She didn't have a close relationship with Ximen Jing, but she also knew that he was a fourth-level student assistant in the academy whose status was second only to the teacher. Like Shi Qing and Song Yuxin, they were both spiritual masters who had high hopes from the higher-ups.
The Battle of the Spiritual Dao, which will take place more than half a year later, is a grand event in the global spiritual control world. It is also an opportunity for all parties to reshuffle the cards.
She mentioned Ximen Jing more because she wanted to protect talents for the college.
"Crack the top ten unsolved mysteries, make shocking breakthroughs, and become the number one freshman in Mid-Continent. I think my status in the organization will get higher and higher."
"There is no doubt that provoking Zhou Yue is equivalent to provoking the mysterious behind-the-scenes organization."
Chen Wenxi sighed in her heart.
Unknowingly, Zhou Yue's status in her mind was not just as simple as the spokesperson of the organization, but also the symbol of the organization.
"In less than ten days, work harder! I must complete the detective assessment! I can't live up to the organization's expectations of me!"
…
Ximen Jing's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, and a trace of absurdity gradually appeared on the standard passerby's face.
"The beautiful teacher who always turns a blind eye actually hinted me not to mess with that new student?"
"Oh, no, this is already clearly stated."
"Zhou Yue, why do you want Chen Wenxi to take you so seriously?"
Ximen Jing glanced at the books and core trays that had not yet been placed on the information desk.
"Seven Days of Thoughts and Practice"?
There was a trace of self-mockery on Ximen Jing's lips. He had also read this comic. If there was really any mystery, he would have discovered it long ago.
"In other words, he has been busy learning [Psychic Movement Technique] for the past twenty hours? In less than a day, he should be ranked among the top one thousand."
Ximen Jing opened the panel, searched for the historical ranking of the completion time of [Psychic Movement] through the system, and directly scrolled down to around 100.
Soon, he found his name.
...Ximen Mirror, which took 11 hours and 43 minutes, ranked 124th.
"124th? I remember two years ago it was still within 120."
The west door mirror swept directly downwards.
The more he looked, the weirder he felt. He had already seen nearly 1,000 people, but he still didn't see Zhou Yue's name.
It seems that there is no need to continue searching.
As for the number before one hundred, there is no need to check.
Those were all monsters that took less than 10 hours to learn, but Zhou Yue spent a full 20 hours in the training room.
"Did he use a fake name? No, he should know that it means nothing. There is only one possibility... He didn't succeed in his studies. The talent of this new king is not as great as imagined. That comic should be his failure in advance.
A prepared fig leaf.”
Ximen Jing closed the panel and leaned back against the back of the seat. The anxiety caused by Chen Wenxi's words before leaving faded a lot.
But then, another wave of anxiety arose from the bottom of his heart.
"So, this Junior Zhou is a very self-aware person."
"A person with sufficient self-awareness is not so easy to fool. If he regrets it..."
Suddenly, the air shook.
A gray python appeared out of thin air.
call out!
The two-headed python quickly moved upstream and wrapped around Ximen Jing's neck. The two snake heads simultaneously spit out snake messages at him.
"Haha, don't be too greedy. What, you still want to eat school city snacks?"
"No, you have entered the stage of spiritual food now. You must eat less omnivorous food. Didn't we agree that you can only eat once a week at most?"
Ximen Jing smiled and touched his contract partner, but there was something strange in his heart.
He could sense that his partner suddenly became a little anxious.
"Hey, you are a miracle snake who eats and sleeps all day long without having to worry about anything. What do you have to worry about?"
…
In the evening.
The commandment of eternal night has not yet come.
The flaming sunset burned from the horizon to the gorgeous high pavilion in the center of Xinsheng Mansion.
Feng Yongde, holding a large steamer in each hand, appeared on the balcony on the top floor of the Hua Pavilion with a strange expression, and then ducked into the suite.
"Sir, I bought you dinner."
Zhou Yue was writing notes when he heard the sound of Feng Yongde putting down the steamer. He didn't look back, "Do you know Ximen Jing?"
Feng Yongde had a complex expression on his face: "Of course I know him. One of the top ten teaching assistants in the college, a Lingyu student, was once a man of great influence. However, he has a face that is commonplace and is often ignored."
Zhou Yue stopped what he was doing: "Please sort out his deeds and send them to me."
"yes."
Feng Yongde didn't ask any more questions and left.
Zhou Yue scratched his head at his notebook for a while. He was writing about the "user experience" of the foster care cabin, which was also the homework he promised Tang Xiaobai.
If he hadn't seen Tang Xiaobai's name when he was checking the rankings today, he would have almost forgotten about it.
"Ming Xiaoyu, I don't know where he went. He agreed to ghostwrite for me."
Zhou Yue was really worried about writing such illusory things, "I won't write anymore, let's have dinner first!"
Xiaojian went into seclusion again.
Huang Huihong was sent out by Zhou Yue to secretly assist Wang Chengliang in solving the case. As a veteran informant who had been around for many years, Zhou Yue naturally didn't have to worry about what to eat.
For it, Zhou Yue planned to keep it free for a long time, after all, it would have one less mouth.
Hei Wuchang is still curled up like a ball, seemingly awake but not awake, and does not respond to calls. However, when he reaches out to touch it, he clearly feels that there are rapid airflows under the fur. Under the action of these airflows, his fur becomes more and more dense.
So fluffy and soft that you can't put it down.
Zhou Yue also couldn't figure out why the capital black cat's qualitative change and evolution was like this.
All in all, the only ones who can have dinner with Zhou Yue now are Xiao Ma Tuan and Er Cha.
Zhou Yue sat at one end of the dining table.
Xiao Ma Tuan and Ercha sat at the other end surrounded by the tablecloth.
Zhou Yue released his telekinesis and opened the two large steamers brought by Feng Yongde. The meal expenses of nearly two hundred tribute coins were also transferred to Feng Yongde.
"start!"
After Zhou Yue finished speaking, he raised his chopsticks high and picked up the basket of shrimp dumplings in front of him.
"Long live our benefactor! Let's move!"
Xiao Ma Tuan imitated Zhou Yue and excitedly raised his wings and performed the pre-meal ritual.
Although Ercha was silent, he hurriedly flew into his mountain of food.
The sound of chewing echoed in the suite.
Zhou Yue had just finished eating half a cage of shrimp dumplings when he suddenly noticed that the other side was quiet.
He raised his head and was startled.
The little glutinous rice dumpling was half lying in the steamer, covering his round belly, staring at Zhou Yue affectionately, still unfinished.
Ercha stood up, raised his head, raised his elytra, and made the iconic roly-poly move towards Zhou Yue.
What really made Zhou Yue's heart beat wildly was that the mountains of food in front of the two little guys were empty.
That's six cages of shrimp dumplings, six bowls of crab roe beef noodles, four three-layer burgers, four bowls of deep-sea fish soup and two large boxes of curry prawn rice.
One serving per person, no more, no less.
Zhou Yue forced a smile on his face: "Are you all full?"
Xiao Ma Tuan said shyly: "Um... I'm still a little bit behind. I guess Brother Ercha is too."
Zhou Yue took a deep breath: "How much is left?"
Xiao Ma Tuan glanced at Ercha and became even more embarrassed: "It's not much different. If I add half of everything, it should be almost done."
The smile on Zhou Yue's face gradually disappeared: "What did you say?"
Xiao Ma Tuan looked at Zhou Yue: "Benefactor, did I eat too much?"
"How could it be? Now that you've come to my place, you can eat whatever you want. My motto is only two words: take care of yourself."
Zhou Yue patted his chest and said, not fighting for too long in his heart. He smiled and pushed most of his food in front of the two little guys.
Watching Ercha and Xiao Ma Tuan continue to be in trouble, Zhou Yue's eyes were a little confused.
Ercha's appetite has been increasing over the past few days, and now one meal is enough for three or four grown men.
As for the little mochi, even though it is only about the size of a palm, its appetite is astonishing, no less than two forks.
One is the demon king Ercha who has a clone of the ancient world.
One is Xiao Ma Tuan, the son of misfortune who has the bloodline of Beicheng.
Zhou Yue could barely understand that they had such an appetite.
After all, it's too late to regret.
Their food rations alone cost Zhou Yue money like water.
Not to mention that Zhou Yue also had a sleeping extraordinary swordsmanship wind mantis.
And the Beijing Black Cat is about to enter the spiritual food stage.
Zhou Yue stared blankly at the empty dinner plate in front of him, as if he saw the bottomless pit of financial expenditure in the days to come.
"Make money! Make money! You must make more money!"
Just then, the cell phone rang.
The caller ID showed an unknown number.
Zhou Yue looked happy and hurriedly made a shushing gesture to Xiao Ma Tuan: "Speak softly, the fat sheep is coming."
The phone is connected.
Ximen Jing's laughter came: "Zhou Yue, I am Ximen Jing. Senior, I spent a lot of effort and finally lived up to my trust. I successfully persuaded Wang Haibo and agreed to your challenge. Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning
, Arena Hall, remember to come on time."
A meaningful smile appeared on Zhou Yue's face: "Thank you, senior, but...I suddenly changed my mind. I don't want to challenge anymore. Good night, senior."
"What, changed your mind?" Ximen Jing's voice paused: "It's only what time, what's the good night! Wait a minute, don't hang up the phone yet!"
After being silent for about two seconds, Ximen Jing regained his composure, slowed down his speech, and said with a smile: "Junior, are you sure? If you beat him, you will get a lot of contribution points as rewards. In fact, Wang Haibo's side is also
I don’t really want to compare, you don’t know how much effort I put into it. No matter what, I will respect your choice.”
Zhou Yue said firmly: "I'm sure. Anyway, thank you very much, senior."
After saying this, Zhou Yue clearly felt that the other end of the phone was breathing rapidly.
Although he concealed it very well, a trace of it still leaked out.
Zhou Yue then hung up the phone.
He put his phone on the table and started to check the time.
Ten minutes passed and the phone didn't ring.
Zhou Yue tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, not in a hurry.
Half an hour passed and the phone still didn't ring.
However, Zhou Yue received the message from Feng Yongde. For nearly an hour, Feng Yongde used his connections in the academy to compile and compile Ximen Jing's various deeds and even some little-known anecdotes.
Zhou Yue finished reading quickly and twitched his eyebrows slightly: "This senior Ximen is really not simple. He has tricked countless people and complained, but no one dared to trouble him. He even became a student assistant. He should have been there before.
I thought I could handle it easily, so I accidentally lost Jingzhou."
"This senior Ximen must have reached some kind of similar agreement with Wang Haibo, or a transaction, and made a fortune from Wang Haibo."
"Now that I cancel the challenge, the responsibility for breach of contract will fall on Ximen Lens, unless he begs me in turn."
"Would he choose to keep the money or save face?"
Zhou Yue took his time and waited patiently.
He was very sure of what choice Ximen Jing, as a spiritual master, would make.
After another fifteen minutes, the phone finally rang.
Zhou Yue answered the call slowly.
Ximen Jing's slightly complicated laughter came: "I underestimated you. Tell me, Newcomer King, what conditions do you want before you accept the challenge?"
Zhou Yue smiled: "I wonder how many tribute coins the senior earned from Wang Haibo in total?"
Ximen Jing's tone was slightly condensed, and then he said relaxedly: "It's not much, it's not enough for you to stuff between your teeth..."
Zhou Yue interrupted: "If you want me to compete with Wang Haibo, that's fine. You can't keep the tribute coins you got from Wang Haibo alone. I'll give you 50,000."
There was a cold gasp from the other end of the phone: "Junior, are you kidding me? Wang Haibo is a broke man, how can he give me so many tribute coins? Let's do this, I will give you one thousand."
Zhou Yue sighed: "Forty thousand, it can't be any less."
"Newcomer King, you are too cruel. Two thousand, no more."
"Thirty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, any less and I'll hang up."
"Okay, okay, five thousand. Newcomer Wang, stop haggling."
…
An hour passed.
Zhou Yue put down his phone with a dry mouth.
bite.
The ID card shows an income of 18888 tribute coins.
Of course, he also followed Ximen Jing's request and swore to his mood on his mobile phone that he would never break the contract.
Zhou Yue made a move.
The little poop ball, which was almost asleep, spun and flew into Zhou Yue's arms.
Zhou Yuechang sighed, and gently touched the soft feathers of the little pony ball, from his round belly to his neck. The little pony ball closed his eyes and hummed in comfort.
"Benefactor... what are you doing... hmm... it feels so comfortable."
Zhou Yue wiped his cold sweat and said quietly: "This person is really a rare bargaining expert in my life. In terms of skills, endurance and persistence, he can definitely compete with Aunt Liu and her daughter who sell dry goods on Jiefang East Road in their hometown.
"
Little Ma Tuan didn't understand anything, and he didn't know Aunt Liu and her daughter. They just looked at each other and hummed: "...it feels so comfortable."
The two forks also flew into Zhou Yue's palm.
Zhou Yue clapped his hands with his backhand and murmured in a low voice: "Fortunately, I am not a weak hand. More than 10,000 tribute coins are only your meal expenses for more than half a month. You still have to find a way to maximize the benefits."
The information about Ximen Mirror sent by Feng Yongde was dug out by Zhou Yue again.
He read it carefully and closed his eyes to think.
After a moment, Zhou Yue opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and dialed Ximen Jing's mobile phone number.