The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 300 (Patreon)

Chapter 300

Qi Yang, who was talking to Ling Chunann, suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver, remarking, "It seems like the weather is getting colder."

Ling Chunann seemed to sense something and glared at Han Fenglian.

Finally noticing him, Han Fenglian's mood instantly improved, but then he felt somewhat aggrieved. His darling was glaring at him because of another man, which immediately soured his impression of Qi Yang.

Qi Yang was indeed talking to Ling Chunann just now, but Ling Chunann didn't pay him any attention. Han Fenglian couldn't fathom where he got the idea that Ling Chunann was laughing and talking with him. If 098 had to explain, it could only say, "A jealous man is beyond reason."

Soon, the second consecutive class began. Han Fenglian did not show any particular hostility towards Qi Yang and Xia Lingyan, simply picking them to answer a question. Naturally, neither of them could answer, resulting in an awkward moment.

Since Han Fenglian entered the classroom, Chen Yue had been mumbling strangely for a few sentences and then fell silent, not paying him any extra attention.

Regarding the childish behavior of men, Ling Chunann made no comment. After class, as he was about to leave, he was suddenly called, "Mr. Cangyu, please come to my office."

Qi Yang looked at Han Fenglian and couldn't help worrying, "Cangyu, what does Mr. Han want with you?"

"I don't know," Ling Chunann replied, holding his books. "You guys go ahead." Then he followed Han Fenglian out of the classroom.

Chen Yue didn't say a word, seemingly pondering something. Xia Lingyan also frowned, watching Ling Chunann follow Han Fenglian out, ultimately remaining silent.

After Ling Chunann and Han Fenglian had left, Chen Yue was still puzzled, "Something’s not right."

"What’s not right?" Qi Yang, whose senses had become sharper due to his cultivation of Taoist skills, asked.

"Ah," Chen Yue was startled, "Nothing, nothing. I just feel like Mr. Han seems quite familiar with Mr. Cangyu today."

"Did Cangyu offend Mr. Han earlier? I think Mr. Han seems a bit scary," Xia Lingyan also remarked.

"Mr. Han is a teacher, though he looks a bit stern, he surely won’t do anything to a student," Qi Yang was more optimistic.

But now, the male lead, who was being evaluated by Qi Yang as surely not doing anything to students, was pressing the student who had followed him into the office against the door for a kiss.

Three minutes later, Ling Chunann pushed away the increasingly bold lecher, handed over the textbook, straightened his glasses that had slipped on his face, and sat down behind the desk in the office, "How did you become a teacher?"

It was a standard single-person teacher’s office with just a desk, a computer, and a chair. Ling Chunann now occupied the only chair, and Han Fenglian approached with Ling Chunann's book in his arms, "I can't stop worrying about my darling, so I came to check on you. The history teacher had something urgent and couldn’t give the lecture, so I'm substituting for a while. Don't you like seeing me often?"

"Oh?" Watching Ling Chunann’s suspicious expression, Han Fenglian's expression became even more sincere.

"I'm hungry," Ling Chunann said.

Knowing he had passed the test, Han Fenglian immediately smiled broadly, starting to unbutton his shirt, "Where does my darling want to eat today?"

By the security stairwell at the end of the office corridor, three people were quietly peeking into the furthest office.

"It’s been half an hour, why hasn’t Mr. Cangyu come out yet?"

"Could they have already left?"

"I don’t think so, that’s Mr. Han’s office right there. We didn’t see anyone come out; shall we knock on the door and see?"

These three were Chen Yue, Qi Yang, and Xia Lingyan. Qi Yang and Xia Lingyan, who had been targeted in the first class, were somewhat fearful of Han Fenglian. Thus, they were a bit worried about Ling Chunann, the new student. Chen Yue, as a transmigrator, had no memory of Han Fenglian in the book, so she was quite curious about him, which led to this scene.

Qi Yang nudged Chen Yue's shoulder, "Xiao Yue, why don't you knock on the door?"

Chen Yue rolled her eyes, "I don't want to. You suggested it, so you go. Besides, you're a boy, are you scared of Mr. Han?"

He wasn't afraid of zombies or ghosts, how could he be afraid of Mr. Han? Thinking of the ghost he had successfully exorcised a few days ago, Qi Yang gathered

 his courage, "Then I'll go knock."

"Wait," Xia Lingyan stopped Qi Yang. "Do you feel like Mr. Han doesn’t seem to like us?"

"Not really, isn't he cold to everyone?" Qi Yang touched his nose, concealing the fleeting brilliance in his eyes.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it," Xia Lingyan pursed her lips. "You go knock."

Xia Lingyan's interruption somewhat deflated Qi Yang's gathered momentum, but he still straightened his back and walked towards the office that belonged to the history professor.

Looking back at the two girls watching him from the corner, Qi Yang resignedly curled his fingers, "Knock, knock, knock."

The polite knocking sound was neither too light nor too heavy.

Half a minute later, the door opened, and Han Fenglian's expressionless face appeared behind it, "Qi Yang, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, Mr. Han. I just wanted to ask if Mr. Cangyu is still with you?" Qi Yang asked.

"He just left," Han Fenglian answered. "Is there anything else?"

Left? Qi Yang was puzzled. The door was only half-open, and with Han Fenglian's tall figure standing in the middle, Qi Yang couldn't see if there was anyone else inside. He listened for a bit and, hearing only Han Fenglian's breathing and heartbeat, confirmed no one else was there. Qi Yang smiled at Han Fenglian, "No, nothing else. Thank you, Mr. Han."

"Mm," Han Fenglian coldly replied, then closed the door.

Listening to the footsteps fading outside, Ling Chunann buttoned the last button, glaring at the man showing regret in his eyes, and said deliberately, "Mr. Han, it's time to dismiss the class."

Han Fenglian looked pitifully at the part of himself he had hidden with an illusion, and made a mental note of the troublemaker.

Just as Qi Yang walked out of the office building, he sneezed three times and shivered, odd, it was still September and not cold.

Han Fenglian's office scene failed to initiate, but he grew fond of the title "Mr. Han," especially keen to hear Ling Chunann call him that during their physical activities, the rising tone always made him tingle with delight.

As for his own little lover and food source's small hobbies, Ling Chunann usually didn't refuse, especially since he enjoyed it himself, so he didn't bother to intervene.

Although Han Fenglian had become Ling Chunann's history teacher, the archaeology department's history class was only twice a week, so Han Fenglian's time at school wasn't extensive, but even so, he spared no effort in finding faults with Xia Lingyan and Qi Yang, causing the two to shiver whenever they saw him.

However, Chen Yue seemed to have attributed him to her own butterfly effect and no longer showed that contemplative look.

"Cangyu, today is Yanyan's birthday, she asked me to see if you're free tonight? She's inviting us to dinner," Chen Yue stopped Ling Chunann after school on Friday.

Chen Yue really didn't want to be Xia Lingyan's messenger, nor did she want Xia Lingyan and Ling Chunann to have any contact. She had done her best to prevent it this half-semester, but the results seemed not very effective. Although Ling Chunann now often responded to her, and there wasn't much interaction with Xia Lingyan, it was clear to anyone that Ling Chunann paid unusual attention to Xia Lingyan, and today Xia Lingyan had invited the entire class, so naturally, she couldn't fail to notify Ling Chunann.

"Okay." Just like in the script, Ling Chunann thought for a moment and nodded his agreement, "Send me the address by text, I’ll be there on time."

Watching Ling Chunann's departing figure, Chen Yue opened her mouth, then closed it, edited the dinner address and time, and sent it to Ling Chunann, then quietly packed up her things and left the classroom.

098: "Host, that Chen Yue is a bit strange."

"Is she?" Ling Chunann countered.

"I can't quite tell where specifically, but I still suggest the host be cautious." In the original text, the Zombie King's identity is exposed tonight, then he is pursued by the entire Taoist community.

Although it seems the plot has changed from the original text, it's still better to be careful, "Host, I still suggest you not attend tonight's dinner." The adults are not home tonight, what if something happens to the host?

Although suggesting this, 098 knew Ling Chunann probably wouldn't listen to it. The host had plenty of ideas, and if its suggestion was accepted even once out of ten times, it would be grateful.

However, 098 didn't expect that this time it would be the one to overturn its own proposal, "Host, I've detected the presence

 of a missioner. Missioner identity: Xu Lingyang, Xia Lingyan's cousin, the next family head of the Southern City Xia family, currently on his way to the North City, 100 li away, expected to arrive in twenty minutes, according to the plot, he should be attending Xia Lingyan's birthday party... I suggest the host attend the birthday party."

"Mm, got it." Ling Chunann did not comment on 098's inconsistency.

"Host, what are you thinking?" 098 asked.

"I'm thinking, how many missioners are there in this world."

For 098, accustomed to encountering various bug-filled worlds with its host, hearing the word "several" still gave it a bit of a shock. Generally, encountering one missioner in a top-tier world was frightening enough, and now Ling Chunann was describing several.

No longer paying attention to its little system that was shocked, Ling Chunann quickly returned home, changed his clothes, tousled his hair to cover half his face, put on his black-framed glasses, checked the time, and then found the bus card Han Fenglian had gotten for him a long time ago, and casually left the house.

Ling Chunann didn't take the elevator downstairs; instead, he went up to the rooftop, leaped onto another building, and swiftly headed towards the old town area.

Three minutes later, Ling Chunann stopped on the balcony of a six-story building in an old-style neighborhood, expertly opened the balcony door, entered the living room, and then exited through the front door.

"Host, the missioner is now 500 meters from your current location."

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