Chapter 2017 - 1997:

Chapter 2017: Chapter 1997:

"But other than Mediterranean comrade, those four all seem to be completely unconscious, right?" Luo Qianqian, however, was looking at the gazes coming from the other class, raised her brows, and asked as if she didn’t care at all.

"Should be exactly like that." He Wenyu nodded and walked forward, watching the guy put on a wig, then snickering under her breath: "You sure you don’t want to sell him a hairnet or something? Just let him flail around there?"

"You’re way too kind, I’m not selling." Luo Qianqian chuckled: "The guy yanked out several strands of your hair, me not going for malicious revenge is already me being nice, okay? I was literally just thinking about recommending hair removal cream to him just now."

"You’re not afraid he’ll join the Zen Sect in the future?" Di Jun was also amused, staring at that head— even with the wig on, it still looked super bumpy.

Though that straight black forehead-length fringe would’ve looked great on Luo Qianqian’s head, on the guy in front of them it was totally off, giving off a weird vibe.

"Maybe this is what they call a crossdressing bro? Want to go pitch him some long dresses? Stockings?" He Wenyu kept giggling.

Before, when she heard "crossdressing bro," she always pictured Uncle Long: born with a totally masculine face, so even in women’s clothes he just looked plain awkward.

But this new generation of crossdressing bros is insanely pretty, okay? There’s a bit of awkwardness, sure, but that’s mostly because he’s not used to it yet. Maybe if you look long enough you’ll get used to it? At the very least, she felt this kind of guy could totally pass as a girl already, right?

"And high heels. Might actually be kinda wow." He Wenyu kept going, totally into it.

"None of that is the point. The point is— who the hell is Hao Junpeng?" Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes. Did they seriously not know what the main issue was right now? Was the main issue all that stupid crap?

The actual key point was: they didn’t even know what Hao Junpeng looked like, okay? That basically meant their opponent was hiding in the dark. That was dangerous for them, wasn’t it? Especially when the other guy was an Alchemist... that was seriously a pain to deal with.

"Isn’t Yan about to come out of seclusion too?" He Wenyu said carelessly. She remembered Luo Qianqian mentioning that the last time she came to find her, hadn’t she?

Wasn’t that also why Mo could leave without worrying?

It’s just an Alchemist, big deal. You gotta remember, Yan and Mo both have proper inheritances. More importantly, Mo even has the title of Divine Doctor, doesn’t he?

At least when it comes to detox and Barrier-breaking Pills, he’s got real insight. Stuff that confuses most people isn’t exactly a big problem for him, right?

Luo Qianqian froze for a second, then the corners of her lips curved up: "You’re right, no need to stress so hard."

Still, figuring out what this Hao Junpeng actually looks like would make it a lot easier to guard against him, wouldn’t it? If they didn’t know, they’d probably keep worrying nonstop...

"Leave that part to me. I’ve met everyone in their team. If I openly investigate them, they can’t really say anything." Long Tu looked at Luo Qianqian and spoke calmly, then jerked his chin toward the wig-wearing guy by the ring: "Next up, it’s our teacher’s turn to take the stage. All we gotta do is chill and eat."

Luo Qianqian’s eyes lit up instantly. Food? Her favorite!

Especially eating in front of the opponents— in front of opponents who’ve never had anything this tasty— that was peak enjoyment!

"Mier, try some." He Wenyu calmly scooped Luo Mier a bowl of dumpling soup, then raised her voice with a grin: "Comrades, come help yourselves! Once we finish this pot, we’ll make another!"

Luo Qianqian turned to look into the pot, eyes shining, but the very next second...

A whole crowd surged over with a whoosh, wiping out every last drop in the pot, leaving the dazed Luo Qianqian and Di Jun— who hadn’t managed to squeeze in— just staring, completely helpless.

Though you did have to admit, He Wenyu’s cooking was absolutely worth fighting over.

Unexpectedly, pretty much everyone formed a line, standing at the very front, facing the other class, enjoying their food with blissed-out expressions.

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but burst out laughing on the spot. No wonder they were her classmates— they were ridiculously funny, weren’t they?

If you want to mess with your opponents, you gotta start from the heart. This psychological warfare was executed way too perfectly, Luo Qianqian practically laughed herself breathless.

Not just Luo Qianqian— even He Wenyu and Luo Mier, who was quietly savoring her food, couldn’t hold back their smiles. It was just too infuriatingly petty, wasn’t it?

Luo Mier’s face was full of laughter: "So close— good thing I’m not one of the poor souls over there watching you eat."

As she spoke she hugged her bowl tighter: "Hanging out with you guys is just too great. I’m so happy!"

"This already counts as happiness? Then what are you gonna do when you eat something even better next time?" Luo Qianqian snickered, but still jerked her chin toward the pot: "Hurry up, I haven’t eaten yet."

He Wenyu rolled her eyes speechlessly: "You still wanna eat? You already had plenty this morning, okay? Wait for lunch. Don’t tell me you plan to treat this as your midday meal?"

Luo Qianqian thought about it and realized that was true, so she immediately said: "Guys, slow down a bit, okay? There’s only this one pot. Lunch will be something else. Once this is gone, there are no refills."

Then she turned back to He Wenyu: "You’re basically scamming your customers here, you know that? You clearly said once we finish, you’ll make another pot!"

He Wenyu shot her another annoyed eye-roll: "What I meant was, if they don’t get enough, I’ll make more, so they don’t feel awkward about taking seconds. But everyone who didn’t get any is our own people, right? Why should I be polite with you lot?"

Di Jun’s face was full of grievance. He’d rather not be counted as "one of their own" if it meant he could get food! He wanted to eat too!

Long Tu didn’t care about this at all. Instead, he smiled calmly: "Either way, whether we eat or not doesn’t make that big a difference. In the end, Shiliu’s not gonna let us go hungry. Last time, weren’t we the ones who ate the most?"

On that point, Di Jun definitely agreed. After thinking it over, he stopped his silent complaining and started excitedly guessing what they’d be eating later.

"Oh right, in a bit you take some people to go catch two pigs... anything pig-like works. If there’s no meat, where does the nutrition come from..." Luo Qianqian said in a dead-serious tone.

Long Tu nodded, not bothered at all, then turned to look over at Ji Lei. Clearly, things were getting pretty heated over there too, though it was undeniable the other side had violated the rules first.

After a short while, Ji Lei sighed and walked over, seeing everyone’s satisfied faces and widening his eyes: "You didn’t save any for me?!"

"Teacher, we’ll eat something hot back in the classroom later." He Wenyu said calmly: "It’s rushed out here, so we only used stuff that cooks fast. I’ll make something better when we’re back."

"That’s more like it." Ji Lei nodded, then looked at the whole class and shrugged: "We won."

The class instantly erupted in cheers.