyoto University, he was practically invisible.

But ever since attending Lin Fan's class, the trajectory of his life had completely changed.

Last week, gritting his teeth, he spent all his savings to buy a 'Premium blind box' from Lin Fan and actually pulled out a bottle of B-grade 'Berserk Potion.'

Relying on that potion, during yesterday's monthly assessment, he had somehow managed to defeat an opponent with A+ grade talent, surpassing his own level.

That single battle had completely cemented the reputation of Lin Fan's 'blind box' teaching method.

Now, the students no longer saw this as simple shopping.

It was a faith.

A faith in defying fate and changing one's destiny.

"Sincerity begets blessings,"

Lin Fan said with a beaming smile, looking at Li Gou as he casually picked up a red blind box and handed it over.

"This box has a radiant red glow; I see it has a connection with you. That'll be 50 credits."

Without another word, Li Gou swiped his card.

*Beep!*

As the sound of a successful deduction echoed, Li Gou's trembling hands tore open the packaging.

All eyes were focused on his hands.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

*Crack.*

The box opened.

A dazzling purple light shot up into the air!

"Holy crap, purple light! It's a rare item!"

"Heavens, did this Li Gou kid step in dog crap? Two pulls in a row with good loot?"

"Godfather above! Please accept this humble disciple's bow!"

The crowd instantly erupted.

Li Gou was shaking all over with excitement as he pulled out a purple talisman from the box.

"B-grade... Lightning Escape Talisman!"

"With this, I can save my life even if I run into a Grandmaster Level exotic beast!"

Overwhelmed with joy, Li Gou hugged Lin Fan's leg and wouldn't let go.

"Thank you, Godfather! Thank you, Professor Lin!"

Lin Fan subtly extracted his leg, patted Li Gou on the shoulder, and spoke with profound sincerity.

"Ah, student, you must be mindful of your address."

"In the classroom, you should call me 'teacher.'"

"However... since you've called me so sincerely, as your teacher, I can't let you be at a disadvantage."

"This Lightning Escape Talisman is good, but if used in conjunction with footwear-type equipment, the effect is even better."

As he spoke, Lin Fan, as if performing a magic trick, produced a blue blind box from behind him.

"Only 88 credits. A footwear blind box. You can't lose, you can't be fooled."

Li Gou stared at that blue blind box, his eyes turning red.

The thrill of just having tasted success, combined with Lin Fan's irresistibly tempting sales pitch, instantly shattered his rational defenses.

"I'll buy it! I'll buy it!"

"I'll go borrow credits right now!"

Watching Li Gou frantically borrow credits, the smile on Lin Fan's lips deepened.

This was human nature.

Greed was always the best salesman.

This wasn't teaching a class; it was practically daylight robbery.

And the students were begging and crying for him to rob them.

"Next!"

Qin Feng shouted loudly.

"Godfather! Pick me! Pick me!"

"I have credits! I want to buy ten!"

"Get lost! I was here first!"

The scene descended into chaos. Students waved their credit cards in the air like a bunch of gamblers waving banknotes.

The entire classroom was a scene of bedlam. Shouts, cheers, and wails rose and fell in waves.

It had completely lost any semblance of a higher education institution. It was a noisy marketplace, or rather, a legal underground casino.

And Lin Fan was the house dealer of this casino.

Not only did he not try to stop it, he was fanning the flames from the sidelines.

"Ah, what a pity, student. You were just a hair's breadth away from pulling an A-grade weapon."

"It's alright, that was just building pity. The next one is sure to have a good drop."

"That student over there, don't lose heart. Failure is the mother of success. How about another top-up of 648... ahem, I mean, how about buying a few more to try your luck?"

Just as the atmosphere in the classroom reached its peak...

Outside in the corridor.

A group of elderly men in Zhongshan suits, their hair graying, were walking slowly forward.

Leading them was a stern-faced old man wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

He was Director Zhang of Kyoto University's Discipline Office, notoriously strict and impartial, nicknamed 'King Yama Zhang.'

Following him were several highly senior professors from the Ancient Martial Arts Academy, the Theory Academy, and the Armament Academy.

They had originally come to inspect the teaching situation and discuss the teaching plan for the next quarter.

But before they even reached Lecture Hall One, the deafening commotion assaulted their ears.

"What is going on here?"

Director Zhang frowned deeply and stopped in his tracks.

"That's Lecture Hall One, isn't it? It should be class time. Why is it as noisy as a marketplace?"

An old professor from the Ancient Martial Arts Academy beside him snorted coldly.

"Who else could it be? That newly hired special professor, Lin Fan."

"Hmph. A brat who's still wet behind the ears, wormed his way into Kyoto University through military connections. What good students could he possibly teach?"

"Let's go take a look."

Director Zhang's face darkened. He clasped his hands behind his back and strode over.

When they squeezed through the crowd in the corridor and reached the classroom entrance...

The sight before them nearly gave these old professors, whose combined ages totaled several centuries, an aneurysm on the spot.

The sacred lectern was piled high with gaudily colored boxes.

Students, faces flushed red, were shouting and screaming like madmen.

Some were kneeling on the ground kowtowing; others were dancing on the desks.

And the so-called Professor Lin was sitting sprawled in his armchair, legs crossed, holding a stack of credit cards, smiling like a Shrewd Merchant.

"It's out! It's out! A golden legendary!"

"Holy shit! An S-grade material fragment!"

"Godfather is awesome! Long live Professor Lin!"

A student who had pulled something good was so excited he ripped his own shirt off and did a lap around the classroom half-naked.

"What a disgrace! This is utterly disgraceful!"

Director Zhang trembled with rage, pointing a shaking finger into the classroom, unable to speak for a long moment.

"What kind of classroom is this? This is clearly a gambling den!"

"Degeneracy! Corruption! This is destroying Kyoto University's century-old reputation!"

The old professor from the Ancient Martial Arts Academy was so angry his beard bristled.

"How is someone like this fit to be a professor? How is someone like this fit to be a teacher and role model?"

"He must be severely punished! He must be expelled!"

"I'm going to see the president right now. If we let this filth continue, Kyoto University is doomed sooner or later!"

The old professors exchanged glances, seeing deep anger mirrored in each other's eyes.

They had taught at this school their entire lives, holding Kyoto University's reputation dearer than their own lives.

Seeing Lin Fan turn a perfectly good classroom into this state was like watching someone desecrate their ancestral graves.

"Let's go. To the president's office."

Director Zhang flicked his sleeve, turned, and walked away.

Inside the classroom.

Lin Fan's keen perception had long since detected the commotion at the door.

He tilted his head slightly, watching the angry, retreating backs of the old men. The smile on his lips didn't fade; instead, it grew more playful.

"Brother Lin, that was King Yama Zhang and his crew..."

Qin Feng leaned over and whispered with some concern.

"Those old fossils are the most troublesome. They're definitely going to complain to the president."

"Complain?"

Lin Fan gave a light laugh and took a sip from his teacup.

"Let them complain."

"When business is too good, it always invites jealousy."

"Besides..."

Lin Fan set down his cup, a glint of sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"If things don't get stirred up, how can I earn all the credits from the entire school's teachers and students?"

He stood up, clapped his hands, and shouted loudly.

"Alright, students! Today's blind boxes are sold out!"

"Those who didn't get one, don't be discouraged. Come early tomorrow!"

"Also, tomorrow we're launching a brand new series: the 'Guaranteed Midterm Exam Pass' blind box. Stay tuned!"

"Whoa!"

The students let out a collective sigh of regret, but it was also filled with anticipation for tomorrow.

Looking at this crowd of thoroughly brainwashed 'leeks,' Lin Fan was in an excellent mood.

Complain?

As long as these students had tasted the sweet rewards, no one would be able to get his class canceled.

After all...

In this world where strength reigned supreme, anything that could make people stronger was the truth.

As for whether this method of getting stronger had a bit of a 'gambling' element to it...

Who cared?

Black cat, white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.

As long as it increased the students' strength, he was a good professor.