74: Chapter 74 Class F Patient Exchange Meeting

Lu Xingye took a deep breath, centered his energy in his dantian, and moved as swift as the wind.

"Whoosh!"

With an incredibly suave slide, he instantly rushed to the stairwell, precisely and domineeringly blocking Qiu Yunan's path.

Qiu Yunan was startled by the shadow that suddenly darted out. A spark of electricity crackled on her body, and she looked blankly at her roommate, who was posing in a way he thought was cool:

"Lu... Classmate Lu? Is something the matter?"

"Don't block the way, be careful not to get shocked."

Lu Xingye ignored the dangerous current.

He looked at Qiu Yunan, his clear eyes filled with affection.

At this moment, his Brain was spinning rapidly, recalling Jiang You's operation just now.

However, due to excessive nervousness combined with blind confidence, his Brain short-circuited.

He copied Jiang You's lines from earlier word for word.

Lu Xingye flashed a wicked smile, stretched out a hand to brace against the wall, lowered his voice, and spoke in a magnetic, bubbly tone:

"Hey there... little sister."

"Do you sell coffins?"

"..."

"..."

At this moment, time seemed to have pressed the pause button in the Class F lobby for the second time.

Jiang You, who was eating a steamed bun, froze with his hand in mid-air.

Hao Yun, who was picking up money, dropped his coin into the sewer.

Junior Zhong Wu, who was typing, slipped and sent "Idiot" to the principal's email.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at Lu Xingye as if he were an alien.

Qiu Yunan was stunned.

Her beautiful eyes behind her glasses were filled with confusion, shock, and the ensuing... anger.

Selling coffins?

First thing in the morning, you block my way to ask if I sell coffins?

Are you cursing me to die? Or do you think I don't look like a living person?

"You... what did you say?"

Qiu Yunan's voice began to tremble, not because of shyness, but because her voltage was skyrocketing.

Lu Xingye hadn't noticed the danger yet; he thought the goddess was intimidated by his "unconventional" sense of humor.

So, he decided to turn up the intensity and continue imitating Jiang You's "three sincere questions":

"I'm being serious."

"Looking at your... your temperament, you seem quite suitable for that..."

Lu Xingye wanted to offer a compliment, but realized he couldn't pull it off, so he had to bite the bullet and finish Jiang You's lines:

"If you do sell them, can you give me a discount?"

"I happen to be in need of a place to sleep."

Rumble—

Qiu Yunan's hair began to float visibly to the naked eye.

In the surrounding air, countless blue-purple electric arcs began to jump frantically, emitting crackling, explosive sounds.

The magnetic field at the entire stairwell was completely in chaos.

Lu Xingye finally felt that something was wrong.

Looking at Qiu Yunan, whose face was growing darker, whose surrounding lightning field was becoming more chaotic, and even whose spectacle lenses were flashing with electricity, his heart skipped a beat.

"No... that's not right?"

"The script didn't go like this?"

"Jiang You asked Junior Zhong Wu the same thing just now, and she just froze. How come when it's me... it's about to be struck by lightning?"

"Um... Yunan... Senior?" Lu Xingye swallowed, trying to retreat, but found his Legs felt a bit weak, "Let me explain, this is a type of... a type of artistic rhetorical device..."

Qiu Yunan slowly raised her hand, and in the palm of her insulated glove, a ball of lightning the size of a basketball had condensed.

She looked at Lu Xingye, a cold sneer curving her lips that made people feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar:

"Want to buy a coffin?"

"Sure."

"Are you saving it for yourself?"

Lu Xingye's pupils shook: "No... not..."

"No need to explain."

Qiu Yunan's voice was as cold as frost:

"Since you are in such a hurry to have one, Senior will gift you a set right now!"

"Lightning Arts · Funeral!"

"BOOM!!!"

A violent thunderbolt, three times thicker than the last, erupted in the narrow stairwell.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Lu Xingye turned into a charred meteor again, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and even twitched twice while airborne.

"THUD!"

He landed precisely in a trash can in the corner of the lobby, Legs pointing to the sky, still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The whole place fell silent again.

Only the smoking trash can and the residual electric sparks at the stairwell proved what a tragic "pickup accident" had just occurred.

Jiang You, holding a half-eaten steamed bun, looked at Lu Xingye in the trash can and asked Gou Fugui beside him in confusion:

"Brother Fugui."

"What's wrong with Old Lu?"

"Why would he want to seek death and ask a Lightning Mage to buy a coffin?"

"Does he think he has too long to live?"

Gou Fugui pushed up his glasses and recorded a heavy note in his small notebook:

Jiang You Observation Diary》 Page 3:

This kid is not only sick himself, but his condition is highly contagious.

Lu Xingye has been infected, diagnosed with brainstem deficiency.

Cherish life, stay away from imitation.

With Lu Xingye precisely delivered into the trash can, the brief and intense "mating ritual" in the Class F lobby finally came to an end.

Gou Fugui closed his 《Observation Diary》, pushed up his glasses, and calmly directed Hao Yun, who had just entered:

"Fatty, stop picking up money, go fish Old Lu out."

"Even though he brought this on himself, I don't think 'simp' is a category in waste sorting, don't give the cleaning lady extra trouble."

Hao Yun smiled and pocketed the dollar he had just picked up, walked over, grabbed Lu Xingye by the collar, and pulled him out like a radish, adding a comment:

"Tsk tsk, this perm is quite nice!"

Just then, there was movement again from the lobby's already shaky door.

"Huff—puff—"

A heavy, bovine-like panting sound, accompanied by a slight vibration of the ground, came through.

A muscular man, shirtless, his muscles glistening with oil, sweat flowing like a waterfall, walked backward through the door.

Xiang Batian had returned.

He didn't return empty-handed; in his hand, he dragged a thick iron chain, and at the other end of the chain, he was dragging a... huge road roller drum he had swiped from the school's back construction site!

The drum rubbed against the concrete floor, making a harsh noise and leaving a deep white mark.

"Twenty-four thousand nine hundred ninety-eight... twenty-four thousand nine hundred ninety-nine... twenty-five thousand!"

Xiang Batian let out a violent roar, his arm muscles instantly expanding, and the thousand-pound roller was yanked to a stop in the center of the lobby.

"Phew! Morning exercise finished!"

Xiang Batian wiped the sweat from his face, picked up the balance scale hanging around his neck, took out a bottle of mineral water to weigh it, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Not bad, after calculation, the calories consumed by this aerobic exercise exactly offset the half-egg I stole this morning."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Xingye sprawled on a chair like a dead fish, and the whole room smelled of burnt matter.

Xiang Batian's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed over, taking out a tape measure to wrap around Lu Xingye:

"Eh? What's wrong with Old Lu?"

"This degree of muscle stiffness... this Skin carbonization reaction..."

"Is this the latest electric shock muscle growth method? Quick! Let me measure if your pectoral muscles have grown!"

Lu Xingye rolled his eyes weakly; he didn't even have the strength to curse.

Before Xiang Batian could get any results.

From the stairwell, another wave of resentful muttering came.

"Trash... all trash..."

"Do you even know how to play... sprinkle rice on the keyboard, and a chicken could peck faster than you..."

A boy wrapped in a sleeping bag, his hair as messy as a bird's nest, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, floated down the stairs like a ghost.

Bai Zimo was holding a laptop, typing frantically while walking down, his eyes bloodshot; clearly, he had been up all night cultivating.

"I'm so pissed... I'm really so pissed..."

Bai Zimo walked to the sofa, threw himself into it, and vented his anger at the air:

"Has that jungler never won before?"

"I'm fighting five in the front, and he's picking Lingzhi in the jungle?"

"For teammates like this, I suggest tracing the internet cable and going to pull his power switch!"

After Bai Zimo finished cursing, he looked up at the tragic state in the lobby, pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, and commented with no ripples:

"Oh, Old Lu got shocked again?"

"I feel like I just saw this scene two days ago. I suggest turning his behavior into a 'guichu' video and uploading it to the campus network; the click rate would definitely break ten thousand."

"I can provide technical investment; this would be quite a good income."

"Good idea!" Gou Fugui's eyes lit up, "We'll split the profit fifty-fifty!"

At this moment, beside the railing on the third floor.

"Giggle giggle..."

A sound like silver bells rang out.

Su Nuonuo was carrying her patched teddy bear, holding a newly assembled micro grenade in her hand, and sitting on the railing, swinging her Legs.

"You guys are so noisy!"

"Can you be a bit quieter? My little baby was woken up by you guys. What if it gets in a bad mood and explodes?"

And in the shadows beside her, Senior Ji Youyou walked out elegantly, carrying a glass of bubbling purple liquid.

She glanced at the group of "monsters and demons" downstairs, and finally, her gaze fell on Jiang You in the crowd, a playful smile curving her lips:

"Looks like everyone is here."

"This Class F... is really becoming more and more lively."

"Unlike before, it was dead and lifeless, not even able to catch a lab mouse for testing drugs."