Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Bai Zhaoli, who is usually radiant, was now clenching her slender fingers slightly, with a hint of coyness in her expression.

Jiang Lang sensed something was wrong, and a hint of annoyance flashed across his brow: "Don't tell me you can use 'dating me' as a condition to get me to join you."

"You wish!"

Bai Zhaoli reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, but her tone quickly softened: "I'm not that shameless, and doing this to you would be disrespectful. What I mean is, I can help you get what you want."

Jiang Lang raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Bai Zhaoli parked the sports car in the parking space, then turned to the side, took a deep breath and said, "I heard from Xiao Kui that you haven't come to school these past few days. You must have been helping the group to get resources."

I don't know why you're so interested in a teaching position, but I can help you if you want it.

My dad won't interfere with my love life. You just need to pretend to date me, and I have other ways to help you get promoted to associate professor within three years. Going further won't be difficult either.

You don't need to do anything, just act out a scene with me on certain occasions.

It's not too late to quit once you get what you want.

Besides... I'm not bad myself, and I won't embarrass you.

Jiang Lang looked at her pouting face and thought to himself, "Not bad at all, he's practically the best of the best in this era. Who in the entire Yunjin would refuse to be Bai Heng's son-in-law, even if it's just in name?"

To be honest, Jiang Lang agreed with the idea that she was just acting; at least this girl wasn't so narcissistic as to think she was some rare gem.

Unfortunately, he only wanted to be promoted to associate professor at Xi'an University.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Zhaoli added, "I won't ask you to do anything excessive. I'll handle the assassination mission alone. You just need to provide rescue within your capabilities, just like last time. If the situation becomes too dangerous, I won't blame you if you give up."

Jiang Lang shook his head: "I refuse!"

Bai Zhaoli looked completely puzzled: "Why?"

Jiang Lang's gaze was calm: "I won't do anything meaningless."

"How can it be meaningless?"

Bai Zhaoli's eyes widened: "I only killed scourges. The fewer scourges there are in the world, the better..."

Jiang Lang waved his hand to interrupt: "You can't kill all the scourges. You kill one scourge, and another will take its place. This world can never be changed by a single assassin. What Mo Li can't do, Mo Li's copycat can't do either."

Bai Zhaoli was somewhat angry: "Who said that! Do you know how many people have imitated Mo Li since his death? He was a symbol, and if you can't have a symbol, you need someone to hold it up. What makes you say that..."

Jiang Lang countered, "Then do you know how many people Mo Li has killed? They could have shone brightly in their respective fields; any one of them would have been more valuable than Mo Li, but instead..."

"What does 'cause death' mean?"

Bai Zhaoli glared at him, her anger intensifying: "They died for righteousness, and they themselves wouldn't blame Mo Li, because the people who benefited from them wouldn't either. What makes you say they were killed by Mo Li?"

Jiang Lang turned his head, looked into her eyes, and calmly asked, "Is that so? If you are exposed, and your friends are dragged out one by one and executed in front of you, will you think they died for morality?"

I don't know who's behind you. Xiao Kui might be, and even if she isn't, there must be geniuses on the same level as her. Do you think their lives are worth more than an assassin's?

Can you imagine what it would feel like for Xiao Kui to die in front of you? Even before he died, he was telling you, "Sister, go quickly!"

Bai Zhaoli paused for a moment, then shuddered.

She remained silent for a long while before gritting her teeth and saying, "No, my dad..."

Jiang Lang interrupted again: "So, the right and wrong of something just depends on whether you have a good father?"

Bai Zhaoli's eyes reddened, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "I'm doing this precisely because my dad can back me up. If I can do this, why shouldn't I?"

Jiang Lang's tone remained calm: "I don't deny that resources should be fully utilized, but what makes you think that once everything is exposed, the General will still pamper you as before? Have you ever considered that the reason he treats you like a precious gem is precisely because you seem naive and inexperienced?"

"No! My dad is different from others. He really has ideals and ambitions! Even if he knows what I'm doing, he'll support me in his heart, he just can't admit it because of his status!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then why are there members of the Central Army among the troops besieging Mo Li?"

"My dad said they were just going through the motions without putting in any real effort."

"Does simply going to work absolve one of guilt? He went to work in the massacre of Mo Li, and he can escape unscathed just because he copied Mo Li?"

"When that day comes, I will erase all traces of myself and not make things difficult for him. He will protect my friend."

"I think that if that day ever comes, the General will sell out all the unrelated people to preserve your and the Zongxi's reputation."

Jiang Lang's laughter was somewhat mocking: "Besides, I don't think the military commander could betray his class."

Bai Zhaoli was furious: "I won't allow you to slander my father!"

Jiang Lang looked at her calmly: "I'm just advising you not to pay a completely unequal price because of a moment of anger."

"get off!"

"..."

"I told you to get off the bus!"

Bai Zhaoli gripped the steering wheel tightly: "A person who is both cowardly and likes to make excuses doesn't deserve to be my friend. I won't invite you again in the future."

Jiang Lang remained silent for a moment, then let out a soft breath: "Okay!"

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, and soon heard a roaring sound.

The pink sports car sped away, its exhaust fumes sounding like the roar of youth.

The sports car quickly disappeared from sight, but Jiang Lang took a long time to come to his senses. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Only twenty-three years old, why do I look like a little old man?"

He shook his head and walked towards the elevator.

A few days later, he returned to the sixth floor, intending to lie down on the sofa in Su Yunchang's office.

As soon as I passed by the teaching and research office, I felt something was wrong.

He leaned forward and asked, "Old Zhou, shouldn't you be in the radiation chamber or training room at this time? Why is Xiao Kui giving a lecture?"

Ghost Eyes was incredibly annoyed: "We've run out of fuel, what's the point of radiation now! Old Su's high-end machine is like a damn fuel guzzler, it's already run out of fuel before Wu Lie even broke through to the 10th Star Dome."

Jiang Lang: "..."

He was also a bit confused. He only knew that this model of radiation chamber had the least clutter and was very useful for adapting the body to specific wavelengths of radiation, but he hadn't paid attention to the issue of consumption.

After all, those are things that a crazy woman needs to consider.

Unexpectedly, the consumption was so high.

The radiation chamber is unusable, and there's no need to continue the training to consolidate the star's reserves; it seems we can only learn theoretical knowledge.

Xu Yanzhi scratched his head, somewhat annoyed: "Senior brother, I have some money here, how about we take them outside for some radiation?"

"Radiation my ass!"

Ghost Eye couldn't help but curse, "Martial arts students are scanned for energy when entering and leaving the school. If an abnormal increase is detected, they'll be detained and thoroughly investigated on the spot. They're looking at the results of each research group; how could they allow you to cheat?"

Xu Yanzhi said helplessly, "Fine!"

Ghost Eyes looked at Jiang Lang: "Did you get the resources?"

Jiang Lang grinned: "Wait a few more days."

"Hold!"

Ghost Eyes snapped, "How can you be so useless? You tricked me into coming here to be a cook, and you didn't even prepare rice for me?"

Jiang Lang chuckled and put his arm around his shoulder: "Don't worry! I'll definitely get you a piece of my mind before the martial arts competition."

Ghost Eyes' resentment subsided slightly: "You better be right! Since you tricked all these people into coming here, you have to keep your promises. If you let your own martial arts students starve to death, you'll truly go down in the school's history."

"How could they starve to death? Aren't there student grants?"

"Help my ass! The rules have changed. Only the top ten in the martial arts competition can apply. Wu Lie can't even reach the 10-star level, how is he supposed to compete for the top ten?"

"Hold!"

Jiang Lang couldn't hold back any longer: "Isn't this just relying on past glories? When were the rules changed? How come I didn't know?"

Wu Lie cursed and said, "We heard that Hu Bingtian colluded with a few scoundrels to get the board of directors to change it. I figured getting angry wouldn't do any good, so I didn't tell you and decided not to bother you with your business."

Jiang Lang patted him on the shoulder: "Don't panic, I'll definitely get it for you! If you really can't, I'll make it up to you."

"Screw it! The school monitors students' accounts and strictly prohibits research groups from making private subsidies."

"Why is that?"

"I'm afraid they'll become too complacent and won't fight hard during the competition."

"..."

"Did you come back for something?"

Ghost Eyes' eyebrows were twisted into a pretzel.

Jiang Lang shrugged: "I only came back because I had nothing else to do."

Ghost Eyes pushed him out of the research room: "If you have nothing to do, go to the fourth floor and curse Hu Lintian. Don't come back until you get the resources, or I'm afraid I won't be able to resist having sex with you!"

Jiang Lang: "..."

It's clear this guy is devastated.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to speak, it would be like laying eggs.

He took out his phone and checked the date.

Time, you're so busy!

How about... we do it earlier?