[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

13: Child of the Wind 13

Paracelsus' words caused the equivalent of a magnitude ten earthquake in Zong Yan's heart.

Although what the alchemical giant said was a bit indirect, as an educated Chinese, Zong Yan could easily extract the necessary information from these vague words, as this was an essential skill for every Chinese high school student who'd endured the torture of reading comprehension in literature class.

The meaning was quite simple. There were dangerous elements in this school. If they were human double agents or alien beings, he should set an example as the school chief and pull them out by the roots. Of course, if he found any abnormality because of his unique talent, with his limited individual strength he should be sure to report it to the top at once. Make good use of the power of snitching, little chief. Jiayou, we're optimistic about you oh!

What, are you MU people playing spy games like it's Mission Impossible?

Zong Yan couldn't wrap his head around it.

He felt like a sacrificial goat. This wasn't a university but a tiger's den. At any moment an enemy might upend the situation.

But no matter how much he complained to himself he couldn't escape the facts. The new student chief was an elephant on a tightrope.

Zong Yan, who'd just found out this important secret, trembled like he was on thin ice for the next three days. Everyone he saw looked like a spy.

"Yan Ge, what electives are you taking?" At noon Wang KeMing came up to him carrying his lunch plate, speaking very cordially.

Wang KeMing had been enthusiastic ever since Zong Yan became the new school chief. People who didn't know better would think he was Zong Yan's number one henchman.

"Basically everything."

Wang KeMing was a little too excited about him, but at least his attitude was friendly. He never made himself a pest or crossed the line. Zong Yan couldn't bring himself to give him the cold shoulder.

Because of the vice chancellor's advice, Zong Yan even had a friendly conversation with him.

Wang KeMing announced somewhat pompously that he wanted to take Zong Yan to London's red light district that weekend to have some fun. Zong Yan thought that this person and Ye JingMing were carved from the same mold. Both had a typical show-off personality.

Anyway, strike one from the list. There was no way he was a spy.

Zong Yan looked through the course list and pinched his nose. He checked off every subject except for physics.

Like Sir Isaac Newton said, life is important. It was better to learn as much as he could.

On the afternoon of the fifth day, Zong Yan once again experienced the uniqueness of elective courses.

The name of this class was Eastern alchemy. It was one of the most popular elective courses every year, and the instructor was said to be very knowledgeable.

An elegant man in Taoist robes smiled, lifted his fingers and stroked the fly whisk in his hand.

He didn't look much older than Zong Yan. His long black hair was tied up with a jade hair crown, like an ancient costume drama actor who'd just stepped out of Hengdian. His image somewhat clashed with the school, which was full of Western classicism.

But his words made the students' jaws drop.

"My surname is Xu. My single-character name is Fu, and my courtesy name is JunFang. This year I am about two thousand years old. You may have heard my name in the Records of the Grand Historian. I'm ashamed to say I have no virtue and no talent. I only held a minor post in the state of Qin.