Chapter 14: Chapter 14: A Genius Cannot Be Buried "Yang Qian, I finally found you!"
Lin Yi arrived at the cafeteria and spotted Yang Qian among the crowd of students.
Yang Qian, who had just gotten her food, gave Lin Yi a strange look.
"Looking for me? What for?"
"Let me borrow your phone!"
"Huh?"
Yang Qian’s expression changed slightly, and she quickly glanced around.
High school students weren’t allowed to bring their personal phones to school.
Even though they were already seniors, with the Martial Arts exam or the college entrance exams right around the corner...
"I don’t have my phone on me; it’s in the classroom. If you need it, just go back and get it yourself.
And keep your voice down next time! Are you trying to get my phone confiscated?" Yang Qian said, slightly annoyed.
Lin Yi scratched his head, embarrassed.
He just then realized that his voice had indeed been a bit too loud.
After quickly thanking her, he ran back toward the classroom.
After finding the phone in Yang Qian’s backpack,
he eagerly found an empty spot and called Wei Nan.
The number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later...
A cold, automated voice came from the phone.
Lin Yi tried calling several more times, but the result was the same.
This made Lin Yi grow even more anxious.
Wei Nan was his only friend. If something happened to him...
He recalled the things Wei Nan had said to him after school yesterday.
Clearly, Wei Nan had never gotten over his older brother’s death.
He had just buried it deep inside and never told anyone how he truly felt.
And his reason for choosing Demon Hunting was probably not so simple.
’Could he be planning to use the Demon Hunting opportunity to find the beast that killed his brother all those years ago?’
Lin Yi’s brow furrowed.
"Lin Yi, what on earth are you doing?"
Just then, Yang Qian hurried over,
completely shattering his train of thought.
"Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. I was just worried about Wei Nan, so I tried calling him."
"Did it go through? What did he say?" Yang Qian asked curiously.
Lin Yi shook his head. "It’s off. Thanks for the phone!"
He returned the phone to Yang Qian, left with a smile, and headed for the cafeteria.
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The afternoon was all Martial Arts class.
This meant practicing basic fist and foot techniques over and over again.
These were all fundamentals that would be on the Martial Arts exam.
With only three months until the Martial Arts exam began,
all the registered students were practicing diligently.
"Lin Yi, come over here!"
Suddenly, the Martial Arts coach, Qi Heng, walked over.
With a grave expression, he called Lin Yi away.
Confused, Lin Yi followed him to a corner of the classroom.
"Coach Qi, what’s wrong?"
"Lin Yi, have you decided not to register for the Martial Arts exam?" Qi Heng asked, his face grim.
Lin Yi was taken aback and quickly shook his head. "No, I want to register!"
"You want to register? The deadline is next Wednesday. Everyone who’s going to has already signed up. You’re the only one left.
Besides, you were clearly distracted just now. Are you facing some kind of trouble? You can talk to me about it!" Coach Qi said, sounding concerned.