Chapter 4

Mosen carefully controlled his pace, not too fast, not too slow, his gaze fixed straight ahead, never glancing to the sides.

Being discovered earlier was indeed embarrassing, but at the moment, Mosen felt that his nonchalant demeanor could score at least ninety points. Little did he know that his "ninety-point" performance made his walk extremely artificial, drawing laughter from Lu Ping and causing another commotion in the classroom.

Mosen was completely unaware. With his ninety-point posture, he finally walked to what he considered a sufficiently distant point. Only then did he turn around and begin to consider what to do next. What he saw was Lu Ping jumping out of the window.

That brat, running away in the middle of class!

Mosen was furious, completely forgetting that Lu Ping rarely attended classes, and attending for half a class was an extremely rare occurrence in the past three years.

However, seeing Lu Ping walking alone on the deserted path, Mosen suddenly had an idea.

This... could be an opportunity?

Most students were now concentrated in the Zhaifeng Building for classes, and there were very few people moving around the campus. Taking this chance to call Lu Ping to a secluded place could minimize the risk, right?

Yes, that's what I should do.

A plan quickly formed in Mosen's mind. He quickened his pace, circled around, and after straightening his emotions behind a large tree, he walked towards Lu Ping as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Teacher Mosen? We meet again," Lu Ping greeted him, looking surprised.

"Aren't you in class? Why are you here?" Mosen asked, frowning. This was the opening line he had prepared, and he thought it sounded very natural and reasonable.

"Oh, the classmates said that those who don't want to listen can leave, so I left," Lu Ping said.

"Uh..." This straightforward answer left Mosen speechless.

"Uneducated!" He finally found the words to criticize sternly.

Lu Ping laughed.

"Since you have nothing to do, help me out for a bit. I can forgive you for stepping on my Fire Lotus," Mosen began his plan.

"Oh, okay, what is it?" Lu Ping asked.

So easy to hook! Mosen felt smug and said, "Ten o'clock, no, make it ten thirty, at the garden in the northwest area. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes."

"Good, ten thirty, don't forget," Mosen reminded him.

"Actually, I have nothing to do now. Why don't we go now?" Lu Ping said.

This unexpected response made Mosen a bit flustered. Of course, going now was not an option; he still needed to prepare, as he wanted to make it look like an accident.

"No!" Mosen quickly said in a tone that brooked no argument, "I don't need you now. Come at ten thirty, that's it."

"Okay... alright!" Lu Ping hesitated but finally accepted Mosen's arrangement.

Mosen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Good, that's it!"

"Yes, see you later, Teacher Mosen."

"Uh-huh." Mosen nodded, watching Lu Ping leave until he was out of sight. He then circled around, accelerated, and rushed to the northwest area of the campus. This garden was the most remote in Zhaifeng Academy, and the layout was not very good. However, that was the job of the landscape architect. Mosen was a horticulturist, and the difference in one character meant a significant difference in job content. Cultivating various flowers and trees was his forte. This unpopular garden was where Mosen often came to conduct strange cultivation experiments, and he was very familiar with it.

At this time, there would be no one here.

After Mosen arrived, he checked the time: 9:35. He was even more convinced that moving the time from ten to ten thirty was a wise decision.

Fifty-five minutes, should be enough, right?

Mosen already had a plan to create an accident in his mind. He decided to use the pavilion in the garden. This pavilion had been dilapidated for a long time, and if it collapsed, no one would be surprised. His task was to make it fit his needs.

After studying the structure of the pavilion, Mosen began to work. He was busy and sweating profusely, and time flew by. After completing the first part of the planned work, Mosen glanced at the time.

10:15!

Forty minutes already? Mosen was shocked. The time consumption exceeded his expectations, and he had overestimated his demolition skills. Unfortunately, he dared not use any soul force, as it would leave traces.

Fifteen minutes! It seems a bit tight, but, anything is possible.

Mosen did not give up and sped up. This improved efficiency, but completing the work by ten thirty was still very difficult.

Maybe, that kid will be late?

Mosen did not want to give up halfway and considered various possibilities. He did not stop, keeping an eye on the path. At ten thirty, Lu Ping did not appear, and Mosen was elated. This guy, indeed unreliable, indeed late, just a few more minutes, five minutes! I still have a chance to finish.

Five minutes! Oh, just a little more, but that guy hasn't arrived yet, more time, come on, you idiot.

Ten minutes! Still a little more, but no one has come yet, great, you will pay for your lack of punctuality, what a perfect irony.

Fifteen minutes! Phew, done, this guy, actually fifteen minutes late, truly unreliable, but because of this, he has completely lost his last chance, truly tragic.

After completing everything, Mosen breathed a sigh of relief. He was drenched in sweat but did not feel tired at all. He eagerly awaited Lu Ping's arrival, looking forward to him being crushed by the collapsing pavilion.

When that guy comes, I'll do this and that...

Mosen planned how to lure Lu Ping into the trap, feeling that everything was perfect.

Ninety points! Mosen was satisfied and gave himself another high score of ninety.

But soon, it was already eleven o'clock, half an hour past the agreed time, and there was still no sign of Lu Ping.

Really bad, unreliable, disrespectful of time. Mosen harshly criticized Lu Ping in his mind, but even after another half an hour, Lu Ping still did not appear.

Could it be... this guy thought it was ten thirty in the evening?

Upon careful consideration, he indeed forgot to emphasize that it was in the morning.

Wait until ten thirty in the evening? That's too stupid, I'll come back in the evening. But, if that guy is not waiting until the evening, just simply, very shamefully, an hour late?

Wait another hour!

After much deliberation, Mosen finally decided to do so. An hour later, Mosen, tired and hungry, left the northwest garden. His legs were trembling as he walked to the school cafeteria.

Old age, not outstanding physical strength. Although the six souls have seventeen levels, the strength soul, which is closely related to physical fitness, has not even reached the first level. This is a genetic trait in his family, with a very slow perception of the strength soul.

Not daring to use soul force, relying entirely on his own physical strength, this was not easy for Mosen. At the beginning, there was a sense of expectation, but two hours of waiting had drained all his energy.

At this moment, Mosen only wanted to have a good meal and then go back to sleep. Just as he was about to leave, he happened to see Lu Ping and Su Tang coming out of the cafeteria and greeting him.

"Lu Ping!" Mosen suddenly perked up.

"Teacher Mosen." The two greeted him together.

"I think you haven't forgotten the task I gave you, right?" Mosen said.

"Of course not," Lu Ping said.

Mosen felt a bit relieved, it seemed this kid indeed thought it was ten thirty in the evening.

"Don't forget." Mosen said, not wanting to say more, he just wanted to eat and rest quickly. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Su Tang ask Lu Ping, "What is it?"

Oh no!

Mosen's heart tightened.

Careless! How could he mention this in front of Su Tang? If she asks, and Lu Ping answers, and something happens there tonight, this could easily lead to some associations, right?

What can I say to smooth it over?

Just as he was nervously thinking, someone on the main road shouted, "It's bad!"

"What?" The shout attracted many people's attention, and they all asked.

"The pavilion in the northwest area, Garden 18, has collapsed."

"Ah! Did anyone get hurt?"

"No, but after Professor Hof checked, he said someone had tampered with the pavilion's structure."

"Ah? Who would do such a thing?"

"Unclear, still investigating. Professor Hof said from the extent of the damage, this person was not trying to demolish the pavilion but had another motive."

"What else could it be, trying to hurt someone!"

"Definitely!"

"There are such people in the academy."

"Yes, it's terrifying, who could it be?"

"Did anyone see anyone go there in the morning?"

"Don't know..."

The news spread, and students were discussing it, with various voices passing by Mosen.

"Teacher Mosen, Teacher Mosen?"

"Ah!" Mosen suddenly came to his senses, realizing that Su Tang had been calling him for a while.

"What's wrong? You look so pale," Su Tang asked with concern.

"I... I'm fine, I did some work in the morning, a bit tired, I need to rest," Mosen said.

"Shall I take you back?"

"No, no, I can walk myself, you go about your business!"

"Oh, be careful!"

"Be careful, be careful..." Mosen repeated these words, which now had a different meaning in his heart. How should this end? Should he confess to the academy? He was doing it for Su Tang, the academy would understand... No, if it's a personal matter, maybe, but the academy's principles, how could they kill a student just because of another, that's morally indefensible, what he did was a bit too much!

Just as he was uneasy, he suddenly heard Lu Ping shouting behind him, "Teacher Mosen, are we still going to Garden 18 tonight?"

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