Chapter 118: My Teacher Is a Cultivator

“Ah! Old Ji, take it easy, will you? Ouch, my poor precious backside!”

Gao Wei’s voice reached my ears the moment I stepped into the dormitory. He sounded as though he was suffering terribly.

When I reached the dormitory door on the third floor, I quietly pushed open the closed door and saw everyone gathered inside. Their eyes were filled with pity as they looked at me. Then they glanced at Gao Wei, as though using him as a warning.

“What’s with all of you? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

I forced a bitter smile under their sympathetic gazes, tossed the things in my hands onto my bed, and walked straight toward the lower bunk where Gao Wei was lying.

“Brother Dong, it’s the weekend. There are no classes. Our little trick has been exposed. Have you figured out what to do? Look, Wei has already been beaten this badly. You definitely won’t escape punishment!” Ji Wuli patted me on the shoulder, then pointed at Gao Wei’s swollen, bright-red backside.

“What else can I do? Am I supposed to go kill her? Since things have come to this, I can only let nature take its course.”

After saying that, I lay down on Er Peng’s bed and began thinking about how I was going to deal with the troublesome director of student affairs, Li Yan, that evening.

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Time usually passed quickly before my eyes. While other people suffered through each day, wondering why the hours moved so slowly, I could only lament that I had not even finished one thing before darkness fell and everyone was already preparing for bed.

Eight o’clock arrived soon enough. I bade farewell to my roommates, who stood together behind me to see me off. Even Gao Wei, whose backside had been beaten swollen, leaned against the doorway to watch me leave. The atmosphere made it seem as though I were a warrior departing on a journey from which I would never return.

When I reached the Office of Academic Affairs, I knocked on the door and called out, “Report! Teacher Li, this is Hu Xiaodong!”

“Come in.”

A woman’s voice came from inside.

The Office of Academic Affairs was a special office established by the college specifically for Li Yan. I had heard that she was on very good terms with the dean, which was why he had arranged a place like this for her. Normally, however, no one came here, because the people who entered were usually problem students.

Li Yan did not care whether you were handsome, wealthy, or influential. If you made a mistake and she caught you, you could forget about escaping punishment. And so I walked inside.

The problem troubling me now was not whether I would be beaten. It was whether Er Peng, Wang Sheng, and Tong Xuan were still alive after being captured by those sorcerers.

The moment I entered the office, a wave of warm air swept over me, carrying a gentle fragrance. I had not expected this old woman, Li Yan, to possess such a youthful natural scent.

In all four years of college, I had never once visited this place. On my first visit, I discovered that the interior was actually quite simple: an air conditioner, a computer, a desk, and a sofa. Apart from those, there were only electric lights, a white floor, and white ceramic tiles.

“You’re here. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

Li Yan lifted the coffee on her desk and offered it to me.

I had never liked coffee, so I turned her down. Besides, she had not sincerely meant to offer me any. Even if I had accepted, I would probably have ended up drinking the dregs left in her cup.

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While we were speaking, I suddenly detected a faint trace of supernatural energy in the air, which left me puzzled.

This was the third floor of the administrative building. Under normal circumstances, no one should have been here anymore. Apart from the director of student affairs in front of me, could there be someone else hiding nearby?

Yet my spiritual senses could not detect anyone else. I therefore focused my attention on Li Yan. Perhaps she really was a supernatural practitioner living among ordinary humans.

“Creeeak...”

For some unknown reason, the office door slowly began to close on its own. What depressed me was that this was a thick sandalwood door. An ordinary breeze could not possibly move it, so I had no idea how it had managed to close by itself.

“Bang! Click!”

At the end, the door even slammed shut with a loud impact. If this was not the work of supernatural power, then what was it? Had a ghost closed it?

“Teacher, there’s something strange about this place. I seem to be sensing some kind of unknown fluctuation!”

I spoke tentatively to Li Yan. In truth, I had already sent a thread of my own supernatural energy along her thigh, simply to see how she would react.

Sure enough, I sensed a trace of opposing energy. Fortunately, she did not realize that the power had come from me.

I had never expected Li Yan to be a supernatural practitioner. But what kind of race did she belong to? Uncle Mao had told me that human cultivators had disappeared more than a thousand years ago. Most of the cultivators who remained were supernatural beings of the demon race.

“What fluctuation? You already know you’re here to be disciplined, yet you still have so much to say. Hurry up and stick out your backside.”

I had experienced this method of spanking from other teachers back in elementary school. I had always wondered why teachers liked beating students on the backside. Besides, I was already over twenty, so being ordered around by Li Yan like that was embarrassing. I turned my head and smiled ingratiatingly at her.

“Director Li, can’t we skip the spanking?”

“Hurry up. Don’t force me to solve the problem with violence. You’ll be responsible for the consequences.”

As she spoke, a leather whip suddenly appeared in her right hand from who knew where. She struck it against the palm of her left hand, producing a series of sharp cracks.

With no other choice, and intimidated by the whip, I reluctantly bent over and stuck out my backside. But there was no way I intended to let her actually hit me with it.

Thus, just as Li Yan raised her hand to strike, I suddenly lunged forward and seized both her wrists. The whip fell to the floor with a snap. Because of the force of my movement, I lost my footing and pressed her against the simple office desk.

For a moment, she looked at me, and I looked at her.

I had pinned Li Yan beneath me, but I had not expected her to be so delicate. I had only fallen on top of her because I had been unable to stop myself after the sudden lunge, leaving our bodies pressed tightly together.

Although Li Yan was eight or nine years older than me, the mature feminine aura surrounding her stirred my body intensely.

To my embarrassment, a certain part of me reacted beyond my control, pressing against her lower abdomen through our clothes.

“You bastard, Hu Xiaodong! Are you looking for death?”

I suddenly felt Li Yan’s supernatural power erupt. Energy surged wildly around me, and a powerful force hurled me backward into the tightly closed office door.

The impact made the door boom loudly, attracting the administrator who was patrolling outside.

“Director Li? Director Li, are you in there? Is everything all right?”

The administrator’s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

It was already past eight in the evening. No one should have been here at this hour. If we were discovered alone together in the office, I would never be able to clear my name, no matter how much I protested. I looked at Li Yan with pleading eyes, hoping she would not let anything slip.

“Nothing’s wrong, Teacher Li. A large wall calendar fell down. You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll take care of it myself.”

After Li Yan spoke, I let out a long breath of relief. Fortunately, she had been willing to tell a lie to protect her own reputation.

I shakily climbed to my feet and wiped the blood from my nose. Then I looked at Li Yan with a different expression.

“An ordinary woman couldn’t possibly possess that much strength. You’re definitely not a normal person. Tell me—what kind of supernatural practitioner are you?”

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