Chapter 62: Can You Fly?

Chen Fan calmly walked out of the teachers’ apartments, anticipating the arrival of night. He lightly patted his pocket and said, “Hey, Elder, do you think these kinds of situations will happen more often in the future, or less?”

The Elder replied lazily, “What are you talking about? Which kind of situation? Are you referring to the frequency of your narcissism? I think it’s already beyond cure.”

“Pah, who’s talking about that with you? I mean the probability of these unexpected incidents. Lately, my mood feels like a roller coaster, up and down, it’s really upsetting.”

The Elder murmured, “The greater your abilities, the worse your luck. You’ll have to get used to it.”

Was that the original saying...? Chen Fan was momentarily stunned, then continued on his way.

Seated on the second floor of the dining hall, Chen Fan ordered a glass of mung bean smoothie and a roasted spring chicken to go. Facing the girls’ dormitory not far outside the window, he leisurely enjoyed his meal, almost feeling as if he were a successful man surveying his domain.

Of course, his focus wasn’t on the lively activity on the balcony, but on the crimson-stained sky and the quietly sinking horizon.

“My goodness, that girl actually came out wearing only her underwear and leggings. She’s got guts.” Chen Fan put down the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, staring intently straight ahead.

“So much eye candy—good thing my eyesight’s sharp, otherwise I’d miss out on all these nice things.” Still savoring the moment, Chen Fan raised his hand and brought another piece of roast meat to his mouth.

“If you activated the werewolf’s talent, you’d be able to see the pattern on the earrings across the way, clear as day,” the Elder’s card sprawled on the table, holding a pair of binoculars.

“I thought you weren’t interested in women?” Chen Fan, rice grains clinging to the corner of his mouth, flipped the Elder’s card over.

The Elder gave a gentle shake, and the card flipped itself back. “Doing and looking are two different things. Looking and thinking are also two different things. Young man, you need to get your concepts straight.”

“Whatever, there’s nothing left to see anyway.” Chen Fan glanced around; all the previous vantage points had closed their doors.

As dusk settled, the last rays vanished below the horizon, and under the dimming light, the crescent moon climbed slowly to the zenith.

“Can I use my abilities now?” Chen Fan spat out the chicken bone he’d been holding in his mouth for half an hour and stared at his hands, which showed no signs of change.

The Elder nodded, switching into a masked assassin’s outfit straight out of a martial arts drama. “But you’d better find a place with fewer people to test it—I’m afraid you’ll make too much noise and be discovered.”

Following the Elder’s advice, Chen Fan found a little-used path and gave his abilities a simple test.

“Huh? I can climb like Spider-Man?” Effortlessly, Chen Fan scaled an ancient tree, then landed smoothly on its branches.

Rustling sounds.

“Is it the wind? But there’s no breeze tonight...” Chen Fan fixed his gaze on the odd patch of grass and unconsciously took two steps forward.

A sudden gasp sounded from the grass, startling Chen Fan so much that he was at a loss.

“I got bitten by something, it’s so itchy.”

Next, a male voice emerged, just like that time he stumbled across a couple in the park. Chen Fan couldn’t figure out why so many people liked hiding in the grass.

The girl scolded, “Get up, you speedster, you’re crushing me.”

The boy replied docilely, “It’s too tense in the grass, I surrendered before I got enough cuddling.”

Chen Fan stood outside the grass, unable to see what was happening inside.

“Chen Fan, what are you doing? Focus on your proper business. I can’t do anything about other people’s lack of public decency. Deal with Wei Youlong first.” Chen Fan smacked his forehead, stomped his feet twice, and hurriedly ran from the scene.

“Hey, is someone out there?”

“I don’t know. I’ll go check.”

“Check for what? Pull up your pants first.”

“Oh.”

“I’m telling you, if someone took a video, you’d better find a way to deal with it.”

“No way it’s that unlucky.”

“How did I end up with such a coward? Besides good looks, you have no backbone at all.”

...

Activated the night assault power of the Shadow Stalker, Chen Fan didn’t use the main entrance, but instead found an inconspicuous high wall and climbed over it, spinning three and a half turns in midair and landing without a sound.

“Wei Youlong, this time there’s no escape.” Chen Fan surveyed the lit area and confirmed Wei Youlong was home.

“Since entering college, nothing good has happened. These idiotic roommates can’t find girlfriends themselves, so they ruin my chances. The new batch is just as bad—watched that guy smash my things and didn’t even call the police. Living alone is best, saves me from feeling like I’m in a palace intrigue every day.”

His luggage still unpacked, Wei Youlong couldn’t be bothered. He simply laid out his bedding, planning to grab what he needed later. His rough legs were propped on the desk as he stuffed betel nuts into his mouth.

“Your breath is so foul, why chew so much betel nut? You’ll wear your teeth down.”

“Damn it, who’s talking?” Wei Youlong glanced around. He was alone at home.

“No need to look, I’m right here in your house.”

Wei Youlong stood up and searched, still seeing no one. He even checked the door, confirming it was locked.

“Looks like I’ve been tormented into neurosis lately—my memory’s shot, and now I’m hearing things.” Wei Youlong muttered to himself.

“This isn’t an illusion. This is reality.”

A familiar voice sounded behind him. Wei Youlong turned, and Chen Fan was standing right there.

“You... How did you get in? Or... have you... have you been here all along?”

Seeing a living person standing before him, Wei Youlong could hardly believe his eyes. The windows outside lacked security bars, but this was the fifth floor. He didn’t believe a student could climb up from the balcony.

In fact, Chen Fan had climbed up. More accurately, he’d sprinted up, dashing up the wall and perfectly overcoming gravity.

“Just climbed up, obviously. What else could it be? It’s not like I materialized out of thin air.” Chen Fan smiled, somewhere between amused and serious.

“What... what do you want...?” Wei Youlong was trembling, instinctively reaching for the door handle.

“I told you we’d meet tonight. See? I’m here just as promised.” The corners of Chen Fan’s lips curled into a slight smile, and he vanished before Wei Youlong’s eyes.

Wei Youlong barely had time to react before he was airborne. Chen Fan, carrying nearly seventy kilograms, felt lighter than holding a helium balloon, and in a flash, had dragged him outside.

“What... what is this... who... who are you?” Wei Youlong’s mind went blank. All he remembered was being flung from the fifth-floor balcony, skimming over tangled power lines, and landing on the ground without a scratch.

“I’m Chen Fan, your former roommate.” As he spoke, Chen Fan wrapped Wei Youlong several times with hemp rope, finishing with a tight knot.

“Former... former roommate?” Whether from too much wrongdoing or sheer panic, Wei Youlong collapsed to his knees, sobbing, “Spare me, Brother Fan. I was blind to your greatness. I’m just a scumbag. Please, let me live—I swear, I’ll never mess around again. I’ll do anything you ask, be your slave if you want.”

Chen Fan sneered, lifting Wei Youlong up. “Now you’re scared? Time to witness your Brother Fan’s prowess.”

Holding the other end of the clothesline, Chen Fan executed a textbook climbing throw, sending the rope up to the rooftop. Using the pulley principle, he slowly hoisted Wei Youlong into midair.

“Brother Fan, I was wrong. Please, let me down, I’m afraid of heights!” Looking down, Wei Youlong saw he was at least ten meters off the ground, and the clothesline didn’t seem sturdy. It felt like it could snap at any moment.

“Stop yelling. If you draw others here, your little life is over.” Chen Fan threatened from below.

Wei Youlong submitted, biting his lip, shutting his eyes tight, as water dripped from his pants onto the ground.

Chen Fan checked the time. While his abilities lasted, he hauled the already unconscious Wei Youlong back to the bedroom, smugly dressing him in a new pair of pants.