89: Chapter 89: How Flexible is It?
No sooner had Instructor Luo Xueqing's voice faded than the five girls behind her and a middle-aged female instructor wearing instructor combat gear took a step forward in unison.
Their gazes fell squarely on Lin Mo, carrying a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.
Seeing this, Teacher An Nuolan quickly tried to smooth things over with an awkward smile: "Instructor Luo, Instructor Li, this is my squad captain, Lin Mo."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and patted Lin Mo on the back of the head, urging him in a low voice: "What are you standing there stunned for, you brat? This is the academy's senior theory instructor, Instructor Luo Xueqing, and that is the senior team-leading instructor, Instructor Li Xin. Hurry up and greet them!"
Lin Mo rubbed his nose.
He had indeed been the one not watching where he was going and bumped into someone, so he felt a bit embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he said: "Hello, Instructors!"
Instructor Luo Xueqing raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with a touch of playfulness as she looked at him with an amused smile: "Well? How is the elasticity of Teacher's 'assets'?"
"Pfft—" Lin Mo stumbled upon hearing this, nearly losing his footing. His cheeks flushed red instantly, and he stammered: "E-elasticity is great... Ah, no! I mean, the weather is great today, the sun is shining..."
"Hmph!" Instructor Luo Xueqing shot him an annoyed glance.
She decided to let the embarrassed brat off the hook.
She then turned to Teacher An Nuolan, a smile returning to her face: "Teacher An, I heard that the squad you're leading is the famous 'Eastern Bully Squad' from the arena? Seeing you all today, they truly live up to their reputation."
Teacher An Nuolan quickly waved her hand: "Instructor Luo, you flatter us. The kids are still young; they're just messing around."
Instructor Li Xin also laughed from the side: "You can't make a name for yourself in the arena just by messing around. I heard you just finished a training mission? You must have gained quite a lot, right?"
Lin Mo stood to the side, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He silently swallowed the "great elasticity" comment back into his stomach, muttering to himself: This Instructor Luo is really...
"Just three B-rank missions, nothing worth mentioning. But you two instructors... I heard you went out to do an A-rank mission this holiday? You didn't encounter any danger, did you?"
"Sigh, speaking of that mission, it was truly terrible." Instructor Luo Xueqing sighed softly.
The three teachers began to chat idly.
Lin Mo and Niu Dachun, meanwhile, were sizing up the senior students in Instructor Luo Xueqing's squad.
"Da Chun, look, these five senior students are top-tier beauties. Look at those figures—how do they compare to your Kai Li? Look at those chests, tsk tsk tsk..."
Niu Dachun just scratched his head honestly.
The girls behind Instructor Luo Xueqing clearly heard Lin Mo's muttering. The short-haired girl at the front raised her willow-leaf eyebrows and stepped forward:
"Junior, isn't it a bit impolite to be making comments right to our faces?"
This girl was wearing a silver combat suit, with a thin sword Soul Tool tucked at her waist. Her strength was at least Tier 3 or higher.
Lin Mo was not afraid; instead, he cupped his hands with a grin: "Senior, you've misunderstood. I was praising you all for not only being beautiful and kind-hearted, but also for having steady Soul Power auras. One look and you can tell you're seasoned experts, definitely not just eye candy."
This response was airtight, and Zhao Yue was taken aback for a moment.
This junior... he really knows how to judge people.
The short-haired senior curled her lips slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Junior Lin Mo, right? I'm your senior from the third year, Zhao Yue. This is my contact number. In the future, if there's anything you don't understand, or if you're being bullied, you can come find me."
After saying this, she handed a small slip of paper to Lin Mo.
She didn't pursue the matter any further and stepped back.
She began whispering with her teammates, glancing at Lin Mo from time to time and giggling shyly.
Niu Dachun, Lu Mengmeng, and the others were all dumbfounded.
Wait... Senior, he was gossiping about you right to your faces... and you're just letting him off like that?
That's one thing, but giving him your contact number—what's that supposed to mean?
But little did they know, for the third-year students, Eastern Academy was still an all-girls nunnery as of last year.
Finally seeing a handsome guy—a reader of this novel—they had to seize the chance to have a sweet romance before their university life ended.
Lin Mo silently tucked the note into his pocket.
"Spring has arrived, and it's the season for breeding once again..."
At this moment, Instructor Luo Xueqing and Teacher An Nuolan's chat came to an end. She glanced at the sky.
"I still need to submit my mission report, Teacher An. Let's talk later."
After saying this, she suddenly looked at Lin Mo and teased: "Are you coming to the arena tomorrow? Do you want to spar with my squad?"
"Sure. Since Instructor Luo has so kindly invited us, we can't very well refuse, can we?"
After finishing the training mission, they were sure to stay for a few more days, so going to the arena tomorrow wouldn't take up much time.
"Alright, it's settled then."
With that, she left behind a meaningful smile, flicked her red windbreaker, and walked into the mission hall.
Teacher An Nuolan nudged him with her elbow, "Are you actually going to fight Instructor Luo's squad?"
Lin Mo stroked his chin: "Why not? Is Instructor Luo's squad very strong?"
"That goes without saying." Teacher An Nuolan said crossly: "The team Instructor Luo led before advanced to the top ten in the National University Tournament, which is what allowed our academy to qualify for promotion to a second-tier institution."
"This current team is even stronger than the previous one, and their strength is basically all above Level 35."
"Not afraid, I have Lu Mengmeng..."
"You're incorrigible..."
In the afternoon, Lin Mo returned to the eighth floor of the library.
Recently, from a few ancient martial arts classics, he had faintly touched the threshold of a Heaven-tier Soul Skill.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the yellowed pages, and he whispered softly:
"Hmm... if I were to smash my alchemy furnace down from a height of ten thousand meters, utilizing the acceleration of gravity..."
The "Starfall" technique recorded in the ancient martial arts classics inexplicably reminded him of a long-lost palm technique he often heard about in his past life.
"Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the heavens..."
Therefore, he thought that if he were to condense his alchemy furnace a hundred or a thousand times, and then use the acceleration of a high-altitude fall to smash it down, supplemented by a Soul Power detonation...
The power, even if it didn't reach the Heaven-tier, probably wouldn't be far off.
Just as he was about to send this set of data to AI Xiao Bao to simulate and calculate,
soft footsteps suddenly came from behind him, accompanied by a faint fragrance.
Lin Mo turned around and discovered that the person was none other than Instructor Luo Xueqing, whom he had parted ways with not long ago.
She was holding a few ancient martial arts books in her arms, and when she saw Lin Mo's face, an expression of astonishment immediately appeared on hers.
"Hey, Instructor Luo!" Lin Mo greeted with a smile.
"Why is it you?" Instructor Luo Xueqing raised an eyebrow.
"Who else could it be?" Lin Mo asked, feeling bewildered.
"No... I mean, how are you qualified to come to the eighth floor?" Instructor Luo Xueqing quickly waved her hand to explain, her tone full of confusion.
Everyone in the academy knew that the eighth floor of the library was never open to students.
Even teachers with less than ten years of teaching experience were not qualified to enter.
Even Vice Dean Liu, who had been here for less than a year, was stopped at the seventh floor. Let alone Lin Mo, a freshman.
"What's so strange about that? The Dean gave me the access personally." Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, speaking nonchalantly.
"The Dean?" Instructor Luo Xueqing was even more perplexed.
Various thoughts swirled in her mind.
Could this brat be a relative of the Dean? Or perhaps someone with connections? Or... could there be some special connection with the Dean... like a little lover or something?
She had known Dean Zhou Qingyuan for quite a few years and was naturally very clear about her situation.
Ever since her fiancé died in battle, there had been no rumors about her and any man.
She shook her head, casting aside those outrageous guesses.
Her gaze fell on the pages Lin Mo had spread out, and she pressed: "What were you muttering just now? Why did it sound like you were researching a Soul Skill?"