Cette malédiction est juste géniale - Chapitre 342

Craquer!

The sound of the door being pushed open made the two people in the room stop arguing and turn around subconsciously.

Pennsylvanie!

Chen Yu clapped his hands and opened his arms, “Professeur!”

“Tu… Tu es…”

Dans la pièce.

Zhen Congming, who was wearing dirty clothes and holding his pants, saw the familiar figure standing in front of the door as if he was hit by a hammer. He stood there in a daze.

“Professor Zhen, Vous souvenez-vous encore de moi?”

“Professeur?” The person who argued with Zhen Congming was suspicious. He looked back and forth between Chen Yu and Zhen Congming and finally fixed his eyes on Zhen Congming. “tu pervertis, are you a professor? What professor? A professor of hybrid knowledge?”

“il a complètement perdu sa dignité et sa confiance!”

Pushing away the ‘obstacle’ devant lui, Zhen Congming’s eyes gradually turned red. He staggered and his hands trembled as he hugged Chen Yu tightly, “Petit frère!”

“Professeur.” Chen Yu was moved.

“Petit frère!” Soudainement, Zhen Congming cried out from his heart.

“Chen Yu!”

“My bosom friend!”

“Comment pourrais-je t'oublier…”

Pour un moment, the middle-aged man in the room, BB, Bahuang Yao, and Chen Siwen all had strange expressions on their faces.

“Sœur.” BB tilted her head. “What is a bosom friend?”

“Bosom friend… hemorrhoids, prostitutes, poulets…” Chen Siwen buried her head in thought. “Attendez un moment, let me think about the sl*tty words.”

Bahuang Yao: “…”

“Manquer, savez-vous?” BB looked at Bahuang Yao again.

“Ah, a bosom friend is a good friend who knows himself, understands himself, and is the same as himself.”

“Oh.” BB seemed to be deep in thought. “Puis, Sœur, do you have a bosom friend?”

“Moi?” Bahuang Yao frowned slightly. She subconsciously recalled Duan Ye’s figure in her mind. “Hmm… Je ne pense pas. Nut I do have a good friend. Ah d'accord, why did you call me ‘Miss’?”

“Dans les temps anciens, maidservants called people who needed to be served as Miss. If the person they served was a boy, they would call him Young Master.”

“Maidservant… Maidservant…” Bahuang Yao immediately became nervous. “Nous sommes amis! Don’t call me Miss…”

Quand elle a entendu ça, BB pretended not to hear it.

Quelle blague.

What was the use of friends?

Were friends used as food?

Could friends marry one person together?

Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just in time for ‘the two of them’ to get married.

If they could be married together as a servant girl, wouldn’t that be beautiful?

‘This is called resource integration.’

BB thought of this…

Dans la pièce, the two hugged for a full ten minutes before they couldn’t bear to part.

Chen Yu’s expression was complicated. “Professeur, tu…”

“I know what you want to say.” Zhen Congming wiped away his muddy tears. “C'est exact, I’ve lost weight recently.”

Chen Yu: “Not lost weight. Mais toi…”

“Je sais.” Zhen Congming nodded. “I’ve gotten older recently.”

Chen Yu: “It’s not old. C'est toi…”

“Oh, then I must have lost my fighting spirit.”

“Neither.” Chen Yu sped up his words to prevent the other party from interrupting him. “It’s your pants that fell off.”

“Il est devenu incompatible avec ceux qui l'entouraient…”

Zhen Congming lowered his head and looked at his pants. He lifted them up without batting an eyelid. “I was busy just now and didn’t have the time to put them on. Désolé pour ça.”

“C'est bon.” Chen Yu comforted him. “I often don’t wear pants.”

“Oui, it’s quite troublesome.”

“So it’s a bosom friend…” Chen Siwen murmured.

Zhen Congming reacted and looked at the three women outside the room. “Chen Yu, who are these three?”

“Oh, Professor Zhen, let me introduce them to you.” Chen Yu turned sideways. “This is Chen Siwen, ma sœur. If you have watched the Global University Tournament, you should know her. She was my classmate at that time, Bahuang…”

“Arrêtez-vous un instant.” The middle-aged man in the room couldn’t help but interrupt. “You can catch up later. I want to know how to deal with my pig.”

“A dead pig? Je vais le faire! Que peux-tu me faire?”

Zhen Congming was furious that his conversation with his bosom friend was interrupted. He grabbed the middle-aged man’s collar and said with a murderous look, “Do you believe that I’ll do you too?”

The middle-aged man’s face turned pale.

À ce moment là, he realized that the other party was a martial artist.

A martial artist was brave!

They had an astonishing destructive power. No matter how kind they were, they still had hostility in their bones.

They were like a tiger that was usually napping.

When it was full and happy, others would stroke it like a cat.

pourtant, when it was angry, it would stroke people like a cat stroking a mouse…

“Professeur, calme-toi.” Après avoir observé un moment, Chen Yu stepped forward to stop the fight. “It’s a dead animal. There’s no need to get angry. I’ll pay for it.”

“Pay for what?” Zhen Congming glared. “It’s a dead pig. Can’t I study it?”

“Mais… But we need food at home…” The middle-aged man shivered.

“You can’t eat it after washing it?”

L'homme d'âge moyen: “…”

“It’s all protein. Quel est le problème? Did you learn junior high physics for nothing?”

Toutes les personnes: “…”

En dehors de la maison, Chen Siwen covered BB’s eyes in shame. “Don’t look.”

“C'est bon.” BB blinked. “I have X-ray vision.”

Bahuang Yao stopped at the door and hesitated for a moment. She took out two hundred yuan from her pocket, entered the house, et l'a remis. “Oncle, can I pay for these?”

“Une… D'accord, d'accord, d'accord.” Seeing that there was help, the middle-aged man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. “No need for two. One is enough.”

“Petite fille, you don’t have to pay.” Zhen Congming put down the middle-aged man and said seriously, “Even if I pay you, I still have one hundred yuan. I’ll pay it myself.”

Puis, he put his hand into his shabby coat and rummaged through it. After a few seconds of confusion, he regained his calm expression. “Une… petite fille, can you lend me one hundred yuan?”

Bahuang Yao handed it over hesitantly.

Zhen Congming took it and threw it to the middle-aged man. “Don’t you just want compensation? Take your donkey and go.”

Chen Siwen asked, “Is it the donkey from the production team?”

…

Trois minutes plus tard.

The middle-aged man took the pig away.

Zhen Congming invited everyone into the house enthusiastically.

Based on his respect for Chen Yu, he treated Chen Siwen and the others very intimately. He served tea and lowered his attitude.

Chen Siwen and the others were flattered.

Because through Chen Yu’s introduction, they already knew Zhen Congming’s identity.

He was a professor at Tsinghua University!

He was at least Level 5 et ci-dessus…

“Professeur, don’t be like this.” Chen Siwen, who was usually fearless, était effrayé. “Don’t serve tea, it will shorten your life.”

“Soupir.” Zhen Congming waved his hand generously. “Chen Yu and I are old friends, and we know each other well. You are of the same generation as him, si naturellement, you are of the same generation as me.”

“What is a professor?” BB tugged at the corner of the girl’s shirt and asked again.

Bahuang Yao explained in a low voice, “A professor is an educator who is one level higher than a teacher.”

“Oh…” BB nodded.

The smile on Zhen Congming’s face slowly disappeared, and he looked a little sad, “Maintenant, I’m not a professor anymore.”

Tout le monde s'est regardé.

“Not a professor anymore?” Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, “Professor Zhen, did Tsinghua University…”

“Oui.” Zhen Congming nodded, picked up the teacup, et pris une gorgée, “I was expelled from Tsinghua University.”

“Pourquoi?”

“It’s quite simple.” Zhen Congming leaned back on the sofa and raised his head. He looked at the spider web-covered ceiling, “When the Beast Tide attacked the capital, I was ordered to go to the frontline to participate in the battle. Peu de temps après, after Commander Li Qinghua died, the higher-ups realized that they were no match for the Beast Tide. In order to preserve the flame, they retreated most of their forces.”

“I was one of the members who was evacuated because I was a research-type talent.”

“But the capital was destroyed and the school had to be relocated. But when Tsinghua University compiled the list of professors…”

Zhen Congming wanted to say something, mais il s'est arrêté. His eyes were filled with hatred.

“Tu… you were removed from the list?” Chen Yu asked tentatively.

“Oui. The school management thought that the human race was in imminent danger and couldn’t let me join the education team anymore.”

Chen Yu: “…”

Zhen Congming clenched his fists. “They say that I will make humanity’s already poor situation worse.”

Toutes les personnes: “…”

“Humiliation!” Zhen Congming choked. “Putain.”

“…Professeur.” Chen Yu didn’t know how to comfort him, so he had no choice but to share a common enemy. “The management of your school is really a bunch of short-sighted, ignorant, and useless people.”

“Frère.” Zhen Congming’s expression softened slightly. “C'est compréhensible. Après tout, there are only a few people in the world who have such an excellent eye like you.”

“…” Chen Siwen whispered, “I knew he was short-sighted.”

Chen Yu, who had good hearing, rolled his eyes at Chen Siwen, held Zhen Congming’s hand, et a continué, “Professeur, Tsinghua University doesn’t keep people, so it has its own place. His place is only suitable for those with big butts, so you don’t have to suffer.”

“Ne parlons pas de cela.” Zhen Congming drank the remaining tea and clenched his fists unwillingly. Il a changé de sujet, “Frère, when I went to the frontline, I left you a letter and the cultivation technique book you entrusted me with. Tu devrais l'avoir, droite? I came back to look for it when I was retreating, but it was gone.”

“Oui.” Chen Yu nodded, “I took it.”

“Je suis alors soulagé.” Zhen Congming was gratified. “I’ve been worried about you during this period of time. I was afraid that you would be killed in the war in the capital city. I also contacted my colleagues at Tsinghua University and asked them to look for you at Beijing University, but they couldn’t find you.”

“I left the school.”

“Left the school? Pourquoi?” Zhen Congming was surprised.

“Comment devrais-je le dire…” Chen Yu stroked his chin. “The school at Beijing University is okay. It can’t teach me much.”

Chen Siwen: “…”

Zhen Congming wanted to say something, but he hesitated. “tu oses me défier… expelled from the school?”

Entendre ça, Chen Yu didn’t explain.

Au lieu, he chose to explode his energy.

Claquer!

The strong wind was cold.

The shockwave spread.

Zhen Congming’s pupils contracted, and his hair was messed up. “De pointe… peak Level 2!”

“Oui.” Chen Yu calmed down.

“The last time we met… was only two or three months ago, droite?” Zhen Congming’s voice was dry. “You weren’t even Level 2 yet at that time. Maintenant, you’re almost Level 3. As tu… take Spirit Enhancing Pills?”

Chen Yu scratched his ears. “Ah, Oui.”

“At least two or more!” Zhen Congming was sure. “Autrement, there wouldn’t be such a rapid growth rate in the world.”

“Droite, droit.”

“Two Spirit Enhancement Pills in two or three months is still very impressive. Après tout, resources are also a part of strength.”

“Droite, droite, droit.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the university at will.” Zhen Congming said regretfully, “Beijing University is a very good university. It will be difficult for you to find such an excellent learning environment in the future.”

“Chen Yu.” Chen Siwen’s face gradually turned ugly. “You left the university?”

“I left the university,” Chen Yu corrected her. “outre, didn’t you not want me to go to Shanghai? Beijing University is in Shanghai now. Your logic is very strange.”

Chen Siwen: “…”

“Oh.” Zhen Congming understood and lowered his voice. “So you left the university to avoid the Beast Tide in Shanghai.”

Chen Yu: “Je ne l'ai pas fait.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re not an ordinary warrior. A small soldier running away is called a deserter. But a general running away is called a strategic retreat. Who has ever heard of the word ‘deserter’?”

Chen Yu didn’t want to dwell on this topic and asked, “Professeur, I’m mainly here to visit you. Let’s talk about your situation. How did you come to such a remote place in the Tibetan area? Et…”

He paused and looked around, “Life doesn’t seem to be very good.”

“…”

“…Soupir.”

Après un long silence, Zhen Congming sighed. “It’s because I’m a failure. Naturellement, I have to find a failed city. Alors, I came here.”

“Mauvais.” Chen Yu said seriously, “It’s not you who failed. It’s the commoners.”

Toutes les personnes: “…”

“Chen Yu.” Zhen Congming stood up and combed his hair with his hands behind his back, he paced around the room, “You don’t have to comfort me. I know this batch of commoners isn’t good enough for my talent. Peut-être, my talent is still too early for this world…”

Chen Siwen and Bahuang Yao: “…”

“But failure means failure. I’m not the kind of person who likes to complain. Comme on dit, heroes die in three years because they weren’t born.” Zhen Congming raised his head, “Society is bad. je ne peux rien y faire. This is fate.”

BB was stunned. “So is he complaining…”

He turned around and looked at Chen Yu. Zhen Congming said seriously, “Although I don’t know how you found me, judging from your travel-worn appearance, it shouldn’t be as simple as catching up with the past, droite?”

Seeing that they were getting to the main topic, Chen Yu didn’t waste any more time and stood up. “Professeur, catching up with the past is only one thing. I do have something to talk to you about.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Zhen Congming stretched out his hand, “Please go ahead.”

“You know that to upgrade from Level 2 à niveau 3, you have to condense the liquid ocean of Qi, droite?”

“C'est exact. To upgrade from Level 3, you have to condense the liquid ocean of Qi and turn it into a solid state.”

“Alors vous…” Chen Yu glanced at the three girls and moved closer to Zhen Congming’s ear, “Are you interested in researching a cultivation technique that can turn the solid ocean of Qi back into a liquid state?”

“I know what you mean.” The old professor narrowed his eyes, “It’s like the last time we created a technique that can drop a Level 2 fighter back to Level 1, droite?”

“Oui, Oui, Oui!” Chen Yu nodded excitedly, “Can you create a technique that can drop a Level 3 fighter back to Level 2?”

“Oh.” Zhen Congming walked to the bookshelf calmly and took out a stack of books, “I’ve finished creating it.”

Chen Yu: “?”

Huala!

Zhen Congming waved his hand and the books spread out like fan leaves.

“Apart from those who drop Level 3 à niveau 2, there are also those who dropped to Level 3 from Level 4.”

“Niveau 5 à niveau 4, Niveau 6 à niveau 5, Niveau 7 à niveau 6, Niveau 8 to Level 7…”

“…”

Chen Yu was dumbstruck….