68: Chapter 68 I bet he won't last three minutes!

Lu Xingye did not actually like Senior Ji Youyou.

In his heart, only the cold and electrically-charged Qiu Yunan was his true love.

But!

That didn't stop him from being jealous of Jiang You!

As a genius swordsman who prided himself on being the face and strength of Class F, he practiced his sword skills and struck poses here every night, yet he couldn't even catch the eye of a single girl.

And yet, this guy Jiang You, wearing spongebob pajamas, came in and was immediately popular with everyone. This was a trampling on the dignity of handsome men!

"Unfair! This is absolutely unfair!"

Lu Xingye was filled with grief and indignation:

"Do the senior sisters nowadays all like this type? Do they all like this kind of pervert who looks silly but is actually full of bad intentions?"

"I don't believe it! He will definitely be thrown out!"

"Senior Ji Youyou, that female demon, must be conducting a sting operation! Jiang You is dead! He will definitely be turned into a specimen!"

Lu Xingye cursed viciously, trying to use this method to balance his wounded heart.

Gou Fugui pushed up his glasses and suddenly pulled a small notebook from his embrace:

"Come, come, the betting has started!"

"Bet on whether Jiang You will come out alive or be carried out?"

"Place your bets! I bet he won't last three minutes!"

Xiang Batian thought for a moment: "I bet five minutes, after all, his physical fitness seems a bit bizarre."

Lu Xingye snorted coldly: "I bet he's already screaming right now!"

The three of them looked at each other, pressed their ears against the door again, held their breath, and waited for the "expected" tragic ending to come from upstairs.

In the third-floor corridor, gusts of eerie wind blew.

Unlike the second floor, which had the unique smell of boys' dorms mixed with foot odor and instant noodles, the air on the third floor was permeated with a complex and dangerous aura.

The layout here had also been completely changed.

Perhaps to accommodate the living habits of these freaks, the original dormitory layout had been converted into three huge independent suites.

The first room on the left had a yellow warning sign hanging on the door that read "High Voltage Danger," and blue sparks would jump out from the door crack from time to time, with the walls scorched black around it.

Jiang You didn't need to guess to know that it was Qiu Yunan's private room, and also the holy land that Lu Xingye dreamed of but dared not cross even half a step.

And at this moment, Jiang You was standing in front of the room door on the right.

Even before the pitch-black door opened, an ice-cold, eerie aura was seeping out through the cracks.

"Whew... so cool."

Jiang You was completely oblivious to this, even pressing his burning hot face against the door panel and rubbing it, letting out a satisfied sigh: "The cooling effect of this door panel is really good, is it first-class energy efficiency?"

Senior Ji Youyou walked behind him, watching this "lecher" who was enjoying himself even though he was facing imminent death, the cold sneer on the corner of her mouth growing stronger.

"Hmph, you like it cool, right?"

"I'll let you cool down completely in a moment!"

She extended her pale fingers and tapped lightly.

"Creeeak—"

The door opened automatically, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, waiting for the prey to walk right into the trap.

The three "professional eavesdroppers" from Dorm 201 were currently piled up like a stack of arhats against the wall at the staircase on the second floor, not daring to even breathe.

"He went in... he actually went in!"

Lu Xingye bit his handkerchief, his eyes red, his voice filled with grief, indignation, and confusion: "That room where only poisonous snakes and centipedes can enter... Jiang You actually walked in swaggeringly!"

"I'm not convinced! I really am not convinced! Although I only have Senior Sister Yunan in my heart, I'm still so angry!"

"Why can he enter a girl's private room? Does looking like you have kidney deficiency make you more popular?"

Gou Fugui took out a stethoscope and pressed it against the wall, looking like a rigorous data analyst: "Don't rush, let me listen for any movement. According to historical data from Class F, the average survival time for normal organisms entering Senior Ji Youyou's room is 15 seconds."

"If a scream comes out within three minutes, Jiang You loses; if there's no sound after ten minutes, then that means... hehehe, it's not suitable for children."

Xiang Batian took out a stopwatch, his expression solemn: "I am recording the time; this relates to my redefinition of human physical limits in extreme toxic environments."

Meanwhile, inside the door.

The "eerie poison den" that Jiang You imagined did not appear.

On the contrary, after that purple door carved with poisonous insects closed, what came into view was actually a cozy room filled with girlish charm.

Pink lace curtains, a soft lavender carpet, the air filled with a faint scent of lavender, although this scent was actually mixed with dozens of types of hallucinogenic herbs.

In the corner of the room sat a huge beanbag chair, with a few cute plush dolls on it.

If you ignored the dense rows of glass jars on the bookshelf containing soaked centipedes and scorpions, as well as the rows of medicine bottles on the table with skull labels, it would be a completely normal senior girl's private room.

But this cozy scene did not make the room warm; on the contrary, because of Senior Ji Youyou's special cultivation technique, the temperature of the entire room was maintained at around ten degrees Celsius all year round, even colder than having powerful air conditioning on.

As soon as he came in, Jiang You felt like he had plunged from the Sahara Desert into the Antarctic ice sheet, and every pore on his body was crazily screaming with comfort.

"Whew..." "Comfortable..."

Jiang You let out an extremely soul-stirring and easily misunderstood long sigh, and his brain, which had been muddled by the high heat, cleared up a bit.

He looked at Senior Ji Youyou standing in the shadows.

At this time, Senior Ji Youyou's translucent purple gauze dress appeared even more mysterious and alluring under the dim light, and she had an exquisite small porcelain jar in her hand, a cruel sneer on the corner of her mouth as she looked at her prey.

"Senior Sister!"

Jiang You's eyes welled up with tears, and he stumbled over, grabbing... the corner of the table next to Senior Ji Youyou, his face full of gratitude:

"You are truly a living Bodhisattva!"

"It's too hot downstairs! I feel like I'm about to be cooked! This room is practically a summer resort!"

Senior Ji Youyou watched Jiang You, whose face was flushed red, emitting white smoke all over, and whose eyes had even become "dazed" due to the intense heat, the excitement in her eyes growing stronger.

"That is natural."

Senior Ji Youyou's voice was as soft as if she were coaxing a child to sleep, yet it carried fatal danger:

"Because... you have fire in your body."

"Since you've come in, Senior Sister will help you... get rid of that fire completely."

As she spoke, she waved her slender hand, her fingertips lightly flicking open the lid of the small porcelain jar.

"Poof!"

A burst of purple mist with a sweet, fishy smell instantly gushed out, like a living thing, rapidly enveloping the entire room.

This was Senior Ji Youyou's unique skill, the Violet Soft-Muscle Powder.

This was not an ordinary anesthetic, but a neurotoxin developed specifically for targeting a martial artist's Qi and blood.

An ordinary third-rank martial artist would be paralyzed all over after taking one breath, their Qi and blood would solidify, and they would be at the mercy of others.

Senior Ji Youyou looked at Jiang You expectantly, waiting for his Legs to go weak, for him to collapse to the ground, and then show an expression of terror and begging for mercy.

By then, she could take out her silver needles and scalpel to properly study this new junior.

However, Jiang You, who was in the center of the toxic mist, did not fall down.

On the contrary, he suddenly took a deep breath.

"Hmm? What is this smell?"

"Mint? Strong mint?"

"So cool! It feels like an ice cube was stuffed into my Lungs! Refreshing!"

[Internal Chat Group (Instantly exploded)]

[Lungs (Dancing with wild joy, as if at a rave)]:

"Family! This is a huge supplement!"

"This mist is full of high-concentration Yin-attribute cooling energy! Although it carries some neurotoxins, this coolness is just right!"

"Isn't this just like adding coolant to our high-temperature boiler?"

"Inhale! Inhale it to death! Don't waste a single bit! I want to suck the air in this room dry!"

[stomach]:

"This taste is a bit like the cough syrup I drank before? Whatever, as long as it's cool, I'll eat it! That monkey blood just now was too hot, it's perfect to neutralize it!"

In reality.

Not only did Jiang You not become paralyzed, but he was also energetic, and even feeling the mist wasn't thick enough, he took the initiative to open his mouth wide and, like a high-power vacuum cleaner, started sucking in the air fiercely.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

In just half a minute.

The Violet Soft-Muscle Powder that Senior Ji Youyou had painstakingly accumulated for half a month, enough to knock down an elephant, was sucked clean by Jiang You.

Not even a speck of purple residue was left.

The air in the room instantly became incomparably fresh, even a bit cleaner than before.