28: Chapter 28 truly proves that one is never too old to learn.

Jiang You sat on the sofa, clutching a Tier 2 turkey leg larger than his own head, devouring it like a whirlwind.

Other students ate the turkey by slicing it with knives and forks, dipping it in sauce, and savoring it in small bites.

Jiang You didn't bother.

He chewed it all, skin and bone alike.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

[Internal Chat Group]

[stomach]:

"Bone marrow from a Tier 2 monster beast! This is the essence!"

"Although this turkey is a bit overcooked, these bones are crispy and great for calcium!"

"Hurry, hurry! Don't let that Australian lobster over there go to waste! Eat it shell and all! Chitin is a great supplement!"

Jiang You ate while mumbling a comment:

"The Zhao family is truly generous. This buffet has no limits; aren't they afraid I'll eat them into bankruptcy?"

...

Not far away.

Zhao Tai held two red wine glasses, his palms slick with cold sweat.

In one of the glasses, an entire bottle of Tier 4 Heart-Breaking Powder had been dissolved.

The poison was colorless and odorless, but a single drop could cause a Tier 3 Martial Artist's intestines to rupture, and even a Tier 4 Martial Artist would be severely affected.

To be safe, Zhao Tai had gone all-in with the whole bottle.

"Whew... stay calm, Zhao Tai, you are an Oscar-winning actor."

Zhao Tai took a deep breath, adjusted his stiff facial muscles, and prepared to go over and send Jiang You on his way.

Just as he took a step.

Jiang You, who was gnawing on a lobster head, suddenly looked up and pointed with his oil-stained fingers at a student in the crowd who was pretending to eat cake.

"Hey, Young Master Zhao."

Jiang You asked with a curious expression: "Although Class 1 and Class 2 don't interact much, I remember that all the students in our grade are eighteen, right?"

Zhao Tai froze for a moment and instinctively looked in the direction Jiang You was pointing.

He saw the "student" with his back to them, wearing a tight school uniform. His back was as broad as a wall, his build was burly, and a patch of a blue tattoo was even visible on his neck.

It was a death warrior who had disguised himself to sneak in.

Zhao Tai's Heart skipped a beat, and he forced an explanation: "Ah... yes, they are all peers. What's the matter?"

Just then, the "student" turned around.

A weathered face full of fat, with stubble harder than a steel wool ball and a scar at the corner of his eye, was exposed under the lights.

With a face like that, people would believe he was forty.

At that moment, he was struggling to hold a tiny macaron, trying to appear as shy as a high school student.

Jiang You fell silent.

He looked at the "student", then at Zhao Tai, his expression becoming very complicated.

"Young Master Zhao."

Jiang You pointed at the burly man and asked sincerely: "This classmate... did he go through puberty a bit too hastily?"

"Look at these forehead wrinkles, and this receding hairline... he looks like he's almost forty, right?"

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhao Tai.

I was careless!

These death warriors are used to fighting and killing; in school uniforms, they really do look a bit like... released convicts.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Zhao Tai's brain worked at high speed, instantly inventing an absurd yet logical excuse:

"Well... Brother Jiang, there's something you don't know."

"This student is called... called Wang Tianmeng. He... he is very passionate about learning."

"He has actually been repeating his grade."

Jiang You raised an eyebrow: "Repeating? For how many years?"

Zhao Tai gritted his teeth, held up two fingers, and then added one more:

"Fifteen... fifteen years!"

"He has an almost paranoid thirst for knowledge! He swore he wouldn't graduate until he got into the Magic City Martial Arts Academy! So he's been hanging around the school and refusing to leave!"

"This is called... this is the spirit of 'never too old to learn'!"

In the distance, the death warrior Wang Meng heard this, and his hand holding the macaron trembled, nearly squeezing the cream out.

I am a gold-medal assassin!

What the hell kind of fifteen-year repetition is this!

But under Zhao Tai's murderous gaze, Wang Meng had to bite the bullet, show Jiang You a goofy smile that was uglier than crying, and shout in his rough, smoker's voice:

"H-hello, senior. I will study hard and improve every day."

Jiang You was filled with respect.

He put down the lobster head and gave Wang Meng a thumbs up:

"Awesome!"

"Brother, that's not repeating a grade; you've turned the school into a nursing home."

"I'm impressed, I'm impressed. I wish you success in getting into university soon, and I hope you can graduate before you retire."

Zhao Tai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

That was close; he bought it.

Jiang You's thought process is definitely not like a normal person's; he actually believed it!

"Alright, alright, never mind the repeater."

Fearing complications, Zhao Tai quickly walked over with the two glasses of wine, a hypocritical smile plastered on his face:

"Brother Jiang, let's wipe the slate clean regarding what happened before."

"I know you don't like empty gestures. But this glass of wine is an '82 Lafite I specially decanted for you for two hours, representing my apology."

"If you drink it, we'll be good brothers and good neighbors from now on!"

Zhao Tai handed the glass of poisoned wine to Jiang You.

The red liquid swayed in the glass, emitting an enticing aroma.

Jiang You looked at the glass of wine and frowned.

"I don't drink."

"Drinking causes trouble, and it affects my sleep. I still have to go back and sleep in a bit."

Zhao Tai's hand stiffened.

Not drinking?

If he doesn't drink, how is this play supposed to go on?

"Don't be like that, Brother Jiang!" Zhao Tai panicked. "T-this might be called red wine, but it actually has a very low alcohol content! It's just like grape juice!"

"Plus, this wine helps with digestion! You just ate so much meat; have a sip of this to cut the grease!"

Hearing "cut the grease" and "helps with digestion," Jiang You wavered.

He rubbed his stomach, which was indeed a bit full.

"Alright then."

Jiang You took the glass and swirled it. "Since it's grape juice, I'll just have a small sip."

Zhao Tai's Heart jumped into his throat, and he stared intently at Jiang You's lips.

Drink! Hurry and drink!

Just one sip, and not even the gods can save you!

Under Zhao Tai's expectant gaze.

Jiang You raised the glass, but instead of taking a sip, he tilted his head back as if he were drinking plain water.

"Gulp."

He downed it in one go.

Zhao Tai was overjoyed!

He drank it all! The entire bottle's worth was in that one glass!

In the corner of the banquet hall.

"Gulp."

Jiang You tilted his head back and downed the glass of '82 Lafite, which had an entire bottle of Tier 4 Heart-Breaking Powder dissolved into it, in one go.

Zhao Tai stared fixedly at Jiang You's Adam's apple, watching the red liquid slide down, his Heart beating like a drum.

Die! Hurry up and die!

Let your intestines rupture and your stomach rot! Bleed from your seven orifices!

Jiang You put down the glass, his brows instantly knitting together like a crumpled rag.

He smacked his lips and looked at Zhao Tai with an expression of disgust:

"Young Master Zhao, is this wine... is it fake?"

"Why does it taste like almonds? And it burns my throat a bit?"

Zhao Tai's Heart stopped for a second, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

But he reacted extremely quickly, immediately putting on an "you don't know what you're talking about" expression and forcing an explanation:

"Oh, Brother Jiang! This is where you don't understand!"

"This is top-tier red wine! That burning sensation in your throat is what's called 'legs'! It's the accumulation of time! Only those who truly understand wine can savor its charm!"

Jiang You nodded as if he understood:

"Oh... so that's how it is. No wonder rich people say red wine tastes bad; it seems my taste hasn't caught up yet."

[Internal Chat Group]

[stomach (Excited)]:

"Wow! This drink has a kick!"

"Although it tastes weird, the energy inside it is so active! It's trying to corrode my stomach lining?"

"Break it down for me! Neutralize it! Convert all of this into spiritual energy! Save a little bit for Brother liver to have a taste!"

[liver (Yawning)]:

"Thanks, Big Brother! This bit of toxin is just enough for me to take a shower! But the alcohol content is a bit low; it's not much of a challenge."