AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 501 - 224: Nickname... "Transcendent Art Student"_2

Chapter 501: Chapter 224: Nickname... "Transcendent Art Student"_2

At last, Mao Feiyang took out the Student Souvenir Coin engraved with his Art Student Bar number and handed it to Class Teacher-040.

Class Teacher-040 took it and looked at it, then began to register the information in a file.

"Alright, you gather up... all these Student Souvenir Coins."

"Oh, okay..." Mao Feiyang quickly started to pack up the Student Souvenir Coins.

"Mr. Mu Daxian, please come with me for a moment," Class Teacher-040 inserted the folder back into the file slot and then stood up to signal Mu Daxian to join her for a private conversation.

The office space was not large, but strangely, no matter how hard Mao Feiyang tried to eavesdrop, he hardly heard anything they were discussing.

However, when they finished speaking, he noticed that Class Teacher-040’s expression had turned significantly more serious.

"Are you sure, that we should initiate the emergency response plan today?"

It seemed the two had finished discussing key details when they walked back to the office desk, and that was when Mao Feiyang caught some information.

"The Night Watchman struck the Doomsday bell yesterday, but I believe, the Grey Mist Invasion had already begun."

"They seem to have a major operation this time; even It has infiltrated... The Night Watchman must not have realized the anomaly; otherwise, they wouldn’t have struck the bell just yesterday."

"I suspect there’s a problem at the Cafeteria, more specifically, at the Convenience Store..."

"So, let’s initiate it today, having all Experience Students with Middle and High Sensitivity return to their dormitories to stay overnight."

"Is Middle Sensitivity also necessary? Isn’t that too dangerous?"

"Staying in the classroom is the most dangerous, as targets of the Newborn Pseudo-humans seem to be just the street lamps now, but if they start targeting Experience Students directly to expand their numbers, those hiding under the desks would be the easiest targets."

"Don’t forget, with the Grey Mist Invasion, sports students have gone to guard the Gymnasium tightly; there is simply no spare manpower left in the classrooms to deter Pseudo-humans."

"Well... okay, then."

After their conversation, Mu Daxian went straight to the door.

As he reached out to grab the doorknob, he suddenly turned to Mao Feiyang and asked, "Xiao Mao, do you remember what’s the room number of the classroom next door?"

"Group B, Class 2! Isn’t it?" Mao Feiyang countered.

"Correct." Mu Daxian opened the door, "Let’s go, we are heading to the classroom."

"Goodbye, teacher."

He waved nonchalantly and then closed the door behind him.

...

Watching the firmly shut office door, Class Teacher-040’s eyebrows, shaped like willow leaves, gradually knotted.

"Mu Daxian..."

She returned to her desk, opened the folder to Mu Daxian’s page once again.

"X021...0905...182..."

"X021..."

She muttered to herself, seemingly recalling something, stood up, and walked to a nearby bookshelf. She then started searching, and eventually, in an inconspicuous hidden compartment, she found a book.

"Mu Daxian, Mu Daxian..."

She kept flipping through, finally finding some related materials, but upon reading them, her expression changed...

"’In X021 September, achieved extraordinary battle successes in the first counteraction against the Grey Mist Invasion at S City University’..."

"’In X022 May, defeated a Pseudo-human art teacher during the 68th Grey Mist Invasion, then managed to escape three times from the Sneering Angel...’ "

"and ’on the third time... broke the Sneering Angel’s wings’?"

"This...?!"

"’In X022 November, during the 70th Grey Mist Invasion, reached Watchtower III with the Art Teacher and defended it alone for five hours after the Art Teacher departed, single-handedly overwriting the Super Nocturnal Species’ contamination layer...’"

"’Mu Style Sketching Technique, dubbed the bane of Nocturnal species, nicknamed... "Transcendent Art Student"?!’ "

"What... what is all this?!?!" Seeing these increasingly absurd battle records, Class Teacher-040’s expression grew even more grave, "This Mu Daxian... he personally experienced 10 Grey Mist Invasion incidents, and aside from the 1st one being passive, the subsequent 9 times, his achievements became more and more remarkable!"

"Could he possibly be a ’Non-Employee Unit’ secretly designated by the company?"

"It shouldn’t be... If it was a secret setup, the first encounter wouldn’t have been a life-or-death situation... ’Transcendent Art Student’..."

"’Transcendent Art Student’..."

Class Teacher-040 secretly put the book back, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed something. In that hidden compartment, there seemed... to be a piece of paper; under the dim light, a few characters on it caught her attention.

[To the class teacher who follows me...]

"What is this...?!" Class Teacher-040’s body suddenly tensed up.

...

After pushing the door open and heading out, Mu Daxian looked right and, after confirming the room number was "Group B Class 2," he walked over with Mao Feiyang, reaching directly for the doorknob.

"Click! Squeak—"

Upon opening the door, a warm breath, entirely distinct from the Art Classroom, surged from behind it, invigorating Mao Feiyang.

"This classroom... it’s different from the Art Building!" he remarked.

"This is where the Experience Students stay, of course, it lacks some artistic aura," said Mu Daxian, his expression unchanged as he walked into the classroom.

At this moment, the classroom was almost empty, except for one or two new arrivals in the corner who had stayed back because they didn’t go to the Cafeteria to eat.

Mao Feiyang glanced around the classroom environment and was about to find a place to sit.

Mu Daxian gave him a look but made no move to stop him.

Mao Feiyang seemed to sense something and hesitated before retracting his foot and conscientiously stayed by Mu Daxian’s side, obedient like a little eunuch following his master.

Mu Daxian glanced at him, "You’re so compliant?"

Mao Feiyang, keeping his composure, replied, "Learned to behave; staying with Brother Xian means I’ll live."

"With that attitude, no wonder you’re with me," Mu Daxian teased with a laugh before stepping onto the podium.

The classroom’s remaining three people couldn’t help but look up curiously at Mu Daxian, wondering what he would do next.

However, at this moment, Lin Yi’s mind exploded with a realization, answering a question that had troubled him previously—

The message on the blackboard was left by Mu Daxian!

It was left by Mu Daxian?!

Damn, who could have seen that coming!

Even if Lin Yi had guessed it might have been written by a Sports Student or an Art Student, he would never have thought that the author was Mu Daxian!

And that, when Mu Daxian was writing those messages, Mao Feiyang was with him!

In this instance of the dream, Lin Yi repeatedly realized how he had had so many close encounters with Maozi!

It was precisely because of his perfect control over time and movement that they had skillfully missed Maozi!

Was this a coincidence, or—was it due to Mu Daxian’s precise calculation of the Experience Student’s time?

Under absolute calculation, he could avoid most of the Experience Students as if he had never appeared.

Why would he do that?

Then, just as Lin Yi realized, Mu Daxian started to act.

He completely ignored the gazes of the remaining three new Experience Students in the classroom and directly took a brush out of his bag.

After dipping it in white paint, he swung his arm and wrote two large characters on the blackboard—

[Run Away]

After writing, he seemed to think that merely writing big characters wasn’t enough, so he added three huge exclamation points to enhance the emphasis.

Seeing Mu Daxian about to put away the brush, Mao Feiyang couldn’t help but say, "Brother Xian, Brother Xian, just like this might not work; it looks more like a prank at first glance."

After thinking it over, Mu Daxian agreed with Mao Feiyang’s opinion, "Xiao Mao, you have a point there..."

He pondered briefly, then continued to write:

[Grey...]