Chapter 97: Attending Class and Tasting Tea Chen Yi suddenly looked sensitively to his right side.

  At that moment, the aura around him converged into a ball, ready to be used at any time.

  The demon net seemed to have come back to life.

  In a farther place, the gas representing the magic net energy silently and quietly rolled around Chen Yi.

  In a world without wizards and knights, the almost untouched magical energy of the web is pure and unadulterated, free from any interference, rich and powerful.

  If Timothy the Great Magician were here, he would surely be amazed at Earth's uniqueness.

  A place with billions of years of accumulation, yet extremely little consumption, is like a virgin land of magical energy, not affected at all by the imprint of mages, binding spell arrays and other related influences...

  All energy changes are as standard and delightful as a textbook.

  For those magic apprentices who often find it difficult to connect with the Devil's Network, the Earth is a golden land.

  But also only when Chen Yi is alone, will it be so enchanting...

  Things are precious when they are scarce, and the demon net is no exception.

  Stanik's whole body tensed up.

  The moment he was stared at by Chen Yi, he had a feeling of being stared at by a brown bear - this was his worst memory before the age of 16. A child facing a massive creature weighing 600 kilograms, the fear of being eaten, the genetic fear that emerged from the deepest corner of his heart, spread throughout his body in an instant...

  "How is this possible?" Stanik stood in the middle of the dining room, as if rooted to the spot, unable to take a single step.

  Surrounded by people everywhere, but he had a helpless feeling - helplessness, it's been years since I've felt this word.

  "More terrifying than the 'Teuton' of the Knights Hospitaller." Stanik stood aghast, and did not dare to advance further.

  What courage in the face of challenges has been thoroughly lost.

  Chen Yi looked at him for another 10 seconds before focusing on the bun in front of him, tearing it into seven or eight pieces with his sharp teeth.

  After a long time, Stanik retreated and left the dining hall.

  What challenge words, unexpectedly didn't say out loud.

  It's pointless to continue, as the enthusiasm is already gone.

  Stanik walked out of the cafeteria and stared directly at the sun until his eyes hurt.

  He suppressed his physiological reaction in his eyes, took out his phone and dialed his mentor.

  After connecting, his mood finally gradually calmed down.

  Apart from the foreign handsome guy, others only felt a faint breeze passing by, who would have known that was energy surging.

  After eating several buns, breakfast was about to come to an end.

  Ren Yuan pulled Chen Yi and said a few more good words, repeatedly reminding him: "This weekend, definitely, definitely."

  Then he left in a hurry with a few close friends.

  This cafeteria is mostly visited by freshmen, and once someone starts leaving, it will be empty in an instant, with 80% of the people gone.

  Lin Wan was interrupted by Ren Yuan and didn't have time for gradual progress anymore.

  She can't be late for military training, and she's worried that there won't be a chance to persuade this guy who is beneficial to the class collective, so she grabs Chen Yi: "What's going on between you and that Korean exchange student?"

  Chen Yike didn't buy into this and immediately furrowed her brow.

  "I mean, what's the status of your relationship with her...?"

  Still not a good question.

  Chen Yi said bluntly, "If my mom asked me that, I might consider it. You don't have to worry about it anymore. If you're bored in the future, email me first."

  Having said that, he strode away.

  Lin Yan was so angry she almost cried, chasing after him: "I'm doing it for the good of the team, and also because I care about you."

  Chen Yi turned back and glanced at her, saying: "What's good for the collective isn't necessarily good for me, so there's no need to care about me. Everyone just needs to do their own part, and the world will be very peaceful."

  "I'm not..." Lin Yan wanted to say something else, but it was already too late.

  After a brief interlude, Class Monitor indeed stopped harassing Chen Yi.

  Miss Liu Xinyu has never appeared again, just like the existence of all counselors.

  Chen Yi spent his military training time freely and easily, except for occasionally receiving guidance from the Holy Knights in the Kingdom of Saint Qiao, he was sitting in a room in New York or Jiangning, manipulating Jin Yuan International.

  Thanks to the natural superiority of lightning-fast trading, he was able to make some beneficial or futile attempts within the rules, accumulating experience on the one hand and purely idle on the other.

  It was easy to arrive at the formal class date, Chen Yi Yang's pale face sat among a group of dark and gloomy military training students, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

  No need for introduction, the students naturally got to know Chen Yi.

  After all, they were all young people who had just come of age or not yet reached adulthood. Chen Yi had long passed the age of carrying a school bag, and everyone quickly became close friends.

  Lin Yan seemed quite relieved, like an elder, while Cai Huaqing and other classmates were slightly disappointed.

  But anyway, life after class is relatively normal life.

  Especially for non-professional public courses, hundreds of students attend classes in the tiered classrooms of Yifu Hall, which gives a good impression.

  He often likes to take his notebook to listen to such courses, and like normal students, attend the classes of famous and interesting professors, while skipping those boring and mediocre lecturers.

  Have to admit that apart from professional skills being higher than one another, in terms of boringness, there is no limit.

  On Friday, Chen Yi went as usual to attend a lecture on Introduction to Political Economics.

  The lecture was given by Professor Lei Gongchu.

  As his name suggests, this gentleman who has just passed his 50th birthday claims to be in the prime of life and likes to cause a stir in everything he says and does.

  To put it bluntly, he was a smooth talker. Moreover, the courses he taught were closely related to politics, and Professor Lei Gongzhu's classes always attracted a full house of students who came to listen and applaud.

  As for whether what is said is true or not, it's a matter of benevolence seeing benevolence. But in any case, being able to have one's own thoughts and will, rather than just reciting the content verbatim, can already demonstrate one's level.

  Three minutes before class started, enthusiastic freshmen filled the 500-seat lecture hall to capacity, as if a celebrity was about to give a speech.

  In fact, the courses of famous professors at Jiangda are much better than those of celebrity lectures.

  It's the same at Jiangning University, where even if it were a ordinary university with limited resources, undergraduates can hardly see professors, let alone those who have become professors through seniority, as they have their own research projects and tasks, and their own graduate students to supervise.

  Lei Gong's lectures are no more than 10 classes per year for freshmen, the difference is that his courses will be continuously improved, and each class is different, which can be considered quite professional.

  Han Jie rushed into the tiered classroom, panting heavily.

  Her own major was urban planning, which is similar to Chen Yi's previous resistance, and it was chosen within the scope defined by her parents, with some relation to her interests and hobbies, but not too much correlation.

  So when she has time, Han Jie also goes to listen to some public lectures that interest her like other students.

  She hugged a big thermos flask and found Chen Yi's location, then smiled brightly, walking up the stairs, emitting a fragrant scent.

  Chen Yi shifted to the left and vacated his seat, smiling and asking: "Just finished class?"

  The two had a tacit understanding and would meet in several public classes, continuing the friendship of primary school days - at least that's what Chen Yi thought.

  Han Jie pouted and said: "Yes, what does boring architecture, urban planning, and roof design have to do with anything?"

  She smiled and said: "Today during roll call, I attended half a class, then went back to the dormitory to fetch tea utensils..."

  She magically pulled out a wooden box, took out two glass cups, placed them in front of the two people, and each filled with tea leaves. She opened the thermos, handed Chen Yiwu the steaming hot water, and smiled: "Yuquan Mountain's water, Dongting East Mountain's Bi Luo Chun, I specifically asked Grandpa for it, you're lucky."

  As they spoke, the scalding hot water was poured into the cup and transformed into a pale green and clear tea soup, with a faint fruit fragrance and a hint of grassy aroma rising up.

  Han Jie nodded and said with a faint smile: "Want to try it? Dongting Biluochun is grown in the orchard, so it has a fruity fragrance that you can't find elsewhere."

  Two people are having tea in a large classroom with hundreds of people, as if no one is around.

  Such things, Chen Yigang can't do, but Han Jie can do them perfectly.

  The people around turned their heads, smelled the fresh fragrance, saw Han Jie's smile while brewing tea, and couldn't say anything except swallowing saliva eagerly.

  Chen Yi poured himself a drink with ease and elegance, as if no one was around.

  Forget it, pretending to be a connoisseur, shaking his head and nodding: "It's good, I don't know why it's good."

  Han Jie couldn't help but smile, and said with a pout: "The tea I brewed, Grandpa said it's good. The ancients said that the water for brewing tea is best from a spring, second-best from a river, and third-best from a well. Although the Tuo Spring has dried up, the Yuquan Mountain water isn't the best but is close enough. I managed to get a can of it by relying on Uncle Liang's connections, heated it to 100 degrees, and just as we were heading to class, it cooled down to 70 degrees. Don't look at the simple equipment, all the necessary steps are there."

  Chen Yi looked left and right, and suddenly said: "You're using a glass cup, aren't you? In the old days, people used to use purple sand pots and that sort of thing."

  Others immediately perked up their ears and listened. The purple sand pot, worth tens of thousands to hundreds of millions, has become the standard equipment for tea tasting.

  Unexpectedly, Han Jie poked Chen Yi's forehead with her hand and whispered: "The purple sand pot is used to soak oolong tea, Pu'er tea is what southerners like to drink, it's like Bi Luo Chun, the best way to use a glass cup. The ancients wanted to use transparent cups, but unfortunately they didn't have the conditions... Look at the white hairs on top, in the past they could see for 20 seconds, and now they've sunk to the bottom, there's nothing left to appreciate."

  She was quite pleased with herself.

  Chen Yihao's drink is just fine, just think of it as a decent break between classes. The white hair and all that, I really don't find it beautiful.

  As for the students who were originally skeptical, they had long since retreated and sat quietly in their seats - others' skills are not to be trifled with.

  Professor Lei Gong stepped into the classroom with a huge yawn.

  Chen Yi and Han Jie were calm and composed, each holding a cup of fragrant green tea, savoring it slowly, as if they were on vacation.

  Is university just for leisure?

  The professor saw two students drinking tea from a distance and started tidying up his notes without even showing any curiosity.

  The classroom is not a prison, taking a sip of water and saying a couple of words are normal things.

  He had no idea that others would turn the classroom into a tea-tasting venue.

  With a slight pause, Lei Gongzi spoke in a loud voice like thunder: "Before the formal lecture begins, let's talk about something casual, say, the stock market?"

  Everyone's spirit was lifted, and the whole class was most interesting when it came to idle chatter; but when it actually came to lecturing, it ultimately couldn't escape being dull.

  Lei Gong naturally knew where the attraction of his class lay, so all the idle talk was carefully prepared. He smiled and said: "I'm talking about the stock market, not China's stock market, but the US stock market. What we're discussing today is a new financial product called high-frequency trading..."

  He said, writing the four big characters "High Frequency Trading" on the blackboard.