We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Inside the lecture hall, the ceiling fans were whirring.

The blackboard was covered with densely packed formulas for advanced mathematics and calculus.

Teacher Wang, known as "Extinction Master," was lecturing on the podium with spittle flying everywhere.

Anyone who dares to daydream in her class will be accurately hit on the head with a piece of chalk, and their grades will be reset to zero.

But today, it's the last row by the window.

Lin Ye placed the red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag under his feet, then lay face down on the table and fell fast asleep.

You can even hear soft snoring.

Teacher Wang, standing on the podium, glanced at that corner several times, his facial muscles twitching wildly, but he pretended not to see anything and continued lecturing.

Last night I went to international waters to earn some extra money, killed dozens of heavily armed mercenaries, and then sped along on a cruise ship.

He's human too; of course he needs to catch up on sleep after working non-stop.

Just as Lin Ye was drifting off to sleep...

My spare folding phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating violently.

Lin Ye, extremely annoyed, pulled out his phone and, without even opening his eyes, pressed the fingerprint unlock button.

A red, bold text message from Zhao Jianguo popped up on the screen.

"Mr. Lin! It's extremely urgent!"

"The National Security Bureau's customs defenses have just been breached; three extremely dangerous Western superhumans have illegally entered the country!"

"These three belong to the 'Holy Alliance,' a top-tier European underground organization, and the leader is Hughes, an S-class psychic assassin!"

"The technical department has tracked their signal source and is moving at full speed towards Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences. Their target is very likely you!"

"Please be careful, the SWAT team will arrive in ten minutes!"

Lin Ye squinted as he read through the long passage.

All I felt was the noise.

He typed a few words on the screen with one hand and replied.

"I'm in class, don't make noise. I don't have time to work overtime."

Click send.

Then, with practiced ease, he switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode, shoved it into his desk drawer, and changed his position to continue lying down.

National Security Bureau Headquarters Monitoring Center.

Zhao Jianguo stared blankly at the message Lin Ye had sent back on the big screen.

"Chief, Mr. Lin, this..." The technician next to him swallowed hard. "Those people from the Holy Alliance are notorious lunatics, and their psychic abilities are impossible to defend against. Mr. Lin didn't even make any preparations?"

Zhao Jianguo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Prepare my ass! Hurry up and tell the SWAT team to hurry up! If we're late, we won't even be able to clean up the floor!"

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, Third Teaching Building.

Lin Ye had only closed his eyes for less than two minutes.

boom!

The front door of the lecture hall was pushed open forcefully from the outside.

The head of the teaching department walked in with a big smile on his face, followed by three tall Westerners.

The students who were quietly listening to the lesson were all startled.

Teacher Wang put down the chalk, frowned, and looked at the head of the teaching department.

"Teacher Wang, please stop for a moment." The dean of students clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet. "Today, our school has welcomed a group of exchange scholars from top European universities."

"These three are specially invited foreign teachers who have come to our school for a week-long academic exchange."

Leading the way was a white man dressed in an elegant tailcoat, toying with a silver coin in his hand.

It was Hughes, one of the top three superhuman assassins in the Holy Alliance.

Two burly men, one tall and one short, followed behind him.

The tall man had a red mohawk and exuded an extremely hot aura.

The short, skinny boy was like a bamboo pole, and his eyes swept around the classroom like a venomous snake.

The moment Hughes entered the classroom, he didn't even look at the teacher on the podium; instead, he looked directly past the rows of seats.

They precisely locked onto the back of the person sleeping face down in the last row.

"Found it," Hughes said in a barely audible English voice.

He strode forward and walked directly to the podium.

They completely ignored Teacher Wang, whose face looked grim.

Hughes turned around, looked at the hundreds of Chinese students below the stage, and suddenly spoke in extremely fluent Chinese.

"Is this what a university classroom in China looks like?"

Hughes shook his head, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

"In Europe, students can argue all night long about an academic issue. But here, all I see is a flock of sheep with no thirst for knowledge."

"Some people even sleep in class."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire lecture hall erupted in chaos.

Several hot-tempered boys in the front row stood up.

"What do you mean? Are you here to exchange academic ideas or to cause trouble?"

"Don't think you can insult people just because you're a foreign teacher!"

The head of student affairs was terrified and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Students, calm down! Professor Hughes is just very particular about classroom discipline..."

Hughes completely ignored the headmaster.

He picked up the blackboard eraser and roughly wiped away all the calculus formulas that Teacher Wang had written for half a lesson.

Then he picked up a piece of chalk, turned around, and started writing quickly on the blackboard.

A long string of extremely complex mathematical symbols and equations appeared on the blackboard.

The students in the audience were stunned.

Even the top students in the mathematics department who consistently win national awards are completely baffled by the symbols on that blackboard.

"This is the 'Kalman nonlinear topological equation' that was just proposed by the European mathematics community."

Hughes threw away the chalk and dusted off his hands.

"Since you think my assessment is biased, that's simple."

Hughes pointed to the blackboard.

"If any one of you can solve this problem, even the first step, I will immediately apologize to you all in public."

"If not," Hughes raised an eyebrow, "then it proves I was right earlier, your academic level is utter garbage."

The audience was silent.

Everyone stared intently at the blackboard, sweating profusely, but they had no idea where to begin.

Teacher Wang stood aside, trembling with anger.

This question is completely beyond the comprehension of undergraduates; these foreigners are clearly here to cause trouble.

Seeing the Chinese students' embarrassed expressions, Hughes' two companions behind him burst into undisguised laughter.

Hughes enjoyed the feeling of trampling people under his feet.

He stretched out his finger, across hundreds of seats, and pointed straight to the last row of window seats.

"Since everyone is so humble..."

Hughes raised his voice.

"Why don't we let the student who's been sleeping all the time come up and give it a try?"

"He's sleeping so soundly, he must have already solved the problem in his dream, right?"

All eyes instantly followed Hughes's finger and focused on the back row of the classroom.

A boy sitting next to Lin Ye swallowed hard.

He looked at Lin Ye, who was still fast asleep, and then at the aggressive foreign teacher on the podium.

The boy mustered his courage and poked Lin Ye's arm with his finger.

"Lin...Lin, wake up, the foreign teacher is calling your name."

Lin Ye's snoring stopped.

He slowly raised his head.

My hair was a little messy because I was sleeping face down.

He didn't look at the blackboard, nor at Hughes on the podium.

Instead, he glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

8:15 a.m.

Less than twenty minutes had passed since he fell asleep.

The number one thing that working people hate most is being forcibly woken up when they are extremely sleep-deprived.