Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 637 - 635: Hooray! (Packing Brass Knuckles)

"Go... go straight to the door? Is it really that bold?"

Ansheng, sitting on the sofa, looked at the boastful Professor Huang with a face full of delight: "Isn't that wonderful?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Seeing Professor Huang's puffed-up suit, it's obvious even without thinking that Professor Huang studies the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.

He's the kind of scholar who could drive a bronze chariot, lift city gates with one hand, flaunt a six-pack, and take three thousand well-armored soldiers with him to international conferences. Anyone who doesn't open their gates gets a kicking.

The idiom 'mighty and powerful' isn't a metaphor; it describes a truly bold scholar.

"Professor, isn't this a bit much?" Ah Qing, like a startled cat, stared at Professor Huang in shock:

"Going straight to their door, isn't that a bit..."

"No, Ah Qing, you're mistaken. The old fossil opposite us is trying to provoke our campus's atmosphere, damaging the reputation of our Xinxing Agricultural Science College!"

Professor Huang picked up his phone with one hand and interrupted Ah Qing's attempt to persuade him, saying:

"You want to study, and our school is about education. Now an old fossil pops up, persuading students who want to learn to drop out. It's sheer villainy!"

"This has nothing to do with you students. Now they're affecting our teaching quality and snatching our students!"

Professor Huang rushed in urgently and eagerly started rallying people to confront them for an explanation.

Ah Qing was dumbfounded, looking at Momo, Lingren, and Tang You nearby. The four of them exchanged bewildered glances.

"Even though I don't know what kind of person the Sect Leader of the Wuyou Sect is, when it comes to being tough, I feel our professors take the cake..." Momo remarked with a sidelong glance:

"If Professor Huang keeps talking, it might be hard for the other side to stop the public from dragging him out for a firing squad."

"Huh? What's going on with old Huang? Whoosh, he just flew down the stairs..."

In the dormitory corridor, students listening to Professor Huang's words were stunned. A student in an electric wheelchair looked shocked as the elderly professor with frail limbs flipped down the stairs.

"Hmm? A-Min... What's with your look?" Momo asked curiously, looking at his fellow villager, Zhang Min.

"Sigh, I really lost it. I heard it snowed in the north, went over to fill two cans to send home, only to get hit by a snowball while watching a snowball fight..."

"Wow, when snow is packed tightly, it turns into ice lumps. I got hit so hard, I stumbled into a snowman. Damn it, there were roadblock stones inside the snowman; I tripped over them and fell flat."

Zhang Min explained helplessly how he ended up with a cloth on his head and plaster on his ankle.

"You guys be careful when watching snow in the north. The locals don't focus on the snow; it's the fight they emphasize. Remember to wear a full-face helmet when you watch a snowball fight..."

"6..." Momo nodded, acknowledging it with a gesture.

Ah Qing secretly swallowed, touched her smooth head, and pondered the hardness of bricks.

Apparently... the world of ice and snow isn't a must-visit choice.

"The senior boxing match has started～"

While Ah Qing and the others were still in the corridor talking to the injured Zhang Min, Ansheng leisurely walked to the balcony and whistled towards the small tea tree.

"Cockroach, go next door and take a shower. In a bit, join us to make sure our professors don't lose the fight."

"Buzz!"

A large cockroach jumped from the leaves, stood on a branch, saluted, then flew around to the neighboring dormitory, kicked open the faucet, and started washing in the sink.

"?!"

In the next dorm room, a girl watched in disbelief as a thumb-sized male cockroach turned on the tap, reached for the shampoo beside it, and cleaned its twin ponytails.

"Ahhh—darn cockroach!"

The cockroach glanced disdainfully, clicked its tongue, lifted a leg to rub soap, and scrubbed its body.

"Zzz—"

The cockroach grumbled that if it weren't for Master Fuli asking it to shower, it wouldn't have left the tea tree.

Living on the tea tree, it had leaves to eat, resin to quench its thirst, and supplements occasionally.

"Eek~"

Screams rang next door, but they didn't bother Ansheng as he packed his luggage. He pulled a saddlebag from the wardrobe, went to the desk, took Ah Qing's brass knuckles from the drawer, and put them in the bag.

After packing, Ansheng went to the fridge and dragged out a 2-liter bottle of cola to put in the bag.

Ansheng sat next to his belongings with a righteous look on his face, gazing at the door.

"......"

Feeling this, Ah Qing turned back and saw Xiaolan ready with his packed bags.

"Wow—"

Ah Qing didn't speak, only widened her eyes in a mysterious amazement: "Smart move!"

Momo glanced over, slightly straightened up, and looked stiffly at the little fox.

......

A half-hour later, Professor Huang returned driving an old GL8 minivan, followed by two Wuling Hongguang vans crammed with graduate students.

"Momo, I remember you have a car, right? You can take Ah Qing with us. My car is full of professors from other departments, so please give Ah Qing a ride."

Professor Huang called to Momo in the corridor.

"Are the other professors going too?" Momo was taken aback, looking curiously at the old GL8, vaguely seeing his own advisor's face through the car window.

Seriously, what's an environmental expert doing here causing trouble?

Ah Qing doesn't study environmental management, and even if she goes to graduate school she wouldn't choose our field, right?

Momo was speechless, but she too wanted to see the Wuyou Sect's capabilities, so she willingly drove out, taking Ah Qing and others to the Wuyou Sect on Zhongnan Mountain.

After a two-hour drive, winding along the mountain road, they arrived straightforwardly at the mountaintop where the Wuyou Sect was located.

The Wuyou Sect wasn't large; the mountaintop was just a few acres in size.

The parking lot connected to the courtyard plaza, with an ancient incense burner standing in the center, and behind it was the courtyard structure housing the Wuyou Sect.

"Huh?"

Just released from the detention center, Liu Lingyu, rummaging through his backpack for keys, looked bewildered at the scene in front of him.

A minivan flew straight, dropping heavily onto the plaza in front of the temple, parking with a swing that no one could match, followed by two clearly overloaded vans screeching into the parking area.

Finally, an electric car stopped leisurely.

"Clunk—"

The minivan door slid open, and elderly folks full of self-confidence got off, with the older man driving even more ridiculous, his bulging muscles stretching the white long-sleeved shirt, his face fierce and intimidating.

"You over there! Are you from Wuyou Sect?"

Professor Huang scanned the area, quickly spotting Liu Lingyu holding a set of keys, just about to open the temple door.

Professor Huang spoke loudly:

"Where's the old mast—ugh, where's the Sect Leader of Wuyou Sect? Tell him to come out and have a... discussion with me... reason!"

"Damn, you're taking in students right under my nose. How do you explain this?"

"Huh?"

Liu Lingyu, overwhelmed with disbelief, looked at a carload of obvious seniors in the field, his face cold with sweat.

Me?

I don't recall anything like that. Could it be some shenanigans caused by my dad playing mahjong and drinking?

Should I admit? Hopeful not to be used as a bowling pin?

As he saw the seniors surrounding him, Liu Lingyu swallowed and said:

"Well… I seem to be the Sect Leader. Are you sure you've come to the right place? We have a Mountain Viewing Pavilion and a Scripture Platform on the neighboring hills of Zhongnan Mountain…"

"Make sure before seeking revenge; if necessary, I can cover fuel costs and you can check next door?"

Professor Huang widened his eyes in anger: "No mistake, we're here for the Wuyou Sect!"

Liu Lingyu: "......"