Chapter 164 - 96: The Four-Year Agreement
"Forget about our senior for a second. Have you submitted your own ’Special Talent Protection Application’?"
"I did, I did!" Luo Qian answered in a hurry. "Just waiting for a response now!"
Lin Yi pressed him further:
"What are you going to do about this mummy? You can’t just be its human chew toy forever, can you?"
When Luo Qian heard this, he immediately got defensive, puffing out his chest and saying:
"What chew toy! This is my future Fifth Grade super battle pet! Just think about it! When I go out for a walk in the future, with this guy following behind me, how majestic! How imposing! Who would dare mess with me?"
Lin Yi didn’t hesitate to pour cold water on his dreams:
"Majestic? Imposing? Luo, are you sure you’re the one walking it, and not the other way around?"
"It’s a Fifth Grade zombie, and you haven’t even reached the threshold of a Martial Artist. The only reason it’s stuck to you is that it sees you as its giant toy! Look at you, you can’t even dream of rolling over. So who’s controlling whom? The way I see it, to everyone else, you’re the zombie’s human accessory!"
Those words struck a raw nerve.
Luo Qian’s face instantly turned the color of beet root.
He stammered for a long time.
Before finally mumbling with a lack of confidence:
"...What’s the rush! Just because I can’t now doesn’t mean I won’t be able to in the future! Once my strength increases, I’ll find a way to subdue it!"
Seeing how stubborn he was, Lin Yi didn’t say any more.
His gaze swept over Luo Qian’s lower body, which was completely immobilized.
An extremely practical, yet maliciously amusing, question suddenly popped into his head.
He stroked his chin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face:
"Hey, Luo, there’s a technical question I’m curious about."
"Look at you, being held by this big guy like a rice dumpling. Forget moving, you can’t even roll over."
"It’s been four or five days now, right? Eating and drinking can be solved by having someone feed you. But... how do you handle life’s bigger necessities, like taking a dump or a leak?"
He paused intentionally, glancing at the Corpse General’s vacant face:
"This buddy of yours doesn’t exactly look like the type to be your caring helper and change your bedpan, does he?"
Luo Qian’s face instantly went completely black.
Blacker than the bottom of a pot.
He roared, flushed with shame and anger:
"Lin Yi! You bastard! None of your business! I... I’m wearing adult diapers, okay?! Is that a problem?!!"
"Pfft..."
Lin Yi finally couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.
In the midst of their banter,
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The deafening roar of ceremonial cannons suddenly erupted from the direction of the school gate.
Immediately after, a grand and stirring welcome melody was played, instantly spreading throughout the entire campus.
Lin Yi immediately wiped the smile from his face, took a few steps to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down.
He saw an extended, black sedan with sleek lines that exuded an air of understated luxury. Like a noble king, it slowly came to a stop at the school gate, where a new red carpet had been laid out.
A valet respectfully opened the car door.
An elderly man with a full head of meticulously combed silver hair, dressed in a simple gray Zhongshan suit, calmly stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet.
He wasn’t tall, and was even a bit thin.
But the moment he stood still,
it was as if the entire bustling school gate fell silent for an instant.
Chen Zhenguo, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately led a group of high-ranking school officials, including the vice principal and the dean of political education, to greet him with beaming smiles and immense enthusiasm.
They surrounded the elderly man, treating him as the center of attention,
and walked toward the faculty office building.
At that moment, Luo Qian was still being held by the tomb-guarding Corpse General and couldn’t see what was happening below, but he heard the sound of the cannons and quickly asked:
"Lin, has the big shot from the Science Academy arrived?"
Lin Yi replied softly:
"Yeah, the people from the Science Academy are here."
Luo Qian’s voice trembled with excitement:
"Lin! Quick, look! I heard that this Elder Mr. Wei He who’s come is a legendary Eighth Grade Grandmaster!"
"Eighth Grade! Oh my god! What does that even mean? An existence of that level could crush small fries like us without even lifting a finger! If he let slip even a sliver of his Qi and Blood pressure, he could turn us into a pile of meat paste from a distance!"
"When you look at him, do you feel like you’re facing an insurmountable mountain? Do you feel an oppressive aura that makes your very soul tremble?"
"Can’t feel it." Lin Yi shook his head. "He just looks like a regular old man."
This was completely different from the suffocating, overwhelming aura he had imagined an Eighth Grade expert should possess.
Not until Wei He’s figure disappeared through the doors of the faculty office building
did Lin Yi retract his gaze.
"Sigh, I bet Senior Wang Yiming is under immense pressure right now, probably so nervous he’s about to spontaneously combust," Luo Qian said sympathetically. "Being interviewed personally by an Eighth Grade big shot? If it were me, I wouldn’t just piss my pants, I’d be scared half to death!"
"Yeah," Lin Yi also sighed, his gaze turning toward the faculty building. "Let’s hope Senior Wang can handle the pressure!"
He said no more.
He found a clean spot on the other side of the rooftop and sat down.
Leaning his back against the cool concrete railing.
With a slight shift in his thoughts,
he switched his main perspective to his Mosquito Avatar.
He immediately controlled the Mosquito Avatar to fly out of Yang City and head towards the Taihang Mountain Range.
He had originally intended to send his Mosquito Avatar to the Taihang Mountain Range to hunt.
But now, he had no choice but to go.
An Eighth Grade big shot had come to Yang City!
The Mosquito Avatar’s current [Concealment] skill couldn’t even fool the Fifth Grade tomb-guarding Corpse General.
In front of the unfathomable perception of an Eighth Grade Grandmaster, it would probably be as conspicuous as a firefly in the dead of night.
’Stay in Yang City?’
’The risk is too great!’
’What if that Elder Mr. Wei accidentally detects it, mistakes it for some strange little bug, and flicks out a gust of finger-wind...’