183: Chapter 183 Honey Trap?

Lu Cheng certainly couldn't say that he had just seen a shrine maiden from Sakura Island, treated her to fermented bean juice, and then accompanied her on a tour of the Imperial Capital.

So, Lu Cheng just hugged the Little Spirit Fox and sat down on the sofa, looking very calm.

"How could that be? I just went out for a stroll," he said.

"Just getting familiar with the environment!"

The Little Spirit Fox, nestled in his arms, raised its head and let out a "ying," which sounded like it was agreeing with him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The somewhat relaxed atmosphere in the private room instantly tightened.

Shen Guhong said indifferently: "Come in."

The door was pushed open.

A bald man walked in.

He wasn't particularly tall, but his shoulders were broad. He was wearing the teacher's uniform of Imperial Capital No. 1 High School, with a silver school emblem pinned to his cuff.

His head was shiny, his eyebrows were thick and black, but his gaze was very sharp.

As soon as he entered, he scanned everyone.

Then his gaze paused on Lu Cheng for a moment.

Lu Cheng felt a bit puzzled by the way he was looking at him.

The bald man nodded at Shen Guhong.

"Teacher Shen."

Shen Guhong nodded as well.

"Academic Director Zhao."

Only then did Lu Cheng realize that this bald man was the other team leader for the Dragon Nation delegation, the Academic Director of Imperial Capital No. 1 High School, Zhao Mingshan, a peak War General Realm expert.

Zhao Mingshan didn't make small talk for long.

He walked to the center of the living room, waved his hand, and a light screen immediately popped up above the table.

"Since everyone is here, let's briefly discuss the situation for this exchange."

Everyone quieted down.

Lu Cheng found a seat on the side.

The Little Spirit Fox was nestled in his arms, its tail gently resting on his wrist, looking as if it didn't understand but was pretending to be very knowledgeable.

Zhao Mingshan got straight to the point.

"The team coming to the Dragon Nation for the exchange this time is much stronger than the last one."

"The ones we need to pay the most attention to are the Nordic Union and the Tianlan Ancient Kingdom."

Several sets of data popped up on the light screen.

On the Nordic Union side, there was a photo of a blonde youth standing on a snowy plain.

The youth carried a silver bow, had a crescent moon mark on his forehead, and a phantom of a hunting god vaguely appeared behind him.

Reinhardt Moon-Hunter.

Northern European God-Child.

Peak Meridian Opening Realm.

It is said that he inherited part of the power of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and the moon, and once killed a peak Hua Hai Realm exotic beast alone.

Zhao Mingshan tapped his fingertip on the light screen.

"The Nordic Union has many relic resources. Since the Great Cataclysm, they have been excavating mythological relics."

"Many of their power systems are related to ancient gods and mythological remnants."

"This Reinhardt is the most dazzling person of their generation."

"The other six people besides him are no pushovers either..."

Heavenly King Lin crossed his arms and snorted.

"God-Child?"

"The name is certainly grand."

Gu Changqing didn't speak, just let his gaze fall on the photo of the silver bow.

Sword cultivators naturally feel a bit displeased when looking at archers.

Zhao Mingshan switched the screen again.

This time, there were no specific photos on the light screen.

There were only seven blurry figures.

Tianlan Ancient Kingdom.

A mysterious ancient kingdom that had been sealed off.

Lu Cheng looked at the seven black shadows and raised an eyebrow slightly.

This information was too perfunctory.

It was even more censored than a mosaic.

Zhao Mingshan's voice lowered a few notches.

"The Tianlan Ancient Kingdom is the biggest variable this time."

"Since the Great Cataclysm, the impact of relics on the development of human civilization has been immense."

"The Nordic Union has many mythological relics, while the Tianlan Ancient Kingdom has many ancient civilization relics."

"They have been sealed for many years, and the outside world hardly knows how far their younger generation has come."

"This time they sent seven young people around the age of twenty, saying they were here to gain experience... but that kind of talk should be taken with a grain of salt."

The light screen switched again.

The information on Eagle Country cyborg Adam Gray appeared before everyone.

Black hair and gray eyes, pale skin, wearing a special combat suit, with mechanical neural tubes vaguely visible behind his spine.

"On the Eagle Country side, they rely relatively more on physical modification and technological integration."

"Adam Gray, early Hua Hai Realm."

"His recovery ability is very strong, and it is suspected that mythological remains and pollution factors have been transplanted into his body."

"When you encounter him, do not treat him as a normal human martial artist."

"Most of the Eagle Country's martial artists are of this type, and everyone's level is on par with Adam..."

Jiang Xuance touched his chin.

"Sounds like artificial monsters."

Zhao Mingshan didn't deny it. "Pretty much."

Finally, the light screen jumped to Sakura Island.

There was only one photo.

Jinguji Ayane.

A black-haired shrine maiden, in white and red shrine robes, holding a sacred sword, with a cold expression.

Zhao Mingshan said: "As for Sakura Island, you only need to pay attention to this one person."

"Jinguji Ayane."

"Mid Meridian Opening Realm, but has a record of killing a mid Hua Hai Realm exotic beast."

"Her power system leans towards sealing, spirit manipulation, barriers, and soul-slashing. The others are called ninjas, but none of them have the ability to fight above their rank."

Ye Beihan nodded seriously.

"Very strong."

As Zhao Mingshan spoke to this point, he suddenly glanced at Shen Guhong.

"According to past practice, the Navigator Academy would have at least three spots."

Shen Guhong didn't speak.

Zhao Mingshan continued: "But the Dragon Nation's new student exchange failed last year, and the spots were compressed."

"The Navigator Academy only kept one seat this time."

Everyone's gaze fell on Lu Cheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Cheng: "..."

I get it.

No wonder Mei Wushuang was so angry, and you're saying this right in front of me...

Zhao Mingshan coughed.

"So this time, we are not just here for a normal exchange."

"We are also here to take back what we lost last year."

Heavenly King Lin put his giant axe to the side, the axe handle hit the ground with a dull thud.

"Then we'll fight to get it back."

Gu Changqing said indifferently: "Acceptable."

Xu Xinglan looked at these two, sighed... these people only have fighting and killing in their heads~

Zhao Mingshan briefly explained the subsequent arrangements.

The official exchange is still a few days away. Tomorrow is mainly for adapting to the venue and announcing the competition content. The day after tomorrow there will be an internal coordination session, and the day after that, we will start meeting with representatives from all sides.

After finishing, everyone dispersed one after another.

Lu Cheng stood up, holding the Little Spirit Fox, preparing to return to his room to rest.

It had been a busy day.

He just wanted to take a shower and sleep now.

As a result, just as he walked to the door of the private room, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Student Lu."

Lu Cheng turned back.

Tang Zhiwei stood under the light, her light purple coat making her complexion even paler. The silver bell on her wrist jingled slightly with her movement, and the sound was very soft.

"Are you free tonight?"

Lu Cheng blinked.

"Something up?"

Tang Zhiwei smiled slightly.

"It's my first time in the Imperial Capital, and I'm not familiar with some places."

"I heard just now that you know this area quite well, could I trouble you to accompany me to get something to eat?"

Lu Cheng was silent for a second.

He knows the Imperial Capital well?

Before today, he relied on navigation himself.

But as soon as Tang Zhiwei said this, the Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Bad Luck in Lu Cheng's mind suddenly vibrated gently.

Lu Cheng looked at the gentle smile on Tang Zhiwei's face.

Tang Family of Shu.

Thousand-Mechanism Poison Bone.

Skilled in hidden weapons and poison.

The sense of danger from this girl was much more real than the smile on her face.

However, Lu Cheng did not refuse; instead, he smiled.

"Sure."

"It just so happens I haven't eaten my fill either."

The Little Spirit Fox poked its head out of his arms and looked at Tang Zhiwei with blue eyes.

"Ying."

Lu Cheng lowered his head and touched it.

"Don't worry, you won't go hungry."

Tang Zhiwei's smile deepened.

"Then I'll trouble Student Lu."

The two left the hotel.

Tang Zhiwei took Lu Cheng to a very quiet restaurant.

The private room was not big, the light was dim, and there were a few exquisite side dishes on the table, as well as a pot of low-alcohol spirit fruit wine.

Tang Zhiwei was very good at chatting.

She wasn't as direct as Xu Xinglan, nor as cold and hard as Qian Shuying.

She spoke very softly and could always pick up the topic at just the right time.

She asked Lu Cheng if he was tired from the battle at the Qian Family, asked if the training at the Navigator Academy was hard, and complimented the Little Spirit Fox for being beautiful.

The Little Spirit Fox shrank into Lu Cheng's arms vigilantly, not paying much attention to her.

Lu Cheng ate while watching Tang Zhiwei pour wine for herself.

This girl wasn't just inviting him to dinner tonight.

But he wasn't in a hurry either.

Since she wanted to act, he would play along with her.

After three rounds of drinks.

Tang Zhiwei's cheeks were stained with a shallow red, and her eyes seemed a bit softer.

She raised her hand to support her forehead, and her body leaned slightly towards Lu Cheng.

"Sorry..."

"I think I drank a bit too much."

As she spoke, she leaned against Lu Cheng, her whole body pressed against him...

The maiden's fragrance wafted over... faintly mixed with a hint of seduction.

Lu Cheng reached out to support her shoulders, and his hands began to grope around her body.

The system space opened silently.

The three poison needles in her cuffs, the micro-camera in the hidden clasp on her waist, the image-recording chip in her hairpin, and the communication talisman hidden in the silver bell, were all taken by him.

Tang Zhiwei leaned on him, a flash of imperceptible coldness in her eyes.

Heh.

Men.

They really are all the same.

She lowered her eyes, and her voice became softer.

"Student Lu... I feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Can you take me back to the hotel?"

Lu Cheng looked down at her.

There was still that careless smile on his face.

"Sure."

"Let's go."

On the way back to the hotel, Lu Cheng first contacted Director Shen, told him about the current situation, and asked him to help take care of the little tail.

Tang Zhiwei acted as if she were really drunk.

Her steps were a bit unsteady, and she would occasionally lean on Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng didn't expose her either, just supported her, and sent her all the way to the room she had booked in advance.

The door opened.

The room was decorated very cleanly.

A big bed, a sofa, a bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Very suitable for filming things that shouldn't be filmed.

Tang Zhiwei leaned against the door, her face flushed even more obviously.

"Student Lu... don't go..."

"Actually..."

Tang Zhiwei was only a finger's distance away from Lu Cheng, and said weakly.

"Can you... stay with me tonight?"

Lu Cheng looked at Tang Zhiwei, who was pretending to be drunk, and nodded. This plot... looks like a honey trap, the latter continued.

"You seem to have the smell of alcohol on you."

She looked up at him, her voice as light as a feather.

"Would you like to go wash up first?"

Lu Cheng looked at her.

"Sure."

After speaking, he hugged the Little Spirit Fox and entered the bathroom.

The door closed.

Water sounds came from the bathroom.

The drunkenness on Tang Zhiwei's face disappeared bit by bit.

She sat up straight and reached for her cuffs.

Empty.

Her movements stopped.

She reached towards her waist.

Empty.

Hairpin.

Empty.

Silver bell.

Empty.

The expression on Tang Zhiwei's face finally changed.

She stood up quickly and turned out all the hidden pockets on her body.

Nothing.

The poison needles were gone.

The image-recording chip was gone.

The micro-camera was gone.

The communication talisman was also gone.

Her face turned white bit by bit.

How is it possible?

When?

Lu Cheng clearly didn't do anything.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.