Chapter 471: Life in Jail

Chapter 471: Life in Jail

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Xu Xiaolan returned to the Moon Pond via Sword Kinesis Flight. She discovered that Su Qianyun was still waiting for her in the exact same spot.

“Student Xiaolan, you left for so long. What were you up to?” Su Qianyun asked with a curious expression.

Xu Xiaolan hadn’t expected for Su Qianyun to actually wait at the exact same spot for her, and she was feeling a little apologetic.

She was just about to tell her what An Lin did. However, she suddenly decided to save some face for An Lin, so she fabricated an excuse.

Su Qianyun didn’t really care about all this anyway, and she nodded her head eagerly before dragging Xu Xiaolan to the hot spring.

…

Meanwhile, in the university detention room.

“Da Bai, this is such a nostalgic place. Back in the day, this was the place where we first met.” An Lin sighed with emotion.

“Indeed… Back then, you were still a pure and kindhearted boy who didn’t know how to play dirty tricks. Compared to your current sly and back-stabbing self, you were much more adorable back then,” Da Bai replied slowly with a resentful expression.

An Lin: “…”

An Lin knew that he had hurt Da Bai by selling him out. Thus, he offered some words of consolation. “Da Bai, we’re comrades-in-arms now, so we need to stick together. Let’s forget about all those unhappy things.”

“Heh… comrades-in-arms? I’m here for ten days! I don’t want to speak with a*sholes who are only here for five, woof!” Da Bai sneered.

An Lin: “…”

He assessed Da Bai’s injuries. He then smiled warmly as he brought out a spirit pill from his storage ring. “Da Bai, your injuries are quite severe. Here, have a regenerative spirit pill.”

Da Bai slapped An Lin’s hand away. “Piss off! I have my own spirit pills! I don’t need yours!”

He pulled some regenerative spirit pills out from his own storage ring and swallowed them as he spoke.

An Lin’s lips twitched at this sight. Weren’t these spirit pills given to Da Bai by him anyway? Why did he sound so justified calling these spirit pills his own?

He looked around at the inky walls of the detention room. Then, he shook his head with a light sigh before bringing out his frying pan.

Detention for five days would put a halt to his stuffed bun business.

The flavor-enhancement effect of the frying pan hadn’t been used yet today, and it would be a pity to let it go to waste.

Da Bai’s body trembled, and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of the frying pan.

“What should I cook…” An Lin muttered to himself.

“Cook beef fried rice! Use the veal from the Cow Demon King’s farm to cook fried rice! Woof!” Da Bai pounced on An Lin with excitement on his face.

An Lin: “… You’re not mad anymore?”

“I’ll resume my rage after I eat, woof!” Da Bai replied.

An Lin laughed scornfully. “Heh.”

Da Bai gritted his teeth as he stared at the frying pan in An Lin’s hands. “I’m not mad anymore. Big Brother An, how could I be mad at you? Woof!”

The reason why Da Bai had taken An Lin to enjoy the scenery was to ensure his quota of stuffed buns wouldn’t be diminished. At the same time, it was also to curry favor. After all, nothing good would come out of having a bad relationship with An Lin.

Besides, he was accustomed to An Lin being an a*shole anyway.

I guess I’ll forgive him for the sake of the frying pan…

An Lin smiled triumphantly. It was easy to subjugate his beast pets. All he had to do was to subjugate their stomachs first.

Thus, An Lin pulled some ingredients out from his storage ring and started cooking beef fried rice in the detention room.

…

Yang Xin was still on the night shift at the detention facility.

He had been feeling extremely tense and uneasy ever since he detained An Lin, as he always felt like An Lin was going to stir up some trouble.

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“Sigh… Hopefully, he can just settle down and nothing will happen…”

Yang Xin muttered to himself before picking up the chicken drumsticks on the table with a joyful smile.

These were the chicken drumsticks delivered to him by Goddess Qin Wen! As the old saying went, it was the thought that counted. Qin Wen wasn’t just delivering drumsticks to him; she was delivering a piece of her mind to him!

He caressed a succulent chicken drumstick before taking a bite with an expression of utmost enjoyment.

However, right at this moment, an inexplicably heavenly aroma suddenly wafted toward him.

“This smell… it smells so good!”

Yang Xin’s eyes widened, and he swallowed his overflowing saliva as he breathed in the alluring scent.

The two other enforcement team members were also looking around with shock written on their faces.

“My God, I’m getting goosebumps from this smell!”

“Where is it coming from? I suddenly feel so hungry…”

“Judging by the flow of the scent, I think it’s coming from the detention rooms.”

“Could it be…”

The two enforcement team members gulped in unison as they looked at each other.

“Chef God An Lin…” Yang Xin exclaimed in amazement as he breathed in as much of the scent as he could. “His reputation isn’t without its merit after all!”

“But I refuse to yield!” Yang Xin stared at the chicken drumstick in his hand before taking a big bite of it.

However, the chicken drumstick suddenly became bland and tasteless under the stark contrast.

“This… It’s so disgusting…” Yang Xin wore a bitter expression as he chewed on the chicken drumstick with great difficulty.

The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly came to a grinding halt outside the door.

Yang Xin raised his head, and his pupils contracted drastically as his mouth fell open. “Qin Wen, let me explain…”

A female in a blue dress stood just outside the door with a bag of spirit fruits in her hand. There was a pained expression on her face, and this soon transformed into a cold sneer. “Heh… I apologize for my disgusting chicken drumsticks. I shouldn’t have given you any food in the first place…”

The female instantly turned around and quickly walked off into the distance.

“Wait! Qin Wen, this is all just a misunderstanding!” Yang Xin yelled as he chased after her.

“Er, team leader, we’re still on our shift!” the two enforcement team members yelled after him.

However, Yang Xin completely ignored them and kept on running.

F*ck the shift! I’m about to lose my future Dao partner for God’s sake!

It’s An Lin again… It’s always An Lin… Why can’t he just leave me be?

Yang Xin cursed the male cooking in the detention room ten thousand times in his mind as he chased after Qin Wen.

Even his cooking skills are so good… How are others supposed to retain any self-esteem around him?!

The two remaining enforcement team members looked at each other before continuing to stand guard.

The scent from the beef fried rice constantly seduced their nostrils, and they had to continuously fight the waterfalls of drool churning in their mouths.

Exclamations like “so good” and “delicious” continued to sound from within the detention room.

The two enforcement team members both experienced an irresistible hunger and thirst… This was a feeling that no normal person could endure.

Are they f*cking cooking up drugs?! It’s got to be drugs, right?!

Thus, the two enforcement team members were forced to endure through an eternity of torture.

At some unknown time, Yang Xin had already quietly returned to his desk. His eyes were brimming with tears as he began gnawing at the chicken drumsticks, yet he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

The two enforcement team members had been feeling quite sorry for themselves. However, they suddenly felt much better after seeing Yang Xin.

Heh… it’s ok. Team leader looks like he’s having an even rougher time than us…

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