C13 – It Shocked the Whole Class
The bell signaling the end of class had barely finished ringing when Wen Huaimu began packing his books, ready to head ho for a al. That’s when he noticed two classmates lingering by his desk.
Looking up, Wen recognized the pair as class troublemakers Li Gang and Li Mo. Rumor had it they had connections outside of school and were notorious figures among their peers.
Wen’s expression turned steely; he wasn’t intimidated by them.
Li Gang and Li Mo were taken aback by Wen’s composure. It appeared Wen’s deanor had undergone a significant shift, and the rumors were true. Still, they considered Wen a pushover, soone they could easily tornt.
Wen’s gaze sharpened as he locked eyes with Li Mo, a peculiar gleam flickering in his stare.
“Spirit Deterrence!”
This was a new spell Wen had mastered. Mind Shock, a low-level psychic magic, was tricky for most enchanters to wield. But Wen was gifted, his innate psychic force capable of manifesting a Devil Spirit for training. And so, the elfin had imparted this formidable magic to him.
“Release ,” Wen commanded, his voice booming. The eerie gleam in his eyes morphed into a dark, soul-eating shadow that crept into Li Mo’s gaze.
“Ah!”
Li Mo’s world turned topsy-turvy in a flash. He felt as if he had plumted into hell itself, surrounded by ghastly skeletons, blood, and ceaseless shrieks.
In an instant, Li Mo’s complexion drained of color. He released his grip on Wen’s collar and stumbled backward in terror, screaming, “Ghost, there’s a ghost!”
So students had lingered in the classroom, eager for so excitent. But upon witnessing Li Mo’s horrified look, they couldn’t contain their laughter. They were equally astonished by Wen’s ability to instill such fear in Li Mo. Did Wen possess a latent ferocity? He had managed to make the usually fearless Li Mo let out a piercing scream.
Li Gang was mortified by Li Mo’s pitiful display. He was nothing like soone aspiring to rise in the mafia. Seething, Li Gang fixed a venomous glare on Wen and hissed, “Kid, you’re way out of line.”
After finishing his taunt, Li Gang swung his fist, aiming a blow straight at Wen Huaimu’s face.
With a dismissive dodge, Wen Huaimu sidestepped Li Gang’s punch. A spark of magic gathered in his palm, striking Li Gang’s chest without a sound.
The force behind Wen Huaimu’s strike was minimal, barely a touch, yet the spark was a dense concentration of the fire elent. Upon contact, it exploded silently, the shockwave piercing through Li Gang’s body, flushing his face with alternating shades of red and white. A tightness gripped his chest, and he felt an urge to cough up blood.
“You!”
Incredulous, Li Gang clutched at Wen Huaimu’s shoulder, but words failed him.
“Garbage!”
With scorn, Wen Huaimu brushed off Li Gang’s hand and shoved him to the ground. He cast a glance at Li Mo, whose eyes were still wide with fear, too scared to co closer. Wen Huaimu’s cold smile carried a warning, “Don’t start trouble if you can’t handle the fallout. Otherwise, you’re on your own.”
With that, Wen Huaimu nonchalantly gathered his books and strode out of the classroom.
The other students were left staring, mouths agape.
“Hey, did you catch that?”
“I did. That’s so real skill!”
“Is it for real? Boss Wen just gave a light palm strike, didn’t he? How could it pack such a punch?”
“Cut the chatter. Boss Wen handled Li Gang with ease. I had the clearest view.”
“I missed it. Boss Wen must’ve mastered so martial arts secret. That settles it; I’m asking him to take on as a disciple.”
The students buzzed with excitent, their imaginations running wild. If only Wen Huaimu had stayed, he would have been just as astonished by their fanciful speculations.
Stepping out of the school, Wen Huaimu bypassed his family’s restaurant and headed to a bustling New Guizhou beef noodle joint near the school gates, ordering two servings of beef noodles.
Finding a quiet spot, Wen Huaimu shared a serving with the elfin, and they dug in heartily.
Wen Huaimu was rely sampling the fare, eating with asured enjoynt.
The elfin, however, was a different story. Wen Huaimu couldn’t help but wonder if there had been a mix-up when she was created. She seed perpetually ravenous, devouring the hearty beef noodles as if they were the finest of delicacies.
“Hey, even though we’re alone, couldn’t you show a little restraint?” Wen Huaimu shot a scornful glance at the elfin.
Without looking up, the elfin slurped down her beef noodles before lifting her head and rolling her eyes. “I’ll never understand you humans. Eating should be a joyous occasion, not so slow, tedious chore that annoys to watch.”
Wen Huaimu was at a loss for words.
“I’m still not full, though. Later, you can pop over to the supermarket and grab so snacks. That place across the street looks good,” the elfin said, referring to a bustling dium-sized departnt store opposite Wen Huaimu.
Speechless once more, Wen Huaimu.
Post-noodle feast, at the elfin’s insistence, a resigned Wen Huaimu entered the departnt store. Guided by the elfin, he filled a cart with food until his funds ran dry, finally giving the elfin pause.
After paying, Wen Huaimu was dumbstruck. He hadn’t fostered an elfin, but a spending tyrant. She had blown through his savings in no ti. How on earth would he support her going forward?
Just then, Wen Huaimu spotted Mr. Long Hair and his companions heading towards the school. Hastily, he paid up, stashed two large bags of food into his molding ring from a secluded corner, and dashed off to catch up with Mr. Long Hair.
“Mr. Long Hair.”
Approaching Long Hair, Wen Huaimu called out with due politeness, his tone devoid of any undue reverence.
Long Hair’s eyebrows quirked, his eyes betraying a flicker of annoyance. Yet, needing Wen Huaimu for tonight’s Red Bull earnings, he held his tongue.
“Money does talk, doesn’t it? You weren’t so keen this morning, but now you’re on board?” Long Hair said with a sly, mocking laugh.
Internally, Wen Huaimu acknowledged his need for cash. Externally, he managed an embarrassed smile and responded, “You’ve entrusted with a task, Mr. Long Hair. Even without the money, I’d still honor your request. So, what do you need to do tonight?”
Mr. Long Hair was quite pleased with Wen Huaimu’s discernnt and gave a nod, his smile broadening as he spoke, “It’s not a bad thing at all. I assure you, you’re going to love it.”
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