"Old Huang..."
The students from various departments of the College of Agriculture gradually gathered in the fields, ready to observe the sect elders perform a pest-exterminating celestial technique.
Ansheng looked around, and while no one was paying attention, he dashed under the battle meeting table, tapping Professor Huang's knee to signal him to come closer.
"Hmm?"
Professor Huang was startled, glanced around cautiously, then crouched under the table, speaking in a low voice: "Does Master Fuli have any issue? Need to head to the neighboring tree..."
"Stop the operation immediately due to exploration errors," Ansheng said with a serious expression, "I just checked the ant nest, and the ant queen inside is a genuine Spirit Beast, plus there's another suspect primitive old Deng tree involved inside."
"Immediately halt the explosion operation, raise a safety line, notify the Security Bureau to summon the woodcutters here."
"Otherwise..."
"If the ant queen inside the nest gets angry, from students to professors at the Agricultural Research Institute, even the lantern will have to be hung. You must know, the ant queens don't believe in Jesus; they use their teeth!"
"Lantern?"
Professor Huang was startled, following the gaze of Master Fuli towards his own crotch area.
"Hiss...," Professor Huang seemed to realize something, letting out a cold inhale, suddenly changing his prior relaxed posture to a somewhat inward stance.
Professor Huang quickly stood up, glancing at the professors present before putting on a serious face, saying, "What the professors and teachers mentioned makes sense, but according to the latest intel and Master Fuli's analysis..."
"The Red Fire Ants have become rampant, liable to seize one's lantern. For the sake of the students' lanterns, I suggest immediately suspending the explosive action on the Red Fire Ant nest, and notifying the Security Bureau to set up a safety line!"
"???"
The professors and teachers showed confusion, not immediately comprehending what Professor Huang meant by lantern.
But once they realized, they looked at Professor Huang with faces full of difficulty.
"Old Huang..."
"Some things don't need to be spoken so clearly; we have a mutual understanding of matters. Even phantom pains arise..."
Though the class plan changed, it didn't prevent professors from continuing the lesson. They couldn't blast the Red Fire Ant nest, but weren't there plenty of field mouse nests in the fields?
Students searched for mouse holes, filled them with dirt while professors filled the holes with propane gas, setting up the detonation device, leading the students three hundred meters away into the woods, inviting Master Fuli to detonate.
Ansheng had a strange expression across his face, lifting a paw and pressing it onto the TV remote control.
"Boom——"
A dull roar sounded as the soil on the field slightly bulged, and all exit positions erupted with hot air, instantly transcending some field mice during the propane explosion.
But some were fast runners, tossed into the air by the ferocious heat surge, visibly terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Hmm....."
Ah Qing had a peculiar expression, scanning the field mice raining down to the ground: "I somehow feel a sense of déjà vu, like sun-dried mice from Ninghua..."
In Xia Dong's region in Dingzhou Prefecture, due to wide fields, the foothills housed plump field mice. Local cuisine involved catching hamsters and mice, processed into dried food, high in protein.
However.....
Local people use straw to smoke-dry, while the Xinxing Agricultural Science College employs propane blasts.....
"Professor! Can the field mice be recycled to the School of Animal Science as snacks for feeding small animals?" Students sought guidance from professors.
The School of Animal Science professor pondered, "Propane after combustion is non-toxic, it's fine as snacks, but I wouldn't recommend recycling field mice..."
"Rabies vaccines are costly, if you get bitten, it'll be troublesome, especially for students with high body weight; you might not know, some vaccines are administered based on weight."
"Moreover, they inject around the wound, each bottle costs a hundred bucks, administering multiple bottles at once."
While saying this, the School of Animal Science professor glanced proudly at Master Fuli.
Understanding what the students wanted, the School of Animal Science professor tactically intimidated them.
Though Master Fuli was a fox, he dined with a bowl and didn't have a preference for mice....
"Hmm?"
Feeling someone's gaze, Ansheng, sprawled comfortably on the table enjoying the caress, glanced sideways to see a middle-aged professor looking at him.
Though confused, Ansheng gently nodded, acknowledging him.
...
As noon approached, students tidied up the field and gradually returned to school.
Electric tricycles lined up like a dragon, slowly driving back along the township roads.
Ansheng perched on the vehicle's head, paws resting on Ah Qing's handlebars, wear a joyful expression while enjoying the warm autumn breeze.
"Everyone, don't rush, come one by one, I don't know what's happening with you all charging over, plus our school doesn't need so many cleaners..."
"Don't mess around, otherwise the secretary might suspect the principal of nepotism, arranging jobs for relatives...."
Returning to the school entrance, students witnessed a bizarre scene. Principal Yang, who rarely appeared, was responsible for investment attraction and the commercialization of experimental results, currently carrying his pants while eccentrically sprinting around the school playground, shouting loudly as he ran.
Behind Principal Yang, dozens of elderly folks with gray hair were frantically chasing him.
Principal Yang sprinted till his trousers nearly slipped off, yet he couldn't shake off the pursuing elders.
"Are eggs being distributed in our school?" Ansheng asked Ah Qing, surprised.
"What? Want tea eggs for lunch?" Ah Qing asked the little fox, confused, "It's too noisy, hard to hear, let's talk about tea eggs once parked!"
"It's because Master Fuli has returned!" As Master Fuli noticed the elders, the elderly folks also saw the students returning after morning classes.
A hermit within the crowd spotted Master Fuli perched on the cart's front, instantly pointed at him, shouting to other sect hermits.
Liu Lingyu's eyes brightened, just about to greet Master Fuli and Ah Qing.
Yet, who would've thought, Principal Yang, who was only focusing on the run, suddenly pulled a belt from his waist, whipping Liu Lingyu's shoulder.
Liu Lingyu's greeting turned into a cry of pain, clawing at the whipped shoulder.
"Everyone shut up!"
"The school playground is newly built! The students' knowledge is just learned!"
Pronouncing his authority, Principal Yang restrained the hermit, pointing at a group of brazen faces:
"I understand you wish to apprentice under Master Fuli, but now everyone should behave honestly!"
"Otherwise, don't blame this old-timer for unleashing a massacre—"
Long accustomed to bonding with Spirit Beasts, though unable to physically defeat such beasts, the principal easily imposed his authority on novice hermit elders.
"Behave, or I'll take him down!" The principal restrained the hermit, controlling the group, allowing the student vehicle group to cross the playground into the shade structure where he could breathe more easily.
Matters concerning Spiritual Particles are confidential; Xinxing Agricultural Science College students know of certain substances, yet real exposure to Spiritual Particles awaits in the fifth-year courses....
Moreover...
Master Fuli clearly enjoys tranquility, not wanting his affairs to become public knowledge.
If these elders ascend, Master Fuli may unleash a fierce attack, rendering everyone with knowledge of his identity, including students and elders, into amnesia.
The principal never questioned Master Fuli's strength.