Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios
The train stopped after the fight. Although the damage to the last two carriages were not serious enough to interfere with the smooth operation of the rest of the train, the staff did not dare to drive it any further.
Only passengers in the 11th carriage saw the gigantic flood peak just now. But that carriage was a dining section and most passengers there were train personnel, who would not cause much trouble.
Other students from the Daoyuan Class obediently retreated to the riverside, waiting to be picked up by the Heavenly Network.
However, at that moment, everyone was startled by a scream. When they turned, they saw Lu Shu falling into the river, as if he had failed to maintain his balance. But no one was close enough to catch him.
Lu Shu fell into the river with a loud splash.
"What happened?" the people around were utterly confused.
"Let's go down to save him!" a group ran down the slope, but Lu Shu failed to emerge from the river.
Lu Shu felt at home the instant he fell into the water. The current flowed around him at his command. He could use his willpower to effortlessly dive tens of meters underwater.
Initially, he was still deeply shocked due to Nie Ting and the speculation about the power that Cao Qingci had awakened to. But to his surprise, he sensed a wave of Spirit Qi from the river bed under the bridge. Could it belong to the dead Class B master?
Though rapid, the river was not very deep. Lu Shu's vision was obscured by the turbid water, but his control over the water element offered him another eye to see through the water.
After the undercurrents handed the item on the riverbed to Lu Shu, he stored it into his Seal of Lands without a single glance. It was not the right time to experiment with it.
Then, he swam towards the bank. Once his head emerged above the surface, he saw a group of Daoyuan Class geniuses waiting on the side. There were two guys removing their shirts, about to jump into the water.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Lu Shu walked ashore.
Seeing that he was safe and sound, the geniuses returned to their conceited selves and walked back up the shore.
The carriages were smashed open. A pile of luggage were gathered together to be kept for their owners but others were scattered in the river, beyond one's reach.
Nie Ting was indeed terrific to use such a big bargaining chip as his bait. What if he had failed? Did his boldness stem from his supreme skills? Or did his hatred cloud his judgment? Lu Shu could not decide.
As for the twenty-one lives taken by the Class B as claimed by Nie Ting, no one knew when it happened.
It seemed that the Practitioners and the Metahumans already had a lot of unknown disputes.
Lu Shu felt a bit sorry. Xiaoyu should have unlocked her Stage 2 nebula recently, so if she could siphon away the spirit of this Class B fighter…
But suddenly, a question popped up in Lu Shu's mind. Did Nie Ting even notice his abilities? Or could it be he had noticed, but chose to remain silent?
Something was not right. No matter how low-quality the Class B fighter's possessions were, they should be of some use to the Heavenly Network. Take for example what he got from the riverbed just now, it was definitely as powerful as the deep sea white sand. But Nie Ting did not even bother to pick it up and flew away without hesitation!
The Heavenly Network could not be so dazzlingly rich!
Or, could it be Nie Ting purposely left the item to Lu Shu since he already knew his abilities?
It was not totally impossible. Lu Shu decided to bury it in the bottom of his heart and take effort to verify it someday.
But then why did he tell Zhong Yutang to remind himself that his military ranking and power were confidential? What's the point?
After the incident, the geniuses were more willing to communicate with one another. After all, they were still middle school students with the psychological need of venting their pent-up emotions through communication.
"Do we have to join such battles in the future?"
"Of course. The teachers have said before, that the Heavenly Network does not train useless people."
"It's relatively easy here. What if someone wants to attack us in a crowd? How do we tell whether he is a good or bad guy?"
Lu Shu was happy that those geniuses were quite naive. He laughed, "Based on his background music, of course."
"From Cheng Qiuqiao's distress, +101…"
"From…"
Screw your background music, do you think you are watching a TV series?!
After three hours, a fleet of motorcars finally came to take the Daoyuan Class geniuses to the Capital.
Lu Xiaoyu rubbed Little Fury at home and held a grudge about Lu Shu's refusal to bring her to the Capital. Suddenly, her heart shuddered, the abrupt increase in her rubbing strength made Little Fury scream in pain.
But that shudder was quick to come and quick to go as well. When she called Lu Shu, he could not be reached too.
This made Lu Xiaoyu really want to give the old man Li Xianyi a call and drag him back from overseas to save Lu Shu. Although she had no idea where Lu Shu was, the old man surely knew.
What Lu Shu was not aware of was that Lu Xiaoyu had already called the old man's emergency line a long time ago. Their conversation was not that meaningful, but the old man was very pleased to receive Xiaoyu's call.
At first, the phone was safely kept by Auntie Liu. But now, the old man brought it with him wherever he went.
Luckily, Lu Shu was able to communicate with her soon after. He told Lu Xiaoyu about the attack and assured her that he was safe.
Lu Xiaoyu felt guilty that she was not there for Lu Shu when he was in danger.
Little Fury trembled and gestured that he was in pain.
"Oh," only then did Lu Xiaoyu loosen her grip on Little Fury and pretend nothing ever happened.
Little Fury pointed at the girl inside the TV drama, "Look at how gentle and sweet the girl in the drama is! And look at you!"
Lu Xiaoyu was confused for a second, "Who gave you the guts to say that?"
"From Little Fury's distress, +299…"
Could I ever talk some sense into her?!
This would not work, Little Fury was in deep thought. Things could not stay like this. Otherwise, Lu Xiaoyu would have rubbed him to death before he was crowned the Squirrel King.
Honestly, he suddenly started to miss Lu Shu. Although that fellow kept forcing him to do homework everyday, he would never inflict physical abuse!
I must think of a way!
He took out a notebook with all seriousness and started writing with a pencil between his arms, "Girls must be more gentle. You see, other girls speak with softness and even their way of speaking is so cute, like going to eat, sim ni da, going to sleep, sim ni da, going to shower, sim ni da, going to drink, sim ni da… People surely like these kind of girls!"
Lu Xiaoyu sneered on the sofa, her arms folded, "I can, too."
Little Fury was shocked, "Huh?!"
"Shut up, sim ni da."
"From Little Fury's distress, +666!"