"The Grey Mist won’t work..." Mao Feiyang quickly waved his hands, "Those of us in the know, know how terrifying ’Grey Mist’ can be. For others, it might not be as menacing as an earthquake."
"An earthquake won’t cut it. There’s no damn earthquake here." Mu Daxian shook his head.
"But the vibration last night..." Mao Feiyang murmured quietly.
Mu Daxian said, "That’s something only those staying here would feel. I want them to leave. By the time they feel the vibrations, it’ll be too late. Let me think of something else... I got it!"
He directly altered the character "Grey," changing it into a slightly twisted "Storm," and then continued writing:
[A storm is coming, and everyone staying in the classroom will die!]
[Leave the School Building Area and enter the Dormitory Area before it rains!]
[Run for your lives!!!]
After writing the last three exclamation marks, he clapped his hands and couldn’t help but remark that it was a damn good example of coming full circle.
Mao Feiyang silently looked at the phrase "Run for your lives!!!" which had the same number of exclamation points as the font size, and thought to himself, Brother Xian, you must have a misunderstanding of what ’coming full circle’ means.
After finishing his writing, Mu Daxian left the podium and dashed straight to the back of the lecture room where the desks were.
He glanced at a label on the desk that read [Except for Art Students, other students are prohibited from reading at the desks.] then simply walked away towards the group of bookshelves behind.
Mao Feiyang closely followed him.
A few minutes later, Mao Feiyang’s expression gradually became bizarre.
"Brother Xian, why are you... only flipping through erotic comics?"
"Oh? Erotic comics, you say? I hadn’t noticed." Mu Daxian responded as he put back a book titled "Empress XX Erotic Chronicles" on the shelf, and picked up another, still an erotic comic...
This went on, and Mu Daxian browsed through about ten erotic comics, some of which Wei Liang had previously picked for Lin Yi, but he hadn’t finished them all.
"What you see is only what you see." Mu Daxian put the last erotic comic back on the shelf, then left the bookshelf area.
"Huh? Are those not erotic comics then?" Mao Feiyang was utterly confused.
"Erotic comics are just the surface." Mu Daxian explained as they walked, "Here, due to the difference in time, it’s very difficult for units with different identities to freely exchange information."
"It’s like when there’s an issue with the cafeteria’s chef, you have to rely on the help of the Experience Student to alert the class teacher in advance to prevent being unwittingly ensnared," he added.
Mao Feiyang was still puzzled: "But what do these erotic comics have to do with anything? Is someone writing on them? But I clearly can’t see anything?"
"Your perception is quite good, but your action does not match your perception." Mu Daxian criticized, "This is a method of information exchange that has been passed down from generations of struggle."
"By using supernatural power, specific messages we want to convey are embedded in the erotic comics, similar to..."
"Like a dog marking its territory by peeing?" Mao Feiyang blurted out, his passive skill in action, darkening Mu Daxian’s expression instantly.
"Damn it, who are you calling a dog pissing?" Mu Daxian’s temples bulged with veins, almost wishing he could punch this guy twice to teach him the consequences of speaking without restraint.
Mao Feiyang shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more.
Mu Daxian took a deep breath and continued: "But the principle is pretty much that, however, these ’breaths’ fade over time, just like chat records... so browsing through erotic comics is sometimes like opening a mystery box."
"Only those erotic comics with a stronger ’scent’ have fresher information... but it’s limited freshness, still better than nothing."
Mao Feiyang pondered, then said, "So going by what you’re saying, the information in erotic comics is very limited, more like a pile of... newspapers rather than ’live news.’"
"That makes more sense." Mu Daxian nodded, "Let’s go, there isn’t much information here... seems the Grey Mist Invasion indeed has a substantial impact, even affecting the operation of the Library to some extent."
"Library...?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback.
"Who else do you think distributes books?" Mu Daxian scoffed, "The black apron chefs certainly don’t care about this sophisticated stuff."
As they talked, he had already led Mao Feiyang back to the podium, glanced at the writing on the blackboard again, and then walked out of the room with Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang thought they would sit down and rest and just wait until midnight to leave for the elevator, but it seemed Mu Daxian had other plans.
"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, are we just leaving ?"
"We... aren’t staying in the classroom? Didn’t you say before..."
Mu Daxian denied it, "I did say before that, for you, the best solution is to study here in the evening and then sneak out to take the elevator just before midnight."
"Yeah, yeah!" Mao Feiyang nodded.
Mu Daxian said seriously, "But I said, that’s ’for you.’
"The best solution ’for you’ could be a disaster for others," Mu Daxian explained.
Mu Daxian made a comparison, "Throwing a soon-to-explode bomb out of your hands is certainly the best solution for you, but for the group that gets hit by the bomb, it’s a disaster."
Mao Feiyang thought for a moment and looked around, "But there seems to be no crowd here..."
"Not now, but what about when they return to the classroom after dinner?" Mu Daxian said straightforwardly.
Mao Feiyang was momentarily speechless, pursed his lips, then said, "It’s just... Brother Xian, I don’t quite get it, am I that dangerous?"