"This kind of instinct is like 'moving' or 'attacking'; you just don't get bluffed, and you'll be fine,"

"Oh..." Mao Feiyang nodded, then asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Xian, if we lure the Angel Sculpture to the Art Building, does that mean we can run over to the Gallery to find the Night Watchman?"

"The Night Watchman...must be pretty formidable, right?"

Mu Daxian slowed his pace a bit: "The Night Watchman..."

While speaking, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, it was unclear whether he was reminiscing or some emotion was triggered: "Since I entered the Art Building, I have never seen him take action, but everyone is very afraid of him."

"He seems to always appear at several specific Watchtowers, and sometimes he goes to the Bell Tower as well..."

"Just like his title suggests, he's like a watcher in the night, protecting us from where we can't see."

"Is the Night Watchman a Security Guard of the Art Building?" Mao Feiyang asked, "I don't seem to recall seeing anything like 'you can find a Security Guard for help in the Art Building' written in the Art Building Rules or the Art Student Rules."

Mu Daxian nodded: "I've also never seen a security guard in the Art Building, and I've heard that the security regulations explicitly prohibit guards from entering the Art Building, but I don't know why specifically."

Mao Feiyang couldn't help but gasp in disbelief, looking at Mu Daxian: "Brother Xian... you even know the 'security regulations'?!"

"Well, just a bit..." Mu Daxian waved his hands, his smile harder to suppress than an AK, "If you want to get along well on campus, it's always good to know a bit about the rules of other units. That way, you can take advantage of your strengths and avoid weaknesses, taking shortcuts when necessary."

Mao Feiyang opened his mouth: "Isn't it said that the more you know, the easier it is to get confused?"

"It depends on the person," Mu Daxian said, "The smarter ones get confused more easily, the dumber ones can afford to know more. The hardest part is for the clever to pretend to be dumb, to be able to switch back and forth, but that's also the most likely to cause trouble."

"Er... Brother Xian, you must be the kind that switches back and forth, right?" Mao Feiyang attempted a rare flattery, only to find this time it was particularly challenging.

Calling Mu Daxian smart meant saying he was prone to confusion.

Calling Mu Daxian knowledgeable meant essentially calling him dumb.

So difficult.

"Not really," Mu Daxian's lips twisted, "I'm the fourth kind. I'm smart, I know a lot, and I can switch back and forth."

Mao Feiyang: "..."

So much for that... After all that talk, were you just subtly praising yourself by parading three types of people?

Turns out Brother Xian is three surnames... Mao Feiyang instinctively wanted to spit out a snarky comment, but Mu Daxian seemed to have anticipated it, shooting him a look and reaching for his sketchpad.

"Hmm?!"

Mao Feiyang quickly focused, sticking to dogged silence, speaking not a word, silently following along...

What followed was a rather uneventful trek. With the dawn's light spreading, the entire campus settled into tranquility. The pseudo-humans who had been causing trouble the whole night withdrew back into the Green Forest Belt. During this process, Yi discovered some pseudo-humans dragging bodies along.

The statuses of these bodies weren't much better than that of Little Genius; they would turn into incomplete Human Sculptures as soon as daylight came.

The campus after the storm seemed cleansed, with a faint mist and the scent of nature hanging in the air. The damp cobblestone paths appeared almost luminescent.

The leaves of the trees in the Green Forest Belt were bejeweled with tiny, glistening dewdrops, which fell periodically with the morning breeze, tinkling crisply.

"Shasha shasha..."

"Shasha shasha..."

For a moment, it was unclear whether the sounds were from the leaves or the pseudo-humans. Despite being surrounded by pseudo-humans everywhere, the entire atmosphere felt chillingly serene to Mao Feiyang.

It couldn't be helped; there were piles of dead and just two alive. It was already fortunate not to feel spooked.

Mao Feiyang "exchanged glances" with a pseudo-human, then averted his eyes and glanced at the streetlights around the cobblestone path. He couldn't help but say, "Brother Xian, it looks like some of the streetlights are out..."

Mu Daxian glanced around indifferently, "It's a normal phenomenon. Although the streetlights are supposed to stay on from 18:00 to 6:00 the next day, they can still go out due to irresistible factors."

"Like when you blow them up with your hand...?" Mao Feiyang had been holding back all this way, but he couldn't help blurting out a sarcastic remark.

Mu Daxian's eyebrows twisted, "What, you want to learn? I can see you're very interested."

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, thinking to himself that he really did want to learn, but if he did, he was sure he wouldn't get away with it. Was there a small trick that he could learn just a little bit of and still be able to make a run for it...

Of course, he would never say that out loud, not even if he slipped up. He thought the idea was too despicable even for himself. To utter it would probably result in not even getting to blow up a streetlight before Mu Daxian bursts him into coins on the spot and turns him into a streetlamp...

Seeing how "well-behaved" Mao Feiyang was, Mu Daxian's tone softened somewhat, "The streetlights possess supernatural power and can act as a 'backup hidden energy source' for us or the sports students when necessary."

"But this move is like when your spaceship is low on energy, so you rub your hands for a nuclear fusion reaction. It's a stopgap measure, and the recoil is significant, so unless it's absolutely necessary, I wouldn't do it."

"The encounter with the Sneering Angel we just faced was a life-and-death situation. Therefore, as long as we don't die, we can push it to the limit, choosing measures that are both cost-irrelevant and highly efficient."

"Now that it's not a matter of life and death, we need to focus on maintaining our own condition. So first, we'll go to the cafeteria. Heal if we need to heal, eat if we need to eat, and replenish Student Souvenir Coins if that's needed."

Mu Daxian analyzed his own actions calmly, combining them with actual combat experience, subtly imparting knowledge to Mao Feiyang.

Not to mention, the Art Department first throws you into battle before back-filling the theory; its main approach is focused on analysis and drawing lessons from the past to understand new challenges.

This method leaves a deep impression, and the learning efficiency is impressively high, though it can be a bit life-threatening.

"Besides that, um...?!" Mu Daxian suddenly furrowed his brows, his sharp gaze locking onto a streetlight not far off like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"Damn it, everyone else ran off, why are there still two dazed kids here?"

He sneered coldly, quickly walking towards the streetlight pole.

The streetlight pole had all but "flickered" out, and beside it, staggeringly, stood two pseudo-humans, feverishly absorbing the supernatural power from the streetlight, their eyes burning with fanatical desire.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

"Want to consume more..."

"We need even more people..."

As he drew closer, Mao Feiyang almost thought he heard them conversing, but upon closer inspection, he noticed their mouths had barely moved, sending a shiver down his spine.

They weren't speaking, so what did I hear?

At that moment, Mu Daxian arrived under the streetlight and greeted, "Hey."

One of the students immediately stiffened, puppet-like, turning towards him, then their facial muscles awkwardly writhed into an expression that resembled a forced smile, "Eh, you've come at the right time, we..."

'Thump!'

A massive drawing board crashed down on its head, smashing it against the streetlight pole, deforming like a piece of cotton.

Mu Daxian had only one hand free, but his technique of swinging the drawing board carried the elegance of Yang Guo wielding the Profound Iron Heavy Sword with the finesse of "The Great Skill of the Heavy Sword Without Edge."

The two pseudo-humans hadn't even reacted before Mu Daxian flattened them beneath the streetlight pole.

Like a grounded Divine Sculpture, Mao Feiyang swiftly followed over, looking at the two pseudo-humans on the ground, no longer human-shaped, he questioned, "Brother Xian, didn't you say we couldn't kill them? Why waste the effort?"

Mu Daxian calmly explained, "Not being able to eliminate them and being unable to kill them are two different concepts... Different areas, different targets, you can't generalize."

"Moreover..." Mu Daxian suddenly paused.

Eagerly, Mao Feiyang pressed on, "Moreover what?"

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