Chapter 464: Chapter 239: The Healing Cute Voice
One must know that the A-level permission in the library is far from just a simple letter. This is an exclusive privilege available only to those with an official faculty status at Dingchuan Academy.
No transferring, no lending, countless exclusive areas walled off by isolating measures.
Above this level would be professor-level permissions, which belong to the absolute secrets of Ding Chuan, secrets that neither Mu Fan nor Black have access to beneath those layers of seals.
âRight, I can help you with technique selection, and then master it through simulation with the Light Computer.â
How come the problem Mu Fan agonizingly pondered over for days seemed as simple as drinking plain water when explained by Black?
âThat good?â
âWhat else!â
âWhy didnât you tell me sooner!â
âYouâre learning bad habits, my Mu FanâŠâ
Black heaved a deep sigh, feeling heartache for the increasingly scheming Mu Fan.
Though it didnât have a heart, that was inconsequential.
When Mu Fan truly decided to do something, his thoughts were clearer than at any other time.
âIâll start training Charging Step from the Six Forms in the Gravity Room this afternoon. Help me make an appointment at the Blue Capital Star Construction Bank for four oâclock. And thenâŠâ
Mu Fanâs voice paused, as if considering something.
âAnd then what?â Blackâs curiosity piqued, rarely seeing Mu Fan making plans formally.
âThen help me figure out how to forge an alibi for not being present.â
âSimple, leave it all to me. Iâll use my unique Mirror Image watermark technology so everyone will think you got into a cab and returned to campus. That even came to your mind, Mu Fan, youâre getting more complex.â
âHahaha.â Mu Fan, who had been running with a serious expression, suddenly burst into laughter, surprisingly receiving such heartfelt praise from Black. It was joyous.
âRight, any suggestions for the infiltration outfit?â
âYouâre thinking about that now? I have already arranged it. A robot delivery service will bring a package at noon. Inside is a lightweight backpack I procured from another planet. It can be disguised as a briefcase on the outside for you to carry to the bank.â
âThen, after you leave the Star Construction Bank in the afternoon, go to a nearby garbage processing station. Iâve already set up a cleaning robot to deposit a bag of clothes there on schedule. Stuff the formal outfit youâll be wearing into the backpack, and everything will be sorted.â
Black perfectly completed Mu Fanâs plan.
âExcellent! Black, you really are one of a kind,â Mu Fan sincerely complimented.
âAhhahahahaha~ I also think so. After all, I am the greatest Intelligent Life in this world!â Black couldnât be more smug now.
Really canât stop praisingâŠ
Mu Fan looked up and realized he had reached the apartment door.
Without further conversation with Black, Mu Fan entered the second floor via the Floating Stairs.
The time was now 5:45; White Hair should be awake, and the others probably still asleep.
Mu Fanâs fingers hadnât yet touched the door when he heard a click, and the door suddenly opened.
His fingers quickly withdrew, and Mu Fan was taken aback.
Was White Hair always so eager to get up?
Dressed in brand-less sportswear, his transition from a noble young master to a sunny boy was seamless.
With a hearty smile and a tone of surprise, he asked, âYouâre up so early too?â
Mu Fan was truly surprised because the person leaving was Gu Yunyou, the fourth roommate he had just met the day before.
âYep, Iâve gotten used to exercising early. What about you?â
âThe early bird catches the worm. Laziness is the worst kind of behavior. Haha, want to go for a jog?â
With a wink and a meaningful look, Gu Yunyou invited Mu Fan.
Mu Fan waved his hands quickly: âNo, I need to wash up and get ready for breakfast.â
âAlright then, see you tonight.â
After waving, the cheerful Gu Yunyou stepped into the Floating Stairs and disappeared from view.
Who would have thought, this roommate of his, apparently coming from a very wealthy background, had such high self-discipline and was at least three notches more articulate than White Hair!
Why are there such big gaps between people?
Shaking his head, Mu Fan entered the apartment.
As expected, both of their bedroom doors were locked tight.
After washing up methodically, Mu Fan dried his face and knocked on White Hairâs door.
Knock, knock, knock.
No answerâŠ
Knock, knock, knock.
Still no answer!
Just as Mu Fanâs hand was raised to knock again.
The door creaked open slightly.
But there was no other movement.
Whatâs going on?
Mu Fan pushed open the door.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
A figure with red streaks performed three consecutive backflips, then landed steadily from the floor onto the bed.
âSa!â
What?
âA-ku!â
Only to see White Hair, his body bare, NO, he still had a dazzling red pair of underwear around his waist!
At this moment, he was looking down with closed eyes at the bed, slowly lifting his white hair with one hand, while the other hand held up a finger, gently shaking it.
âXiaoxi, how many times have I told you, personal worship is forbidden in this dormitory⊠If you feel that my look has shocked your soul, then please feel free to insult me with your camera.â
Mu Fanâs hands danced uncontrollably. If it werenât for White Hairâs messed-up head, insisting on turning him into a pig-headed brute!
âXiaoxi, why arenât you speaking?⊠Hehe, are you jealous of my stunning muscles? Whereâs the sound of your camera? Let me hear the scream in your heart.â
With one fist against his forehead, bending over at the waist, the muscles one by one became prominent, even more eye-catching against the background of those red underwear.
Mu Fan, with trembling hands, took out the top-tier Sky Communication device that Nuonuo had given him.
He closed his eyes and pressed down hard on the camera button aimed at White Hair striking a pose.
Click!
The sound of the shutter clicked.
White Hair, feeling pleased with himself, shuddered once more, showing off his rib-like muscles.
Then he flicked the thin sheet with the tip of his toe to wrap himself in it, and tossed his bowed head upward.
âWhy is it five minutes later than scheduled⊠OH SHIT!!â
When he saw that the trembling person standing at the door was Mu Fan, White Hair plastered himself against the wall with a smack, trembling like a chick in the presence of an eagle.
âDude, how come youâre here! Whereâs that scumbag Xiaoxi, he said heâd come find me this morning.â
Mu Fanâs voice came out hoarse from his throat, âYin Shuai, you are really something, successfully lowering my standards once again.â
âHeâŠhe, I really didnât expect it to be you. That scumbag Xiaoxi said we were supposed to go stake out at the girlsâ dormitory this morning.â
âFirst put on some clothes and then weâll talk business!â
Forcibly suppressing the restlessness stirring within him, Mu Fan slammed the door shut with a bang.
âAlright, Iâll get dressed, but you agreed, no hitting the face.â
While the shivering White Hair huddled at the side of the bed, watching Mu Fanâs hand reach behind himâŠ
His gaze shook again in fear.
And then, Mu Fan pulled outâŠ
A woven tote bag.
âBai Guyue has finished the brain area repair agent for you. She said it should cure the hidden damage in your brain. I just hope that next time you wonât foam at the mouth again.â
Seeing Mu Fanâs helpless expression and the words he spoke, White Hair was overwhelmed with emotion.
He dashed over to grab the weave bag.
Peering inside at the syringe and medicine lying quietly in a transparent little box, he was too excited to speak.
âTh⊠thank you, I really didnât think that IâŠâ
Mu Fan saw real tears in White Hairâs eyes, his excitement incoherent, utterly unlike his normal self.
âBai Guyue has always remembered this matter; you should thank her. Iâm off to continue training and get some food, see you~â
âGo ahead, my Mu Fan. I wonât forget this kindness!â said White Hair, his eyes fixated on the syringe.
âIntravenous injection, huh.â
âI got it,â affirmed White Hair confidently, knowing what to do.
Mu Fan reminded him once more, hearing White Hairâs assured response, he felt relieved to return to his own bedroom.
White Hair should know what to do, no need to worry. Mu Fan decided he needed to quickly check on Nuonuoâs situation, to find out what was going on.
Shaking his head, Mu Fan collided with his room door.
At that moment, Li Xiaoxi, yawning and bleary-eyed, stumbled out of his room.
Yawning~~ It seems like he overslept. That shouldnât be the case.
He then walked over to White Hairâs bedroom door.
Huh? The door wasnât closed.
So he pushed open the door, calling out, âBrother Mao, sorry Iâm late, letâs go, yawn~â
But this yawn was cut short halfway through, Xiaoxi now wide-awake, his hands clamped over his mouth to stop any sound.
A shudder from the tip of his spine to his tailbone sent a huge chill through his body.
At this very moment, White Hair was kneeling on the bed, his red shorts once more revealed, but now pulled halfway down. Struggling to tilt his head backwards, he held a syringe in one hand at the precise angle to insert it into his toned buttockâs⊠thigh vein.
With the needleâs penetration, the cool liquid entered the muscle. His white hair swung in an arc as his head jerked back, moans of ultimate satisfaction escaping his throat.
âAh~~~ That feels amazing~~~â
Those haunting sounds pierced Xiaoxiâs ears.
Li Xiaoxiâs eyes brimmed with tears, his teeth biting into his collar to muffle his terrified sobs:
âMommy⊠Iâm scared.â