manynovel Chapter 35 Off-Battle Deterrence
Chapter 35 Off-Battle Deterrence
"What? You're ready?! Very good, very energetic!"
Fingel was pleased to see Su An so confident, and immediately felt that his chips could double, or even multiply several times.
Su An explained helplessly, "I'm really better now."
"What do you mean? You can't possibly have memorized it, right? Do you think you burned a CD directly?" Fingel stepped back to examine Su An, still not believing him.
"Even if you're handsome, a strong fighter, and wealthy, it's impossible for you to memorize so many dragon runes in an instant. Being able to memorize them in one night is already quite remarkable."
Su An shook his head, snatched Fingel's pencil, and quickly drew on the back of the A4 paper.
"See, I really remembered it."
The reverse side of the A4 paper was revealed to Fingel, and his jaw nearly dislocated.
Because Su An drew all the dragon patterns perfectly, even more meticulously and better than Fingel, the one who leaked the questions!
Even a single fine line contains profound charm; even an old nun reincarnated might not be able to paint it this well!
Fingel ran his fingers over the lines on the paper, checking them repeatedly, his gaze vacant.
"Are you a monster?"
"I'm not a monster, nor am I some kind of devil. I'm full of confidence now!"
Su An smiled, picked up the black card, and placed another 100 million yuan into the "Su An Wins" betting platform. The funds in the platform once again began to surge like catfish.
If the previous 100 million yuan investment caused a frenzy in the discussion forums, then the current 100 million yuan investment will bring about a fierce battle.
Those who bet on Su An to lose kept pouring money into the betting pool like madmen. They no longer considered the possibility of failure; they were only afraid of losing in the competition for the prize pool.
Su An smiled and turned around to look at Fingel.
"Alright, Fingel, that's enough of that. Now, please teach me the rest of the dragon runes."
"You really want to memorize all 76 dragon runes?" Fingel asked, somewhat shocked.
Su An felt the resonant nods of the alchemical patterns within his body.
"I can really memorize them all."
"Huh?" Fingel hesitated for a moment: "But, I'll be exhausted drawing 76 dragon patterns."
With a snap, Su An pulled a large bundle of bright green US dollars from his pocket and slammed it onto the table.
Su An read on emotionlessly, "Hey, how come there's a bundle of ten thousand dollars on the table? Did you drop it, Fingel?"
Fingel was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened immediately, and he stuffed the money into his pocket with lightning speed.
"Mine, mine, it's mine."
Su An grabbed his hand and asked, "Is this really your money? Could there be a mistake?"
"No mistake, no mistake!" Fingel hurriedly waved his hands, pointing to the money in his pocket and saying, "Mine, it really was mine, hehe."
Su An asked, "What about the dragon pattern?"
"I'll draw it! I'll draw all 76 dragon patterns!" Fingel waved his hand.
"Won't it be too tiring?" Su An asked again.
"It's not hard at all! What's so hard about it!"
Fingel waved his hands frantically, as if afraid of revealing even a hint of hardship, and then stuffed the money deep into his pocket.
Fingel seemed to remember something and said:
"Oh, by the way, be very careful when you go to take your exam tomorrow! Those gamblers will inevitably try to stop you in order to win money."
"Don't the disciplinary committee members care?"
"The disciplinary committee members are always late."
"Okay, I understand."
Eight hours later.
Su An followed the college handbook given to him by Norma to the 3e exam site.
The corridor leading to the classroom was filled with students from all walks of life, their eyes gleaming with an almost tangible light.
The students exchanged glances and then sent out one of their representatives.
The representative was a tall girl with a high ponytail, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips.
She lowered her knees slightly, raised one hand and placed the other behind her back, staring intently at Su An.
"Kassel, A-rank, Karate Club President Kaoru Miyamoto, please enlighten me."
Su An ignored her completely and walked right past the girl.
The girl was furious and was about to vent her emotions when she noticed that the S-class freshman's eyes had turned blue.
That blue was more beautiful than any sky, and also more terrifying.
An aura of life force and the threat of death burst forth from those eyes.
The girl's body was almost frozen, and she was so terrified that she couldn't move.
This terrifying pressure was even greater than when she saw Genjiro angry at his own home.
How does Su An compare to Yuan Zhisheng? Miyamoto Kaoru dared not think about this question in detail.
Hoping that the young parents wouldn't become enemies with this monster, Miyamoto Kaoru silently prayed.
"Too weak," the S-class freshman seemed to mutter as he walked away.
Seeing that Su An was about to enter the examination room, several of the remaining students who were blocking the door tried to stop him.
With a sharp slap, Miyamoto Kaoru delivered a stinging red slap to their faces—"Do you want to go up there and get yourselves killed?"
Immediately afterwards, Miyamoto Kaoru turned to face Su An's back and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.
The remaining students understood, and the crowd parted in the direction Su An had gone. After they stopped, they also bowed to Su An in apology.
This scene was like Moses parting the sea; even the most unruly students bowed their heads, immersed in the awe of the S-class.
Su An didn't even glance behind her and opened the classroom door directly.
Once it was opened, dozens of eyes were fixed on his face.
All sorts of negative emotions were unabashedly revealed in those gazes.
There was shock at the fact that Su An was still alive, a desire for the money he possessed, and excitement at the prospect of taking his place...
Su An: -_-||
Seriously? You're coming again?
Stare blankly? Anyone can do that.
Su An glanced around, his fierce gaze fixed on everyone who stared at him—and those who looked at him slunk away.
Suddenly, Su An's fierce gaze softened as he saw an acquaintance.
The newcomer had striking features, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and long, jet-black hair that seemed to pierce the sky like a long sword. His name was Chu Zihang.
Su An asked, "Are you confident about the 3E exam?"
Chu Zihang sighed.
"Shouldn't you be concerned about your own safety?"
The line of people who want you dead right now probably stretches all the way to Paris.
I know you are strong, but you have countless ways to kill people.
So you should get a poison test before eating these days. I brought you some common antidotes; keep them with you at all times. Also, here's the school clinic's emergency number; remember it..."
The talkative Chu Zihang didn't seem like the domineering killer who ran rampant on Freedom Day; instead, he seemed like a warm and kind old mother.
Su An also sighed.
"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"
Chu Zihang raised an eyebrow.
"Exaggeration? Not at all."
In just eight hours, a plethora of financial derivatives have been created based on your exam results, even including things resembling stock and bond options. The finances at Kassel College have gone mad.
Su An frowned, and Chu Zihang assumed it was out of anger at being used to make money.
Unexpectedly, Su An's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said—
"What? You're making money but not including me?"