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nTranslator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

nThe buying process went very smoothly. Song Shuhang bought a phone that had just come out this month, getting a white and a black version.

nHe would keep the black version, and give the white one to Senior White.

nOnce he was finished grinding the heavenly tribulation, Senior White would then magically modify the phones.

nIn the meantime, he could still use them to make calls and go online to chat.

nAfter buying the phone and paying, Song Shuhang left the store.

nOrdinary people had rather normal lives, and generally speaking, the possibility of encountering robbers, explosions, or terroristic attacks while buying a phone was extremely low. Some people wouldn’t ever experience these things in their whole life.

nSong Shuhang inserted the SIM card into the phone and switched it on. The phone was working just fine, and there seemed to be no problem with it. The SIM card was somewhat damaged, but it was already a miracle that it had survived the heavenly tribulation.

nThen, Shuhang found a deserted place and rode his flying saber again, returning to Medicine Master’s building.

nOn his way back, he passed through that park again.

nInstructor Li was nowhere to be seen. It seemed he had already finished his morning exercise, returning to his home.

nWho knew… If he didn’t give up, he might even become a martial arts expert specialized in sword, saber, staff, and fist techniques, becoming a legend in the Jiangnan area!

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nHours flew, and it was soon time for the morning class.

nSong Shuhang arrived at Loli Shi’s room to wake her up.

n“Shi, get up. We have to go to class,” Song Shuhang said as he patted her face.

n“Hmm… no, I don’t want to… I want to sleep some more…” Shi turned around and cuddled the quilt. She didn’t intend to get out of bed.

nSong Shuhang sighed and patted her gently. “Get up, alright? If you are really that sleepy, you can take a nap after class, okay?”

n“No!” Shi’s tiny legs kicked the bed. “I want to sleep some more… I don’t want to get up. Senior Brother Song, please.”

n“…” Song Shuhang said, “What if I bring you there on the flying saber?”

n“No, I don’t want to go to class. I don’t want to get up. Senior Brother Song, I hate you…” Shi said in a low voice, shrinking her head under the quilt.

n‘I hate you…’

n“Alright.” Song Shuhang forced a smile, and said, “In that case, keep sleeping. I’ll wake you up in the afternoon to eat.”

n“Hmm… Senior Brother Song, I love you.” Shi immediately changed her stance. Then, she rolled in the quilt and assumed a more comfortable posture, continuing to sleep.

n‘I love you…’

nFor disobedient children, love and hate were so simple!

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nIn the end, Song Shuhang had to go to class alone.

nToday’s first class was math.

nProfessor Yang, who was in charge of the subject, had a bad habit to casually call the roll. For example, while teaching or when he was done explaining something.

nMoreover, the attendance frequency would influence the final score of the examination.

nThis habit of his wasn’t really liked, and a lot of students hoped that Professor Yang would change it. However, the professor didn’t seem to care, and stuck to his own way of doing things.

nToday was no exception. Halfway through the class, Professor Yang started calling the roll.

n“Here we go again.” Gao Moumou rubbed his face. Luckily, he was filled with energy as of late, and he hadn’t skipped class. He stretched out his hand and poked at the sleeping Tubo. “Wake up! Old Yang is calling the roll again.”

nTubo wiped the drool away and looked in front of him in a daze.

nSong Shuhang rubbed his temples. Shi and True Monarch White Crane weren’t present.

nAlthough they had come here just to gain some experience and didn’t really care about grades, it wouldn’t be good if they attracted Old Yang’s attention.

nWhile he was in deep thought, Professor Yang had already started calling the roll, reaching his name. “Song Shuhang.”

n“Here,” Song Shuhang replied.

nOld Yang looked at him and nodded, satisfied. He had a good memory, and could always associate the name and appearance of the various students.

nThis was one of the reasons the students hated him this much. This way, they couldn’t let someone else answer in their stead.

nAt the university, one would call the roll only at the start to get to know the students. In some universities, no one even called it in the first place. Yet, Old Yang insisted on being this pedantic.

n“Gao Moumou,” Old Yang called out.

n“Here,” Gao Moumou replied. His name was rather peculiar, and the professor had immediately remembered his appearance.

nIt wasn’t only Professor Yang—it was the same for the other professors as well. So, whenever they called the roll, they would recognize him immediately, which made it impossible for Gao Moumou to have another person answer in his stead. Each time he thought about it, he felt rather aggrieved.

nAs such, one’s name was very important!

n“Song Shi?” Professor Yang called out. He remembered this little girl clearly as well. After all, she was a genius.

nSong Shuhang gritted his teeth and pinched his throat, saying, “Here!”

nWhen answering, he used the shapeshifting brooch, which influenced Professor Yang’s sight.

nHe had influenced Professor Yang alone, and he was still Song Shuhang in everyone else’s eyes.

nTherefore, when he replied while holding his throat, Tubo, Gao Moumou, and Yangde looked at him in disbelief. Had Shuhang gone crazy today? He actually dared to answer in someone else’s stead during Old Yang’s lesson? Moreover, he pretended to be ‘Song Shi’ who was someone easily recognized?!

nHowever, something shocking happened.

nOn the platform, Professor Yang pushed his glasses up with one finger and looked at Song Shuhang. Then, he nodded, satisfied, and ticked on the roll book.

nIn his eyes, Song Shuhang was apparently not Song Shuhang, but Loli Shi.

n“???” Gao Moumou was puzzled. Had Old Yang gone mad today?

nHe wasn’t the only one… The surrounding students thought the same.

nThe roll continued.

n“Yangde!” Old Yang continued to call people.

nYangde hurried to reply. “Here.”

n“Lu Fei.”

n“Over here.”

n“Tubo.”

n“Here.”

n“Bai He!” Professor Yang called again.

nThen, under Gao Moumou, Tubo, Yangde’s dumbfounded gaze, Song Shuhang moved to another seat, and, after pinching his throat, said, “Here!”

nOld Yang raised his head and looked at Song Shuhang.

nEverything seemed alright.

nOld Yang nodded his head again and ticked on the roll book.

nThe surrounding students were dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Had Old Yang become blind? How did he fail to notice that Song Shuhang had answered three times?!

n“Did Old Yang wake up in a strange state today?” some students whispered.

n“Perhaps he wore the wrong glasses and can’t see properly?” someone else said.

n“Maybe he’s not feeling too well, and has no idea what’s going on?”

n“Right, Zhu Tao didn’t come today. Should we answer in his stead since Old Yang is half-blind today? Maybe we can fool him,” a student with a strong build said in a low voice.

n“…” Song Shuhang.

nBrothers, don’t. Old Yang isn’t half-blind today, he isn’t wearing the wrong glasses, and he isn’t ill, either!

n“Nan Xinqiong!”

n“Over here.”

n“Zhu Tao!” Old Yang finally called Zhu Tao’s name.

nThen, that roommate of Zhu Tao raised his head in all seriousness and said, “Here!”

n“…” Song Shuhang.

nIf possible, he really wished to lend his shapeshifting brooch to that guy, but it was too late. In addition, he hadn’t studied illusory techniques, either, and he couldn’t suddenly make him resemble someone else.

nSong Shuhang could only look at him apologetically.

nProfessor Yang pushed up his glasses and stared at Zhu Tao’s roommate. “Are you Zhu Tao?”

n“Umh…” The roommate felt that there was something wrong. Things weren’t supposed to go this way!

n“In that case, who was that Xiong Donghua from before?” Professor Yang said gravely.

nNot only the professor wasn’t blind, but his memory was also perfect.

nXiong Donghua felt like crying. If he could express his feeling with an emoji, it would definitely be this: ?

n“Student Xiong, it’s a good thing that you value friendship this much, but you shouldn’t say ‘here’ when I’m calling someone else.” Professor Yang pushed his glasses up, and continued, “But since you are such a good person, let’s consider your friend ‘Zhu Tao’ present today.”

nXiong Donghua’s eyes immediately lit up.

nOld Yang was actually being reasonable?

nHe hadn’t expected that Professor Yang had this side. It was truly great.

n“However, Xiong Donghua will be considered absent,” Old Yang said calmly. He stretched out his hand and ticked Zhu Tao’s name while crossing out Xiong Donghua’s.

nXiong Donghua wanted to cry himself to sleep…

nAt the same time, many students turned their heads and looked at Song Shuhang.

nHow had Song Shuhang managed to fool him just now? He answered for three people, and the professor didn’t notice anything amiss!

nBribery? Some unwritten rule? Or was Song Shuhang Old Yang’s secret son?

nGao Moumou got closer and, in a low voice, asked, “Shuhang, what happened just now?”

n“What?” Song Shuhang blinked.

n“Don’t play dumb. Just now, you answered in Shi’s and Bai He’s stead, but Professor Yang didn’t say anything!” Gao Moumou gritted his teeth.

n“Because I used a small trick,” Song Shuhang said.

n“What trick?” Gao Moumou asked in puzzlement.

n“Money,” Song Shuhang said. “As a matter of fact, Song Shi and Bai He are rather special, and the reason they could transfer to this university in the first place is money. When it comes to money, teachers will also close one eye and pretend not to notice some things.”

n“…” Gao Moumou.

nWhat about moral integrity?

nSong Shuhang raised his head and looked at the sky. Just now, he shouldn’t have influenced Old Yang alone, but should have asked the virtuous lamia and Lady Onion for help.

nHe should have let the virtuous lamia assume White Crane’s appearance and change Lady Onion into Shi with the shapeshifting brooch. That would have been the best thing to do.

nToo bad that it didn’t cross his mind.

nMoreover, it was better to learn some illusory technique as soon as possible.

nKnowing some simple illusory technique would save him a lot of trouble when dealing with ordinary people.

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