“New Professor Inspects St. Antiona University? Who is this mystery person?”
“Oh my god, the handsome professor instantly kills, the out-of-control blood kin has nowhere to run!”
The latest posts on the campus forum, with super eye-catching titles, quickly plastered the entire forum with posts about Professor
An Xiaoyi in just a few hours.
This single post alone garnered over a hundred thousand views and thousands of comments.
St. Antiona’s campus forum is shared with the Executive Bureau, and some accounts with Executive Bureau identifiers also praised him.
Below An Xiaoyi’s side profile photo, taken with a scarf, were his age, dormitory number, and address/hometown.
At nine in the evening, An Xiaoyi sat on his bed, staring at his phone screen, almost dumbfounded.
He ruffled his messy hair.
“What is all this… Is it really necessary to be such a sensation? It must just be students messing around.”
An Xiaoyi mumbled, his finger scrolling down the screen, browse more posts and comments.
“I’m telling you, it’s absolutely true! I happened to be interning in the Scientific Research Department then, and I personally witnessed Professor An shoot that blood kin’s dog head off with one shot, from hundreds of meters away! It was incredibly insane!”
A student said.
“It was a sword, wasn’t it? He was holding the latest long sword from the Equipment Department, just like Chu Zihang, flying around and fighting. Swords clashing, he dodged sideways. There’s a real picture attached!”
A female student presented another version, with a slightly blurry photo.
In the photo, a tunnel filled with thick white mist, An Xiaoyi slowly walked out, holding a black long sword.
His eyes weren’t exactly sharp, but definitely intense, glowing gold, his face grim like a god of slaughter.
An Xiaoyi found it amusing; the picture was pretty well Photoshopped.
“He saved hundreds of people from the Scientific Research Department at that time!” a student commented.
“Even if he’s alone, he’s going to fight the out-of-control pure-blood kin? Ha Qi’an, you bastard…” The forum even allowed voice messages, and the student’s husky voice sounded like he was sighing to the heavens.
An Xiaoyi’s mouth twitched.
He scrolled to the next post, which even had an on-site interview with a video attached.
“That new Professor An? He made a resolution to die, which makes me feel extremely ashamed.”
The director of the research institute, being interviewed, choked up, shouting hoarsely towards the passage, “Please, you must survive!”
Clearly, the research institute director was also putting on a show.
In the camera, An Xiaoyi, who had just emerged, was taking off his protective suit.
The camera shifted.
In the plaza, a young executive, who had recently graduated, clutched his chest: “His appearance… it seems I’ll have to give up my title as the strongest executive.”
“In that moment, I wished I could marry no one but him. He saved me, even though I’ve never even been to the underground laboratory.”
In the office of the Confidence Center, a female employee typing put down her headphones.
“You mean him? At least five S-ranks. You ask if there are five S-ranks? Then I ask you…” the young lady at the Authority Assessment Center said.
“Hello, hello! Everyone, I’m Principal Farrow, and I think highly of Professor An. Please vote for him at the end of every year…” A rather strange woman suddenly appeared in the frame.
The screen went dark.
An Xiaoyi didn’t want to look anymore.
These comments almost made him believe he had really done something earth-shattering, when in fact he had only dealt with an out-of-control blood kin.
However.
He did feel much more relaxed.
The atmosphere at St. Antiona University was much better than he had imagined.
Before coming, he had always thought it was a strictly militarized and suffocating violent organization, but it turned out to be pretty much like a normal university.
He thought this might be why Farrow took him to familiarize himself with the environment.
An Xiaoyi had indeed been too nervous and too worried, always fearing that he wouldn’t meet others’ expectations and would disappoint them.
If it’s St. Antiona, being a history professor doesn’t seem so bad?
Farrow, is this your true purpose?
Ha Qi’fa, I really misunderstood…
“Why am I acting like a lunatic too?” An Xiaoyi rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on.
He turned to look at the bustling scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Under the streetlights, students walked in pairs, couples held hands, chatting and laughing.
A large, fat cat elegantly wove through the crowd.
Behind him, a young male professor was dodging something; it turned out a female student was chasing him with a bouquet of roses, surrounded by a large group of onlookers.
What a noisy night.
And quite youthful.
An Xiaoyi stared blankly, a smile spreading across his face.
The smile quickly faded into deep thought.
In his mind, the excited shouts of the blood kin from the Scientific Research Department echoed relentlessly.
“It’s you… it’s you! It’s you!”
That look couldn’t be mistaken.
Without a doubt, the man recognized An Xiaoxue.
This made An Xiaoyi very uneasy.
Aside from Farrow, his identity as a blood kin had never been exposed.
All the blood kin who had ever seen An Xiaoxue had died, so he was sure there were no oversights.
And then there was that inexplicable memory fragment that flashed in his mind when he heard the alarm at the Executive Bureau.
He felt like he had lost a piece of his memory.
Something rumbled in his stomach.
He looked down and realized he hadn’t had dinner.
Since the dorms were like a hotel, the dining hall was naturally a restaurant.
Inside the magnificent glass building, students working part-time pushed food carts through.
The restaurant’s lighting was dim, complementing the streetlights outside, creating a romantic, almost Valentine’s Day-like atmosphere.
He had to admit, St. Antiona University’s night beauty was unique.
“You’re… Professor An, right?!”
He had just found a corner seat when the server’s eyes lit up.
“I can be whatever you need me to be,” An Xiaoyi said, looking around and lowering his voice.
“Understood, understood. Professor An has only been here two days, and you’re already a big star, you know,” the server smiled sweetly, pulling out her phone and shaking it.
“You’re much better-looking than in your photos. Do you mind if I take a picture?”
“I refuse.”
“Okay,” the server pouted, looking disappointed.
“Here’s the menu.”
Her voice had changed, losing its previous enthusiasm.
So realistic.
An Xiaoyi put down the menu.
“One beef noodle soup.”
“Professor An wants one beef noodle soup!” the server shouted, raising her hand.
Countless eyes immediately turned to him.
An Xiaoyi pretended to look at his phone, a “please don’t disturb me, I’m just here for a late-night snack” expression on his face.
He narrowed his eyes at the server.
“Excuse me, does the school have a credit system?”
“Yes, yes, a credit system…”
“And another question, are you a student working part-time?”
“Xu Qing, second year. I no longer need to take basic authority knowledge or blood kin history classes.” The female student instantly saw through his thoughts.
“Professor An, you won’t have a chance to deduct my credits.”
An Xiaoyi felt thoroughly defeated, his face turning red.
While waiting, he idly observed the restaurant environment, feeling a bit bored.
He heard faint noises that most people wouldn’t notice.
Looking up, he saw several helicopters flying off in the sky.
The Executive Bureau was deploying missions quite frequently.
In the quiet restaurant, An Xiaoyi ate his beef noodles, eavesdropping on a conversation in another corner.
“Have you heard? A Prince-level blood kin might be resurrected,” a senior male student whispered.
“My dad works as a secretary in the Executive Bureau and said a girl used [Nyar’s Eye].”
“Isn’t that an authority you can only use once in a lifetime, and it’s guaranteed death if you do?” someone asked, surprised.