Now he doesn't have to worry about not being able to sell his goods, or Sun Zhijun wanting to buy but not having the money.
"I woke up at five this morning to go to the bathroom and thought I'd try it. I didn't even have an electric blanket, but just smelling it made me feel refreshed. I used a lighter from the next dorm to light some, and now our entire dorm is incredibly energetic. They're all studying like crazy now!"
Sun He pointed to a few people at the back of the classroom. Those people usually just slept with their heads on their desks until the morning reading session, when they'd groggily mumble a few lines.
Now, all of them were energetically doing practice problems.
This Spirit Medicine, which is effective even for Cultivator, is even more remarkably effective for Mortals.
"But honestly... they look a bit like they're on drugs..."
"Nothing will happen, absolutely not. If you don't trust others, don't you trust me?"
"That's true..."
Sun He is actually quite honest and genuinely good to his friends; he's definitely not the type to intentionally harm people.
However, An Chen was very speechless now.
Because this was the very thing he sold to Sun He's father.
But since Sun He had already offered, An Chen still accepted it and put it in his pocket.
Sun He probably didn't know that his father still had an even stronger Qingxin Pill.
If a Mortal were to take one of those, it would probably be more potent than chugging a whole case of Red Bull.
"By the way, why didn't you go to Class Nine?"
An Chen distributed the breakfast he brought while looking around the classroom, noticing that most people were in the classroom today.
A few days ago, these people should have been at the entrance of Class Nine listening to story time.
"You don't know? Wang Zhaoyang said he was afraid of being too prominent these past few days, so he asked for two days leave, and the crucial thing is that the Head of the Academic Affairs Office actually approved his leave."
Wang Zhaoyang's name had already spread outside the school with the students who had cell phones, and even a few small media outlets had revealed the true identity of this heroic youth.
Although the news from these small media outlets was quickly deleted, Wang Zhaoyang's identity could absolutely not be kept secret.
It seemed normal for Wang Zhaoyang to ask for leave to avoid the limelight at this time.
This couldn't help but make An Chen sigh, realizing that Wang Zhaoyang actually had a bit of a brain.
No, that's not right...
An Chen then thought that it shouldn't be the case.
Now that Wang Zhaoyang had the protection of Kunpeng, something like taking leave to avoid the limelight should have been taught to him by Kunpeng's people.
But that's not important anymore. An Chen was previously worried that more and more people would notice Wang Zhaoyang, causing trouble for this area, and perhaps even affecting himself.
But now, Kunpeng should solve these matters.
After school at noon, An Chen went to Ye Xinning's house again.
One reason was that her house was closer, and another was to join in the fun.
Four people together, they could play Mahjong, or if someone didn't want to play, they could play Dou Dizhu.
Before the two of them were even out of school, Su Xiaojiu had already run to Ye Xinning's house.
Anyway, Hong Shan also knew her, so he opened the door when he saw her arrive.
By the time the two students returned home, Su Xiaojiu and Hong Shan had already been playing 'Go Fish' for a long time, and both their faces were covered in paper strips.
However, Hong Shan's face clearly had more paper strips, with only his eyes showing, while Su Xiaojiu's face seemed to have only two symbolically placed strips, much fewer than Hong Shan's.
Logically, in this type of game of chance, the wins and losses should be about even, and the difference shouldn't be this great.
The sound of them throwing down cards was loud, Su Xiaojiu had her legs crossed, and Hong Shan had one foot propped up on a nearby chair.
"Draw! You draw! I swear, I don't believe you can draw it again!"
Hong Shan now had only two cards left, and his beard was bristling.
"Draw then!"
Su Xiaojiu slapped the table and stood up, narrowing her eyes as she carefully chose between the two poker cards in front of her.
She only had one card left, and as long as she didn't draw the turtle, she would win.
"Hurry up!"
Hong Shan urged, an impatient expression on his face.
Su Xiaojiu's finger rested on one of the cards. She closed her eyes, thought carefully for a moment, then a smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
"I saw it!"
"What did you see?!"
Hong Shan looked disgusted.
"Can you hurry up? What's with all the unnecessary theatrics!"
"Don't rush." Su Xiaojiu pointed at the card and said, "I saw a big turtle inside."
Then, she placed her finger on the other card and gently drew it.
It was a four, and it perfectly matched the four in her hand.
Su Xiaojiu slammed the two cards onto the table with force and then burst into unrestrained laughter.
An Chen's brows furrowed as he listened.
Why did she sound like a villain?
"That's strange... I've lost eight games in a row, this is spooky!"
Hong Shan scratched his head, slumping into the chair in frustration, then looked at his hands.
Was he really that unlucky?
"No, no, no, I'm not playing anymore! My luck is too bad today! A loss is a loss, I won't argue with you! I'll go to Tianji Tower for a divination when I return to Kyushu, then find an auspicious day, and we'll fight another three hundred rounds!"
However, Su Xiaojiu didn't listen to what he said. She just silently took out her phone and, with lightning speed, snapped a photo.
In the photo, Hong Shan's face was covered in white strips, like a face full of white whiskers, and his eyes showed expressions of confusion, bewilderment, and dejection, looking as pathetic as could be.
"What are you doing!"
"Of course, I'm documenting the Mahjong Immortal's magnificent demeanor, hahahaha!"
In Kyushu, the Mahjong Immortal's name is very well-known. If Su Xiaojiu had such "dirt" on him, regardless of its monetary value, it would at least be half of Hong Shan's "handle."
"Me!"
Hong Shan also pulled out his phone, wanting to take a picture of Su Xiaojiu, since Su Xiaojiu also had white strips on her face.
But Hong Shan's defeat came from his lack of familiarity with using a phone. Before he could open the camera, Su Xiaojiu had already torn off all the white strips from her face, ran behind An Chen, and stuck out her tongue.
"Why are you hiding behind me? I can't protect you anyway."
An Chen gave a wry smile.
Hong Shan is at the Soul Transformation Peak, and Su Xiaojiu is at the Qi Refining Twelfth Level. Both of them are much stronger than him. If anyone should be hiding, it should be him hiding behind Su Xiaojiu.
"You have no martial virtue!"
Hong Shan's beard was crooked with anger, but he truly couldn't do anything about Su Xiaojiu, because Ye Xinning was staring fixedly at him.
This was Ye Xinning's house, after all.
"Why are you, an old man, competing with me!"
Su Xiaojiu stuck out her tongue again.
"Alright! My luck is too bad today! A loss is a loss, I won't bother with you!"
An Chen glanced behind Hong Shan, his eye twitching, then he said earnestly:
"Hongshan Senior, tell me, is there, just perhaps, a possibility—and I mean just a possibility—that you lost because there's a mirror behind you?"