Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2642: Chapter 2637: Eight Evil Women (13)

It makes sense; drinking at this hour is indeed a bit early.

Wen Li directly refused the prisoner a drink, which wasn’t unexpected for Fu Qian.

We had just analyzed the risks of silencing someone, let alone such a blatant scenario.

Asking the prisoner to drink a suspicious, unidentified beverage in this situation?

This isn’t the way to tempt fate.

What amazed Fu Qian was that Miss Wen, even in refusal, was so tactful, still finding a reason.

Her lack of opinion earlier likely intended to encourage some appreciation for self-preservation.

Alas, this courtesy of saving face for the prisoner was certainly unappreciated.

”Indeed, it’s still somewhat bright.”

At this moment, as Fu Qian’s confiscated wine glass was placed back on the table, he chose to vent his frustration in the classic manner.

”What’s going on? Wasn’t it said that night would fall soon?”

He frowned at Professor Lisa, immediately voicing dissatisfaction with her schedule.

”It should be soon...”

No matter what, it was indeed she who mentioned night falling.

Though feeling somewhat wronged, Lisa’s voice involuntarily dropped under the stern questioning.

”It should—”

Yet Fu Qian wasn’t so easily pacified; repeating her words at that moment, he almost sneered.

”Is this how you usually conclude? Do you rely on ’should’ to handle everything? What if it turns out it shouldn’t be?”

...

Isn’t this scenario a bit off? Is it really this overt?

The power of three rhetorical questions is formidable; even Professor Lisa, who has been steeped in academia for years, found herself struggling under the onslaught, her face quickly turning grim.

Yet, the biggest reaction wasn’t even from her; the few who had a shared ride with Fu Qian also seemed affected by this conversation.

Different positions and hidden agendas naturally weren’t an issue, but in this context, the most clearly positioned person was undoubtedly the prisoner.

No one likes to be restrained; you should want to find a way to escape, right?

And then this group, ostensibly here to assist in your escape, should at least help disguise intentions, no matter how bold their style might be.

Yet they launch into reprimands without a word, even escalating to philosophical heights?

As non-academic personnel, this group seemed somewhat shocked, feeling the weight of knowledge—whoa!

And amidst this shock, crimson suddenly flashed, the candlelight casting an ominous red around before continuing to splatter.

This...

The situation took a sharp turn, and more than one person let out a soft gasp, quickly retreating without any intention of aiding Fu Qian at the center of the crimson splash.

The reason was simple: on one hand, he wasn’t particularly well-liked, and on the other, the crimson was accompanied by the smell of wine.

Indeed, someone had made a sudden move, targeting a notorious academic leader.

Only, the crimson wasn’t from a wound but from a half glass of fine red wine splattering over, soaking half his face.

”Is this your attitude?”

Though the victim wiped his face with a sneer, he still seemed unwilling to let it go.

”Do you think raising a glass will settle this?”

...

That doesn’t sound entirely wrong.

The one who splashed the wine was, of course, Professor Lisa. Faced with Fu Qian’s aggressive stance, this time she didn’t hide her feelings like she did at the Academy, but boldly expressed herself by dousing her leader with wine.

Just from the motion of splashing the wine, one could sense the satisfaction in it.

Her aim was so precise, not directly head-on but at an angle, sparing the seated Wen Li beside him.

They say details reveal character; this precision even earned some repayment.

Having not been splashed, Wen Li chose to watch coldly, allowing the academic tyrant to be humiliated.

Yet, there’s a reason for being a tyrant; despite the wine-soaked face, Professor Fu’s quest for truth was undeterred, caring even less than Wen Li about this slight offense.

”Either let it turn dark now or find a way to explain why it hasn’t; otherwise—”

Seeing Lisa losing momentum, speechless with the wine cup in hand, Fu Qian pointed outside, indicating that the old professor wasn’t buying it and wouldn’t let it go without an explanation.

But before he could state the consequences, the light abruptly dimmed.

As if responding to his words, the already overcast sky suddenly dropped in visibility, making it difficult to see outside in the blink of an eye.

Is this really happening?

Undoubtedly, this was the darkness Professor Lisa mentioned, leaving even Fu Qian clucking his tongue in wonder.

Of course, it wasn’t his doing; his current condition wasn’t compatible with grand manipulations.

One could only say that Professor Lisa seemed to have some silly luck, managing to get through this meeting in such a manner.

”...I only said it was possible.”

Even briefly stunned, she regained her posture.

Casually placing the wine cup back down, Lisa sat back down with a sneer, emphasizing that she never claimed it would definitely turn dark.

”Would you like to go outside and check if there’s really a turbulence?”

...

Honestly, he was quite interested, but as mentioned earlier, wrapped up in trivialities, reaching his position left little room for exploration.

Lisa’s words, of course, were sarcastic; unbeknownst to her, the academic leader never cared for such petty disputes. At that moment, Fu Qian merely glanced at the chain on his hand, sighing inwardly.

True academic work entails exploring both the world and oneself.

So far into this task, there’s ample evidence that this place is structured around himself as a peculiar space.

Having the opportunity to explore its mechanisms, feel its elements, would be delightful for Fu Qian.

Alas, constrained by a weak body and limited freedom, seeking Miss Wen’s help in untying his bindings seems unlikely.

”Let’s wait for an opportunity.”

With a soft sigh, Fu Qian sat back in his chair in a somewhat wistful manner, turning to glance at Wen Li.

The latter showed no expression, nor any hint of sympathy, confirming no intention to engage.

”Seems like you arrived here the earliest?”

Without insisting, Fu Qian casually chatted with Lisa, referring to her earlier statement.

It seemed hardly credible, yet the mere description of pouring wine suggested that Lisa originally did not arrive with the other two.

”Not much earlier, as I haven’t been here too long either.”

As they say, two wrongs make a right; after a haphazard exchange, the atmosphere mysteriously normalized somewhat.

Lisa frowned, answering while watching Fu Qian take the cup of wine from Wen Li and sip from it.