While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

I was so stupid, really.

Tianyan felt that he must have owed this bottle of pink liquid something in his past life.

Since agreeing to cooperate with Senior Sister Mingming and letting her take over the "business", his life has changed from "high school student sorcerer" to "high school student sorcerer and 24-hour non-stop potion-making machine".

At first, he found it quite novel.

After all, refining medicine consumes incantation power, and once the incantation power is consumed, it needs to be replenished. The process of replenishment is the process of circulating the Burning Technique. And every time the Burning Technique is circulated, the pool of purple-gold liquid incantation power in the dantian will expand a little bit.

Alchemy is equivalent to cultivation.

Tianyan thought this was an absolutely ingenious design. You could become stronger while lying down. What could be more enjoyable than that?

But the problem is...

Between "lying down" and "refining medicine" lies a frying pan and a pile of medicinal herbs.

He has been practicing for several days now, spending his days either refining medicine or on his way to replenish medicinal materials.

"Tianyan-kun, another order has arrived~"

When Senior Sister Mingming's very "majestic" voice came from the phone, Tianyan was lying on the lab table, his face pressed against the cold surface, like a dried-out salted fish.

He didn't even want to lift his head; he simply moved his fingers and swiped his phone to speakerphone.

"Who is it this time?"

"The director of a general hospital in Tokyo called personally to request a supply of the drug, saying that with it, they could save at least a thousand more lives each year!"

"And what's more! They're willing to pay that amount!"

Mingming announced a number in a joyful voice.

Tianyan remained silent for three seconds.

"......OK."

He climbed up from the lab table, rubbed his sore eyes, and reached for the bag of newly bought medicinal herbs.

The frying pan is still on the stove, the bottom of which still retains the heat from the previous batch.

Flames surged from the palm of the hand, the medicinal herbs were put into the pot, separated, and bottled.

The process is so smooth and seamless that you could do it with your eyes closed.

In fact, he did have his eyes closed just now.

After refining the medicine, he put the freshly made pure healing medicine into a box, labeled it, placed it in the "pending pickup" basket by the door, and then handed it over to the person arranged by Mingming for delivery.

Then he returned to the lab bench, ready to prepare the next batch.

"bite."

The phone rang again.

Tianyan glanced at the screen; it was a message from Mingming.

It's a long list of tasks.

This was followed by a "knife-playing" emoji.

Tianyan stared at that expression for two seconds, then flipped his phone face down on the table without any expression.

I was so stupid, really!

......

When he finally finished refining the last batch of medicine and came out of the laboratory, it was already completely dark outside.

The campus of the vocational college was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects could be heard. The dim light of the streetlights cast long shadows on the stone pavement.

He carried the heavy ruler on his back and dragged his tired body back to the dormitory.

He's gotten used to carrying this weapon wherever he goes, and wearing it speeds up his cultivation, killing two birds with one stone.

The power of the spell is almost exhausted.

But the purplish-gold lake in his dantian had indeed expanded another size.

Alchemy is equivalent to cultivation.

He silently repeated the phrase to himself, trying to use the thought to counteract his physical exhaustion.

As for the effect...

better than nothing.

Only one thought echoed in his mind: Wasn't he the young master of a Zen family? Why did he feel like he had returned to the life of a beast of burden from his previous life?!

Something's not right! Something's nine out of ten wrong!

Back in his dorm, he leaned the heavy ruler against the entrance, changed his shoes, washed up, and then collapsed onto his bed.

They weren't even covered with a blanket.

He lay there, face buried in the pillow, his consciousness slowly sinking.

......

I don't know how much time has passed.

Tianyan heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Three tones, neither too loud nor too soft, with a very steady rhythm.

His consciousness struggled to rise from his deep sleep, as if someone were pulling him up from deep water, each inch of ascent requiring immense effort.

"Knock knock knock".

Three more sounds.

Tianyan's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them.

He didn't want to move.

He didn't even want to open his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination!

But the knocking continued.

"Knock knock knock".

This time it was a bit more urgent than the previous two times.

Tianyan groped his way to sit up, his head was fuzzy, his eyes were half-closed, and he was in a state of confusion where his body was awake but his soul was still in bed.

"They're here..."

Just as he was about to move toward the door at a sleepwalking pace, a deep male voice came from the other side of the door.

"President, please wait a moment, let me open the door."

His tone was calm, as if this was simply his duty.

Tianyan's brain responded in a semi-automatic manner.

"Thank you, thank you for your trouble, Mingming Academy..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

'......etc.'

His mouth stopped there, and the last thread of clarity in his brain suddenly tightened.

the man.

It was a man's voice.

Tianyan slowly opened his eyes.

Open your eyes fully.

He looked toward the doorway.

Gojo Satoru stood there, one hand in his pocket, looking serene and content, while his other hand casually held the doorknob. He even politely tilted his head slightly at him, his white spiky hair looking quite spirited.

Good morning, president.

Tianyan looked at him silently.

Gojo Satoru smiled politely, his sunglasses nowhere to be seen, his blank eyes staring straight at him, his smile carrying a sense of confidence that "the door will open."

Just as Tianyan was processing the information in front of him, a tray suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

A white porcelain plate held a glass of milk and two thick slices of bread, arranged so neatly it resembled the room service at a five-star hotel.

"Breakfast is ready, President. Please enjoy."

It was another male voice. Unlike Gojo Satoru's frivolousness, this voice was more composed, carrying a hint of calmness and politeness, with just the right amount of magnetism.

Tianyan subconsciously reached out and took the plate, which was neatly arranged with several slices of toast, a small dish of butter, and a cup of steaming milk.

"Thank you, you've worked hard..."

The owner of the plate had an upright posture, with his black, medium-length hair tied in a bun, a long fringe hanging down, and a gentle smile on his face.

Her eyes curved into an arc, her smile gentle, as if she genuinely found serving Tianyan breakfast a pleasant experience.

Tianyan held the plate and stared at Xia Youjie for two seconds.

He then turned to look at Gojo Satoru.

His brain began to painstakingly piece together: How did these two people end up in my dorm room?

"Hmm~"

A nasal sound came from the side, carrying an undisguised tone of commentary.

Tianyan looked to his right.

Shoko Ieiri, arms crossed, leaned against the wall, wearing Satoru Gojo's sunglasses, and nodded with satisfaction, adopting the posture of an executive inspecting his subordinates' work.

"The two new members are performing very well!"

Her tone was calm and composed, and she seemed to be imitating the tone of a senior executive in a TV workplace drama.

"We must serve the company president well!"

She continued in a didactic tone, lightly tapping her arm with her long, slender fingers: "That's how you get a promotion and a raise sooner!"

"Okay, understood, Vice President!"

Wu Tiao Wu and Xia Youjie turned around almost at the same time, nodded with near-perfect synchronization, and answered crisply and clearly, as if they had rehearsed carefully.

Tianyan: What's going on?