Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 83 The Fairy in the Painting

Sitting in the teahouse, looking at the green bamboo outside, enjoying the oncoming breeze, and taking a sip of hot tea, Tang Qianqian suddenly felt that this was the ideal retirement life.

The only drawback was that tea and snacks were supplied in unlimited quantities in a way that violated the laws of physics. If she stayed here for a few more days, she would definitely gain two and a half kilograms.

But potato chips are mostly just that kind of snack.

I know I’ll get fat if I eat it, but I still can’t help but eat one piece after another.

What’s even more outrageous is that Jiuyue opened a package of braised chicken and put it on the plate.

So she said when she was in high school that fat was really a dangerous thing, but when she thought of Duan Mingyuan's ability, she felt that the future was full of hope, "Senior, can you reconstruct the excess fat on my body into something else? Or a super effective weight loss pill would be fine."

"I don't recommend that, um—"

As he spoke, Jiu Yue tore off a piece of chicken leg with skin on and put it into his mouth.

Ever since entering the teahouse, he has been studying the objects in the teahouse.

The mahogany tables and chairs, and the exquisite porcelain, feel no different from real objects to the touch. The current president of Yunhai Academy has created a non-existent space in the painting. Everything in the space is the same as reality. The automatically replenished snacks and bitter gourd tea violate the laws of the physical world.

"It looks like it's the same type of ability as mine."

This discovery made Duan Mingyuan look forward to his trip to Yunhai Academy more and more. He felt that he should be able to have many common topics with the respected dean of the academy, and they could even hold academic seminars all night long.

More importantly, he can feel the other person's peaceful and calm state of mind from the way he uses his abilities.

Ability is not a weapon for fighting and killing, but a tool for building this world.

Duan Mingyuan has always believed so.

Upon hearing this, Intelligence September came out again, "This ability is called the Fairy in Painting, and it is an ability passed down from generation to generation in the Painting Academy of Yunhai Academy."

"Art Academy?"

Tang Qianqian and Yang Ping also joined the discussion out of curiosity. Due to the hasty trip, they had not yet carefully learned about the main courses of Yunhai Academy.

"Didn't Bai Yu Ji tell you? Yunhai Academy is divided into four major colleges, and each college has a unique and exquisite skill."

Jiu Yue seldom praises others like this, but the four colleges of Yunhai Academy deserve such an evaluation.

"I see!"

Tang Qianqian raised her hand excitedly and said, "When new students enter the school, there will be a grand sorting ceremony. Students with different personalities will be assigned to different colleges: courage, integrity, wisdom, and ambition."

She felt that she was a loyal Hufflepuff, honest and kind, and most importantly, she could eat.

Ever since she discovered that the potato chips in the teahouse could be refreshed infinitely, she had been planning to pack a suitcase and take them away before leaving.

As for the taciturn Yang Ping, Slytherin should be a perfect fit for him.

As for the seniors...

Her gaze shifted to Duan Mingyuan, and for some reason the words "Azkaban" suddenly popped up in her mind.

"Wrong." Jiu Yue mercilessly extinguished Tang Qianqian's fantasy. "Don't even think about flying in the sky on a broom. Yunhai Academy was originally founded by several highly respected talents. Four of them were particularly outstanding in the four fields of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. They were the first four deans of Yunhai Academy. They passed on their skills to others, and the school has continued to this day. The current dean of the academy is the manager of the painting academy, who is already 121 years old."

This age is considered longevity even among monsters.

Jiu Yue knew all this because before coming to Yunlong City, one of her hobbies was to collect stories about groups that dared to resist the company.

She concluded, "So, which college you enter depends on your talent."

Tang Qianqian was struck by lightning. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she could hardly speak. "Then, then...then what should a versatile person like me do?"

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Question marks popped up in everyone's head at the same time. Even Duan Mingyuan stopped examining the mahogany tea table and looked at Tang Qianqian who was talking nonsense.

"Really!" Tang Qianqian argued, "I can play the guitar, play auto chess, and I drew girls' comics in high school. I can write well with a fountain pen, too."

For the first time in her life, she had the worries of being a genius. Wouldn't the managers of the four colleges quarrel over her?

That's so embarrassing.

"There will be a sorting ceremony when you arrive at the academy."

Jiu Yue looked at Tang Qianqian with sympathy. She couldn't bear to continue to attack this classmate who was looking forward to the future. She turned the topic to Duan Mingyuan and said, "But this is probably why they want to hire Mr. Mingyuan to be the teacher of the "Evil Defence Course". As far as I know, the students of the academy are not very good at fighting. There have been many evil incidents recently. It should be that several students of the academy were killed when they went home during the holidays."

Respect is respect, but the abilities passed down by the four academies are not suitable for actual combat.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are elegant arts, which often require the use of specific tools to achieve. In comparison, evil spirits are naturally a group of vulgar people.

Vulgar people will not wait for you to arrange the canvas, set up the chessboard, and then recite poems or sing songs with you. They will only think you are delicious, and the kind that tastes better the more they look at you.

This is the problem with scholars. Once they start fighting, they will become easy targets.

Jiu Yue had discussed this issue with Duan Mingyuan when she was at home.

When necessary, the Red-Eyed Demon and the heir of the Murasaki Hotel can serve as sparring partners at any time.

"As expected, everything still cannot be circumvented by ability."

Tang Qianqian sighed, leaned on the table, rested her chin on the bag of potato chips, and fell into deep thought.

So far, she has established a preliminary understanding of this industry, but the ability seems to be a long way off for her, and her life energy has always stopped at 2, a number that seems to be mocking her. However, her classmate Yang Ping next door has crossed the initial threshold and become an excellent formal hunter. He has already gained some experience in building his abilities.

So, what abilities would apply to her, Tang Qianqian?

The predecessors said that ability is related to desire and is an extension of the obsession in the heart.

Her desire...

It seems like he is just lying there comfortably to spend the rest of his life.

It seems that she still needs to strengthen her knowledge and understanding of abilities. She is willing to believe that there are abilities in this world that are suitable for salted fish.

Tang Qianqian's eyes passed over the potato chips and stopped at the braised chicken on the plate. Looking at the braised chicken with only the skeleton left on the plate, her vision for the future came to an end because she suddenly realized a problem.

"I remember you said before that luck in this world is equal. When some people are lucky, others will be unlucky."

In response to Tang Qianqian's question, Jiu Yue remained noncommittal.

"We have been eating braised chicken all the way, so our luck should be extremely good now. So here comes the question."

Tang Qianqian suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, "Whose fortune have we sucked away?"

This is a good question.

She looked at September, and September looked back at her.

After a long while, they both said in unison, "Yeah?"

The two were responded by the ground shaking violently suddenly. The whole teahouse started to shake violently like a roller coaster. The feeling of weightlessness was like falling from a great height.

“Yunlin——!”

Tang Qianqian screamed. She could figure out the reason why the world was spinning so dizzy without any explanation.

While they were chatting and laughing in the teahouse, outside...

A crane dropped a chicken.

It will be on the shelves in three days. April is a busy month...

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(End of this chapter)