Chapter 1525
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Chapter 1525 Cao Yuan’s Hidden Agenda?
Lin Qiye fell into deep thought, “He is the Holy Lord of the Western Holy Church, and also the one who sealed the Cthulhu gods during the moon landing years ago. It’s not surprising that his strength is unfathomable, right?”
Gilgamesh opened his mouth but found himself unable to refute.
Michael, the first angel of Heaven, was already the strongest in the current world. The realm of Yerande, the creator of Heaven, was likely above the Supreme level. And now Gilgamesh was only a major god, so it was indeed reasonable that he couldn’t defeat him…
“Anyway, I don’t like him,” Gilgamesh shook his head. “He’d better not provoke me, otherwise, I won’t care whether he’s the Holy Lord of the Holy Church or not. Next time, I will still take action.”
Lin Qiye spent quite some time appeasing Gilgamesh before the matter was finally settled. By the time he came out of the hospital, the morning classes were almost over.
Cao Yuan woke up drowsily from his dream. Seeing everyone around him starting to pack up their books, he also stuffed the only notebook on his desk, still wrapped in plastic, into his chest and nodded at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu:
“Time to eat?”
“…You’re worse than Li Yifei. Rather than sleeping here, you might as well lie in bed,” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but comment.
“I don’t know why, but sleeping here feels better than in bed,” Cao Yuan shrugged.
Today, Lin Qiye and the others had a full schedule of classes. After lunch, they wandered around the school for a while before classes resumed. By the time the last class ended, it was already past nine in the evening.
As the final bell rang, Cao Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep. He checked the time, quickly packed his things, and was about to head out.
“It’s so late, where are you going?”
“Oh, just going for a walk. You guys go back first.”
“…”
Watching Cao Yuan’s hurriedly departing figure, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat peculiar.
…
Beijing University, Kendo Club.
By the time Cao Yuan walked into the kendo training ground with his backpack, it was almost ten o’clock. The roads near the teaching buildings outside were mostly empty of pedestrians. In the darkness, only this room quietly emitted light.
In the empty space, a graceful figure dressed in a navy blue kendo uniform was seriously practicing sword swings against the air. The sound of the bamboo sword cutting through the air, accompanied by crisp shouts, echoed throughout the dojo.
As a gust of cold autumn wind swept into the room, Lu Menglei turned around and spoke with some displeasure:
“Why are you so late? Didn’t the last class end at nine-thirty?”
“The teacher kept us overtime. I couldn’t help it,” Cao Yuan spread his hands helplessly.
“Situation and Policy… can also run overtime?”
“Yes.”
“…”
At this moment, in the corridor of the teaching building opposite the kendo club’s activity area, An Qingyu silently lowered the binoculars in his hand, his expression somewhat strange.
“Overtime? Such a clumsy excuse,” Lin Qiye clicked his tongue. “Secretly watching a girl practice sword in the cold night wind from outside the window, for half an hour… I never thought that old Cao, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would play this game.”
“Do you think he waited so long just to watch her?” An Qingyu said with a half-smile.
“You mean…”
“This guy… usually not so bright, but when it comes to this kind of thing, he’s quite clever.”
“Found it, found it!” Jiang Er’s voice suddenly rang out, somewhat excitedly. “I hacked into Beijing University’s internal system and compared that girl’s appearance. Her name is Lu Menglei, 29 years old, a doctoral student in the Chinese Department, and also the president of the Kendo Club… Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
“She’s been married before?” Jiang Er spoke in shock. “She has 5 points added to her third-class credits for having a marriage certificate… and it was just over a year ago.”
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s mouths uncontrollably fell open.
“So you were right?” Lin Qiye asked with a strange expression. “So now she and Cao Yuan are…”
“No, it’s not what you think. Lu Menglei got divorced last month,” Jiang Er said, like a hunter searching for prey, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I searched their school’s gossip forum, and this drama is too juicy.”
“Tell us more.”
“The man who married Lu Menglei was a male student from the same major. They were together for three years, and then last year, as they were both getting older, they got married under pressure from their families… But unexpectedly, in the second year of marriage, Lu Menglei caught that man dating new girlfriends on campus… three at the same time!”
Lin Qiye’s expression immediately became colorful. “And then?”
“It’s said that Lu Menglei, in a fit of rage, chased that man with a bamboo sword for more than ten kilometers, and then they got divorced directly.”
Lin Qiye finally understood why so many girls were fond of gossip. Admittedly, sometimes these stories were truly captivating, especially when they happened right around you.
“At least Cao Yuan isn’t the third party,” An Qingyu sighed in relief.
Inside the activity area.
Lu Menglei picked up a bamboo sword from the side and handed it to Cao Yuan:
“Come on, let me see how good you are!”
Cao Yuan looked at the wooden sword in her hand. “I don’t need this.”
Lu Menglei was slightly stunned, then spoke somewhat angrily: “What? We agreed to spar this morning, and now you’re backing out?”
Cao Yuan didn’t speak, but silently pulled out a slender branch from the side of his bag. He held it like a knife, with the other end of the branch pointing directly at Lu Menglei’s bamboo sword.
“You…” Lu Menglei was stunned for a long time before she reacted, pretending to be angry. “Are you joking?”
“No,” Cao Yuan calmly replied. “I’ll use this.”
Lu Menglei’s prominent chest heaved violently. She gripped the bamboo sword tightly and snorted, “Fine… since you’re asking for a beating, I won’t go easy on you.”
As the words fell, Lu Menglei’s footwork shifted, and she quickly rushed forward. The bamboo sword swung forcefully towards the branch in Cao Yuan’s hand, making a slight whistling sound as it cut through the air.
The branch was only about as thick as a thumb and looked like it could be easily snapped with a light bend. Not just Lu Menglei, even an ordinary person casually swinging a bamboo sword could easily break the branch. It was by no means something that could be considered a weapon.
This behavior, in Lu Menglei’s view, was definitely arrogant and somewhat insulting to kendo. She silently determined to teach Cao Yuan a lesson.
Just as the bamboo sword was about to touch the branch, Cao Yuan’s figure retreated half a step like a ghost, precisely avoiding this sword attack.
Missing her strike, Lu Menglei frowned slightly. Her footwork showed no panic as she steadily moved forward, her bamboo sword striking repeatedly, the offensive extremely fierce!
But strangely, no matter how she swung her sword, the bamboo sword couldn’t touch Cao Yuan at all, let alone break that slender branch.
