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"Come quickly! Room 306 at Good Tenant Express Hotel near the school!"
The text message was simple. "What does this mean?" Zhang Yang's mind first flashed to Mu Rujun and her swaying figure. After a moment of composure, Zhang Yang picked up his phone to call, only to find it had already powered off.
"Teacher Mu won't be in any danger, right?" Zhang Yang thought for a moment and hurried out the door, heading straight for the hotel. He was still holding a radish when he left the dormitory, only realizing after he stepped outside that he had absentmindedly placed it in his pants pocket.
Upon entering Good Tenant Express Hotel, Zhang Yang saw that the elevator hadn't arrived yet, so he dashed up the stairs. At room 306, he rang the doorbell but received no response for a long time. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the door was slightly ajar, held open by a plastic card.
Zhang Yang gently nudged the door with his toe and observed that everything seemed normal before slipping inside. As he walked through the corridor of the room, he spotted Mu Rujun on the large bed, and his blood surged with excitement.
Mu Rujun was lying on the bed with her eyes half-closed, her hands moving restlessly. Several buttons of her blouse were undone, and her long skirt was in disarray; even her stockings bore numerous scratches.
Although her clothes were intact, her face was flushed, and she murmured softly.
Could it be? Sending me a text and then appearing like this—what is she trying to do? But wait! A rabbit wouldn't eat Nest Grass; Mu Rujun is neither infatuated nor foolish—why would she seek out her student?
Zhang Yang stood frozen in place; although his blood was racing, he wasn't about to lose his head. After some careful thought, it seemed there could only be one answer: "It's a trap."
With that realization, Zhang Yang went to the bathroom and took a mouthful of cold water, splashing it onto Mu Rujun's face while shouting, "Teacher Mu!"
"Hot!" Mu Rujun opened her eyes but let out a low hum as she reached for Zhang Yang. He sidestepped just in time, but her hand slipped into his pants pocket. Inside was the White-Uniform Red-Heart Little Radish that Zhang Yang hadn't had time to put away.
Then Mu Rujun pulled out the expensive radish from Zhang Yang's pocket... The scene that followed left Zhang Yang stunned, feeling an overwhelming heat wash over him.
"My radish!" Seeing Mu Rujun about to take action, Zhang Yang exclaimed. Although she tightly grasped the radish, Zhang Yang had some skills; with a quick press and twist of her hand, he reclaimed it. This time he didn't dare put it back in his side pocket but instead tucked it into his back pocket.
Damn it, this radish is worth ten thousand yuan—how can it be treated like this!
Realizing things were getting out of hand, Zhang Yang took a deep breath and stepped back. However, just after inhaling, he suddenly felt dizzy; the heat intensified around him as blood surged through his body, and for a moment, he even experienced hallucinations.
A vibrant spring scene unfolded before him—a resilient seedling striving to break through the soil...
"Not good!" Zhang Yang thought to himself. There might be sedatives or similar drugs in the room!
If it weren't for Zhang Yang having reached the Yellow Level of Fusion of Extraordinary Souls and having consumed Tianshan Snow Lotus and White Heart Radish, giving him a certain level of control over drugs, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer. After taking a deep breath earlier, he had inhaled a large amount of the drug, and now it was becoming difficult to maintain control.
Mu Rujun's voice grew stronger, and Zhang Yang could no longer contain himself...
"Damn, the show has started!" In the adjacent Room 308, two men were staring at a computer screen displaying the scene in Room 306 where Zhang Yang was located.
"Shit, this kid even brought an alien-shaped radish; he's really professional!" One man with a Three-Seven Parting hairstyle lit a cigarette and said to the other man wearing a Camera Vest.
"If that female teacher hadn't fainted first, she would have caused a scene by now! The sedatives from Thailand are impressive, but your trick is pretty low. I mean, are you using a high-definition camera? It doesn't look very clear," the Camera Vest man replied.
"Do you think just wearing a Camera Vest means you'll get good footage? That kid just spat some water, making the camera unclear. Keep an eye out; if anything happens, call immediately. I've already contacted the police and media!" The Three-Seven Parting man exhaled smoke, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Why don't you make the call?" the Camera Vest man asked, somewhat disgruntled.
"Not satisfied? You go ask her out then! I chatted with her for a week before she agreed to meet. I've done more work than you; once this is over, we'll split the money evenly! I’ve worked hard all day without getting to enjoy myself with her; it's only fair I get to watch the video," Three-Seven Parting seemed a bit angry and kept rambling on.
While Three-Seven Parting and Camera Vest in Room 308 were excited, Zhang Yang in Room 306 was struggling to maintain control. Just as Zhang Yang was about to further disarm Mu Rujun, he suddenly let out a loud fart! It was loud but not smelly; surprisingly, it didn't smell at all.
The White-Uniform Red-Heart Little Radish indeed had remarkable effects. Although Zhang Yang had only eaten half of it that morning, after digestion, it produced such a noticeable effect!
A strange yet strong scent spread through the air—slightly sour with an herbal aroma, mixed with a refreshing chill.
The smell entered his nostrils and rushed to his brain. Although it wasn't foul, it wasn't pleasant either. Zhang Yang couldn't help but gag; the heat within him began to subside as his body's reactions gradually calmed down. Mu Rujun also became much calmer; the redness on her face slowly faded, and her overall condition returned to normal.
Zhang Yang walked into the bathroom, soaked a towel in water, and covered his mouth and nose before returning to help Mu Rujun tidy her clothes, fastening two or three loose buttons. "We need to get out of this room!" Zhang Yang hoisted Mu Rujun onto his shoulder and pulled open the door, rushing out!
"Damn it, that kid is carrying that woman out! What do we do?" Camera Vest exclaimed while staring at the screen.
"Alpaca! If he runs away, we won't have any money left!" Three-Seven Parting thought to himself, wondering how this clean-cut student could still be so bold. He grabbed the Electric Baton he always carried and rushed out of the room, with Camera Vest following closely behind, pulling out a spring knife.
"Hey, stop right there!" Three-Seven Parting shouted, brandishing the Electric Baton as he charged forward, with Camera Vest right on his heels.
Upon seeing the two emerge from the adjacent room, Zhang Yang immediately understood. "Who sent you here? Don't make me take action!" Zhang Yang steadied Mu Rujun with one hand while pointing at the two with the other, his gaze sharp and icy.
"How dare you talk back to me! Today, I'm going to make you perform!" Three-Seven Parting declared as he swung the Electric Baton towards Zhang Yang's head, while Camera Vest lunged forward, kicking at Zhang Yang's stomach.
Zhang Yang kept one hand on Mu Rujun's shoulder and delivered two powerful kicks that sent Three-Seven Parting and Camera Vest crashing to the ground. Both of their faces swelled up like pig heads as they lay on the floor, groaning in pain. Zhang Yang then carried Mu Rujun into Room 308 and laid her down on the bed.
Seeing the computer screen in the room displaying a view directly onto the large bed in Room 306, Zhang Yang sneered and stepped back out of the room, dragging Three-Seven Parting and Camera Vest into Room 308.
Zhang Yang picked up the Electric Baton and pressed the shock button, sparks crackling in front of the two.
"Who told you to do this? Let me remind you, if I'm not satisfied with your answers, I'll find a hole in you first before I press this button!"
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