Chapter 114 : Chapter 114
Chapter : 114
Yan Yunqing didn't speak. Barnet thought he had taken his words to heart and, with a toss, threw the wooden sword in his hand back onto the weapon rack, where it hung securely in its original place.
Barnet took Yan Yunqing's greatsword back with one hand and held his arm with the other.
Yan Yunqing hissed. Barnet held him down, “Don't move. You overexerted yourself. I'll knead out your tense muscles, or your arm won't be able to move tomorrow.”
Yan Yunqing wanted to say that he could just drink a potion to remove the debuff, but Barnet didn't give him the chance.
With a slight exertion of force, Yan Yunqing was restrained, unable to move, and could only let Barnet knead his tense muscles.
Yan Yunqing gritted his teeth and controlled his facial expression, managing not to show an unsightly grimace. Come on, he had his pride too!
As Barnet kneaded, he observed Yan Yunqing's expression. He could see that Yan Yunqing was enduring it, and he found it amusing. This kid was exceptionally talented, just a little too concerned with his pride.
However, a good teacher would not expose a student's last shred of dignity. So Barnet casually started a conversation, “Apply some ointment when you get back, the kind the academy distributed before. Take a hot bath to relax your muscles, it'll be more effective when you apply it.”
The academy distributes ointment?
Yan Yunqing's mind wandered for a moment. Seeing his slightly confused look, Barnet couldn't help but say, “Didn't you go get it? I remember it was just distributed last week. If you don't have it, come with me to get some after class.”
“By the way, who is your teacher? How could they forget to tell you something like collecting ointment.”
Yan Yunqing: ?
Yan Yunqing was stunned, “Huh?”
“What ‘huh’?” Barnet found it funny, “With your skills, if you were really my student, I would have discovered you long ago. How could I have only found you out today?”
Yan Yunqing rubbed his nose: he thought this teacher still saw him as a student skipping class.
Barnet: “Go on, who is your teacher? Too irresponsible. Why don't you just transfer to my class? I will definitely teach you well. At the very least, I'll correct all your flawed sword moves one by one.”
Yan Yunqing felt a chill run down his spine.
“Um… my teacher…”
Who was his teacher? Was he supposed to have a teacher?
Lucy did say she would introduce him to a teacher, but that was a magic teacher, it had nothing to do with swordsmen!
Yan Yunqing's mind raced.
Barnet raised an eyebrow, “You don't want to say? What? Are you afraid I'll go and complain?”
“What could you complain about?” Yan Yunqing asked subconsciously.
“Hmm? Complain that you don't attend your teacher's class and come to mine to cause trouble?” Barnet laughed heartily, “You tell me, if you're going to audit a class, you should come earlier. Rushing in halfway through the class… if I don't single you out, won't my students be running around and skipping my class every day in the future?”
He let go of Yan Yunqing's arm, “Alright, it's mostly kneaded out. Go back and soak it again, then apply a little ointment and you'll be fine.”
Yan Yunqing moved his arms a bit and indeed found that they were not so sore anymore. The [Moderate Fatigue] in his status bar had turned into [Slight Fatigue]. Was that kneading session really so effective?
Barnet patted his shoulder and picked up a lighter wooden sword again, “Come, I'll tell you about the mistakes you just made. Try not to make such obvious errors next time.”
…
During one practical swordsmanship class, Yan Yunqing was like a sponge absorbing water, frantically soaking up knowledge of swordsmanship from Teacher Barnet.
Until the end of class, Yan Yunqing was still left wanting more.
He decided to make the practical swordsmanship class his key target for auditing. It went very well, he would come again next time!
After announcing the end of class, Barnet got a few jars of ointment for Yan Yunqing to take back with him.
In the end, Barnet did not continue to ask who Yan Yunqing's teacher was, but he had already decided to go back and thoroughly interrogate his colleagues, determined to poach this promising talent into his own basket.
Yan Yunqing was completely unaware of this.
He waited for a while before a gentle Xiao Bai arrived, and he rode it back to the dormitory area of the magic academy.
Before entering the door, Yan Yunqing habitually opened the minimap to check the movements inside the dormitory. He saw the little green dot belonging to his roommate, Demetrius.
Eh? Demetrius isn't hiding anymore? This morning he deliberately left early to avoid him. Yan Yunqing had thought that Demetrius would also come back very late at night to avoid contact with him.
He didn't expect to have guessed wrong.
Yan Yunqing used his key to open the dormitory door. It was quiet inside, which matched Yan Yunqing's perception of Demetrius.
Yan Yunqing put the key back into his backpack and casually placed the ointment on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. The sofa's packaging still hadn't been removed, but Yan Yunqing didn't mind and sat right down.
Then his ears twitched. His hearing, which had become very sharp after transmigration, came into play. He faintly heard the sound of flowing water.
Hmm?
Yan Yunqing closed his eyes and tried to discern it carefully, only to find that the sound of flowing water was coming from the bathroom on this very floor.
Their small villa dormitory had a total of four floors: the basement training room, the first-floor living room, and the second and third floors, one for each person.
There was a bathroom on the first, second, and third floors. The ones on the second and third floors were by default for the private use of the occupant of that floor, while the one in the living room was for public use.
The three bathrooms were of similar specifications, except that the bathing area on Yan Yunqing's third floor had a small pool for soaking. Yan Yunqing had never been to the second floor, so he didn't know the layout of its bathroom, but he thought it should be the same as his on the third floor.
The sound of water he heard was clearly from someone taking a shower. The minimap only showed that his roommate Demetrius was in the dormitory, so why was Demetrius using the first-floor bathroom instead of the one on the second floor?
Yan Yunqing glanced curiously in the direction of the bathroom and studied the ointment Barnet had given him.
[Sorret's Special Ointment]
Description: A special ointment from Sorret that has certain soothing and healing effects, highly favored by swordsmen.
Yan Yunqing unscrewed the lid of the ointment, and the fresh scent of herbs lingered at the tip of his nose. It was very fresh, with a slightly bitter feeling, and, hmm, a sweet orange scent… huh?
Wait, where did the orange scent in the ointment come from? Yan Yunqing opened his eyes, only to find that the orange scent was not coming from the ointment, but from… the bathroom not far from him.
At some point, the bathroom door had quietly opened a crack, and a figure wrapped in a bath towel was stealthily approaching the stairs.
“Demetrius, are you done with your shower?”
Yan Yunqing clearly saw Demetrius tremble all over before stiffly turning around. Only then did Yan Yunqing notice that his exposed pale skin was tinged with a flush from the steam.
He finally looked less like a necromancer.
“Why are you showering on the first floor?” Yan Yunqing asked curiously.
Demetrius's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, “The one on the second floor… is broken.”
“Is that so.” Yan Yunqing nodded and lowered his head again to study the ointment.
Demetrius was still frozen in place. When Yan Yunqing didn't hear any movement for a long time, he looked up at him again, “What? Do you have something to tell me?”
Demetrius: “…No, nothing.”
Yan Yunqing said "oh", “Then what are you doing?”
Demetrius's head was buried low, “You… called me.”
Yan Yunqing: ?
Yan Yunqing was taken aback for a moment, “Oh, it's nothing, I was just curious why you were showering downstairs. Go on.”
Demetrius was choked up. Hearing Yan Yunqing's words, he immediately turned to go up the stairs. Yan Yunqing's voice came slowly from behind him.
“Oh right, I was just going to say, your orange-scented shower gel smells pretty good.”
The sound of someone tripping came from upstairs. Yan Yunqing collapsed on the sofa, roaring with laughter. This gloomy little mushroom was just too much fun.
Too cute.
He tidied up and also returned to the third floor, filled a pool with hot water, and soaked his entire body in it, feeling the hot water wash over his sore muscles. As the water rippled, he felt like a small boat on the sea, floating up and down.
Yan Yunqing yawned, soaked for ten minutes, and before he felt dizzy, he got out of the bathroom, hastily dried himself, and sat cross-legged on the bed applying the ointment.
He then opened the chat system to approve the incessant private messages from Divik.
Sigh, really, he shouldn't have taught Divik how to use the chat system to talk to him. In a moment of inattention, he had 99+ messages, too many to even read.
It was like approving memorials to the throne.
Yan Yunqing sighed, replied with a few casual sentences, and then closed Divik's private chat.
It wasn't that he didn't want to reply more, but Divik's messages were too boring. Every few minutes there was a "thinking of you". Yan Yunqing couldn't handle it.
He could only send a "Read" to express that he had seen it.
Speaking of which, it seemed like a long time since he had heard from Lilian. When they first parted, Lilian would send him a message from time to time, but now it seemed like he hadn't received a message from her for nearly a month.
Perhaps her growth period has reached a critical stage?
Yan Yunqing wasn't sure, but Lilian was in the elven territory, so she shouldn't be in any danger. He didn't need to worry too much.
Yan Yunqing yawned, closed the chat system, and opened the forum.
It had been five months since he last looked at the forum. To be honest, the last time he looked at the forum really made Yan Yunqing cringe, so much so that he didn't dare to open it again for so long.
He was afraid of seeing some explosive comments from the online community.
…And the scene of himself showing off being publicly executed.
However, with the closed beta coming up, Yan Yunqing was indeed a little curious about the reactions of the people on the forum. Understanding more would help him make adequate preparations for the upcoming influx of players.
Yan Yunqing applied the ointment while flipping through the forum with his consciousness, browsing the posts.
[Wow, the new internal recording video is pretty cool. There's even a casino plot? OMG, is this really 18+ and not 22+? Isn't the content a bit much? Bunny girls hehehe]
Hmm, as expected, his process of going to Mandiper had been secretly recorded again. He just didn't know if it was his Joker persona or his Xavier persona that was recorded.
[A dad who died early, a sick mom, a brother in school, and a broken me. When on earth can I play "Guitu"?!]
Hmm, here was another one who was going crazy wanting to play the game.
[They all laugh at you, yet you… forget it, if you get me a closed beta spot I'll help you curse them back]
This was also a spam post, skip, skip.
[Honestly, doesn't everyone think Joker is really handsome? He has the kind of temperament that makes him my natural-born husband]
Yan Yunqing resisted the urge to click on it. Anyway, it would just be the online community praising him wildly. Heh, he was already tired of seeing this kind of content, not interested at all.
As for husband? No thanks, no thanks. Who knows if it's a sweet girl or a foot-picking burly man behind the screen?
A foot-picking burly man could even use a voice changer to call you "good brother" all day long!
[This world is just a huge makeshift troupe, yes, I'm talking about you! Guitu Company! Do you even know how to make a game? It's been three years, even if it's a pot of shit you should have served it up for me to taste, instead of continuing this silence and only releasing internal recordings to entice me!]
…Hiss, this one was on another level.
Yan Yunqing scrolled through the forum. This time, his mindset was more relaxed, and he just looked at it for fun, not feeling so ashamed of his showing off being publicly executed again that he wanted to bang his head on the ground.
Until a new post popped up. When Yan Yunqing saw the title clearly, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.