Chapter 20
Chapter 20: Don’t touch the teacher’s butt
A chilly wave of aura first spilled out when the jade box was opened. The temperature in the warehouse decreased rapidly, causing Han Shuo to shudder involuntarily again. He quickly refocused his concentration on the item within the green jade box.
It was a verdant ball. Its surface like an emerald, winking with ephemeral green light. There was a red dot inside, like a drop of roiling blood, oscillating randomly within the ball.
His mind suddenly hurting, Han Shuo only felt that his mental strength started draining expeditiously towards the ball. It felt a bit like when he was using necromancy magic. With the injection of Han Shuo’s mental strength, the surface of the ball shone with even more green, and the blood-red dot in the center abruptly let out a small strand of red light.
Pain! A keenly honed dagger savagely stirred up Han Shuo’s brains. With the loss of his mental strength, Han Shuo’s mind hurt like a living hell. He had never endured such cruel agony in all his years of life.
In the midst of this extreme pain, Han Shuo should have fainted dead away, but the eerie thing was that Han Shuo’s mind was clearer than it’d ever been. Han Shuo even felt that because his mind was more awake than ever, it was exacerbating and infinitely magnifying the agony.
Both of his hands clutching his head, Han Shuo was like a wild beast being slowly cut by a thousand, a million knives. He emitted a raspy, low roar that didn’t sound like it could come from a human. Han Shuo’s mental strength continued to slowly flow towards the round ball, along with the continuation of the inhumane pain.
At this moment, the tendons stood out on Han Shuo’s forehead, neck, and exposed arms, like multiple worms wriggling in his body. His body had started filling out a bit, and his muscles were now tensed with explosive power.
As Han Shuo felt that his mental strength was about to be completely drained, the magical yuan within his body flowed from his neck to his brain. As the magical yuan entered his brain, that was already splitting open from pain, the soul searing agony seemed to increase ten times in intensity.
The mental strength that had vanished with fleeting speed into the ball, came crashing back like a huge wave rolling onto shore, drowning Han Shuo in an instant. He could finally endure it no more and fainted.
Judging from the situation, Fitch must have used additional tutoring as an excuse for some alone time with Fanny. Fanny’s covered eyes must have something to do with instructing Fitch on how to use his heart to command dark creature attacks.
Han Shuo noted quite a few obstacles in the surroundings as he walked over, carefully avoiding all of them as he moved towards Fitch and Fanny.
Just as he was about to reach Fanny and Fitch, Fitch suddenly awoke from his idiotic stupor and turned his head slightly. When he saw that it was Han Shuo, a hint of unconcealed disgust appeared in Fitch’s eyes.
Fitch followed that up with a movement of his staff, and two lines of an incantation in a low voice. Some of the obstacles on the ground suddenly seemed to be alive, as some withered, broken, white bones came hurtling towards Han Shuo’s butt. Some ropes also tightened onto the bones and came flying with them, seeking to entangle Han Shuo like a snake.
Han Shuo’s body was a bit weaker than normal after the events of last night. His panicked dance of evasion was a bit messy, was finally tripped by a rope that suddenly appeared and stumbled towards Fitch and Fanny.
At this moment, Fanny was still concentrating her mental strength on directing the dark creature’s attacks, and her mouth kept summarizing her actions. Although her ears caught a few sounds, she paid them no heed.
Seeing that he was about to fall onto Fitch and Fanny, Han Shuo’s still reached out wildly for something to stabilize himself even though his heart was calm, but at this moment, a trace of a cold smile tugged at Fitch’s lips. He raised his staff slightly and aimed it towards the falling Han Shuo, obviously up to no good.
Panicking inside now as well, Han Shuo forcefully twisted his body to the left in mid air, trying to avoid Fitch’s attack. When his body started falling towards Fanny, the results of Han Shuo’s magic training came to bear as his body miraculously stopped after sucking in his waist and pushing out with his stomach.
But, Han Shuo didn’t manage to retract his randomly flailing right arm in time, and it landed on Fanny’s pert, well rounded butt. The ecstasy of supple, tender, well-filled out curve immediately traveled the point of contact between Han Shuo and Fanny, back to his brain.
In curious coincidence, Han Shuo actually gave a light pinch, before realizing what he was doing and backing up violently. He understood the insanity of his actions just now and was extremely frightened, thinking that there was no way Fanny would forgive him. Why had he pinched her butt cheek — even though it had felt wondrous!
As he practically flew in retreat, Han Shuo looked at Fitch, who glaring back at Han Shuo with eyes spitting fire and a body trembling in rage. It was as if Han Shuo had committed something terrible such as murdering Fitch’s entire family. Fanny also exclaimed in shock and immediately ripped off the black cloth covering her eyes.
Fanny is never going to forgive me now. Shit. Shit. Han Shuo thought.
Pa pa! Two slaps. Fitch had been furiously staring at Han Shuo when two red palm prints appeared on his face. Fanny was enraged, and stared at Fitch with killing intent, her lofty breasts heaving and she raged, “Damned Fitch, how dare you take advantage and violate me!”