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**FOOTNOTES:**
¹ "我還沒開始發力呢" is a popular Chinese internet/gaming phrase used to express confidence in hidden abilities, often used as a meme in online culture.
Wu Li was shocked. Although he knew Chen Shu's contract spirit was a golden slime, no one had ever seen it in action. According to intelligence, wasn't it supposed to lack combat power entirely?
Before him, his black poisonous snake's eyes bulged wide as blood spurted from its mouth, looking utterly miserable with its internal organs likely crushed. While it was a Level 4 contract spirit, its strengths were speed and venom, not brute resistance. Pinned beneath a massive sphere over two meters tall and weighing a terrifying 500 pounds, it was completely helpless.
Through multiple choice enhancements and Strength Potion amplification, the golden slime had already developed considerable combat power. Combined with 'Gigantification,' most Level 4 contract spirits were no match for it.
"Damn it, fighting dirty with a sneak attack on me."
Chen Shu was truly angry. He was always the one ambushing others—when had he ever suffered such treatment?
"Flatten this thing for me."
"Goo-gii! Goo-gii!" The golden slime bounced in place.
The black poisonous snake felt like it was being crushed by a massive counterweight, unable even to turn over, only able to let out painful hisses.
"Holy crap, how is it so fierce?"
Wu Li was the black poisonous snake's master and could naturally sense his contract spirit's condition. If he didn't recall it soon, it would really die—a Beast Tamer losing their contract spirit would be an extremely fatal blow.
"Return."
Wu Li recalled the black poisonous snake and turned to secretly leave the area.
"As expected, a contract spirit." Chen Shu instantly realized.
An ordinary animal couldn't possibly show such obvious aggression.
He had been paying attention to his surroundings the entire time.
The moment Wu Li made his escape move, he caught it.
"Use Charge skill!" Chen Shu grinned.
Though his thought processes were different from ordinary people, to think he was stupid would be truly foolish.
"Goo-gii! Goo-gii!"
The golden slime bounced lightly, then its big eyes glared angrily, its body suddenly trembled, like an arrow released from a bow.
Wu Li only felt a strong wind coming from behind.
He couldn't help turning to look, only seeing a streak of yellow before his body flew several meters away.
Bang!
Wu Li's body crashed into a tree, looking extremely miserable.
Chen Shu recalled his slime and came to Wu Li's side.
Based on the contract spirit's combat power, it could easily kill a human, but Chen Shu had held back.
Once investigated by the Spirit Suppression Bureau, he would also be in deep trouble and definitely face imprisonment.
"Who are you?" Chen Shu bent down, looking at Wu Li.
At this moment, Wu Li kept his mouth shut, only moaning in pain.
"Eh?! I've seen you before. As expected, Zheng Nan sent you!" Chen Shu suddenly said.
"How did you know?!" Wu Li blurted out, instantly realizing his mistake, but it was too late.
"Just tricking you. Get lost."
Chen Shu paid no more attention to Wu Li, turned around, got on his bicycle, and went home.
Wu Li struggled to his feet and also staggered away.
With his current injuries, he'd probably have to lie in the hospital for a while.
...
Back home, Chen Shu continuously petted his golden slime with satisfaction. "I really didn't waste my effort raising you—not bad. Not bad at all."
While today's victory over the black poisonous snake had been largely due to catching it off guard—the slime landing a devastating butt drop before the snake could react—it still demonstrated real combat capability. The Level 3 slime was already close to seventy centimeters, and after using Gigantification, its body would explosively grow to nearly three meters. Combined with its terrifying weight, if it really sat on something, it was basically certain doom.
"Just waiting for you to become a Level 4 contract spirit—the potions are all prepared." Chen Shu's system space stored twenty-six bottles of Medium-Grade Strength Potions. Once consumed, it would be another significant improvement.
The next day arrived quickly, and Chen Shu headed to school as usual.
"Why does everything feel weird?" He noticed the strange expressions on everyone's faces, like they were looking at some kind of spectacle.
As soon as he stepped into the classroom, his classmates' gazes all turned toward him in unison.
"Holy crap, what's going on? Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Chen Shu crossed his arms, warily looking at everyone.
"Chen Pi, it's not really you, is it?"
Class monitor Wang Meng suddenly took out his phone and showed him a picture.
It showed a person squatting in a bathroom stall—the dim lighting combined with yellow clothes looked extremely harmonious, with an alpaca printed on top.
"It's me, so what?"
Chen Shu was wearing the same yellow shirt today, with the alpaca vividly depicted.
"Holy crap, you're famous now—Nanjiang City's Public Toilet Potion Master!" Wang Meng said.
Chen Shu took the phone and saw the divine comments and repost numbers.
"Is this the legendary 'epic-level' potion?"
"《Art Comes from Life》"
"Well done performance, just a bit gross."
What the hell, I actually went viral?
He just casually brewed some potions and didn't expect it to become known throughout the city.
"Pi-ge, you didn't really use bathroom stuff to make potions, did you?"
"Can that stuff even be used for brewing?"
Everyone looked shocked, full of curiosity.
"I really was making potions..."
Chen Shu's mouth twitched—it seemed impossible to explain clearly now.
I was making potions, damn it, not mixing pee—what would I use that stuff for?
Ring ring ring!
Soon, class time arrived, and the classroom's discussion came to an abrupt halt.
Fang Ke, wearing black-framed glasses, walked in, his gaze rather strangely fixed on Chen Shu.
He had also learned of the public toilet Potion Master legend.
In fact, when he saw the photo, he had guessed it was Chen Shu.
This guy was the type who could do anything—any abnormal action, as long as it was him doing it, would instead seem completely normal.
"Alright, everyone, stop discussing other topics and focus."
Fang Ke coughed and became serious.
"The college entrance exams are over, and third-year students can let loose a bit, but you can't."
"With final exams approaching, I'll reveal some news—whether you can enter the third-year special training class will largely depend on this final exam's results."
At these words, the whole class erupted.
As Beast Taming Class students, everyone had some understanding of the third-year special training class. The school organized this program to cultivate excellent students and compete for China's top universities. As long as you could enter it, your beast taming strength would improve dramatically, with the school basically covering all consumed resources—a place that social Beast Tamers envied tremendously.
For Beast Taming Class students, the special training class was like a little dragon gate—once you crossed it, your college entrance exam results would definitely not be poor.
"Teacher, hasn't the special training class always been organized in the second semester of third year?" Wang Meng asked.
"This year's college entrance exam results weren't ideal for our school—we might even drop out of the city's top three." Fang Ke sighed heavily. Once a school's performance declined, the Education Department would correspondingly reduce teaching resources, and just the monthly Beast Orbs alone were an enormous expense the school couldn't afford on its own.
"To restore our performance, the school decided to organize the special training class early." Fang Ke's gaze turned to the class's top students.
"This final exam's results will be an important indicator determining whether you can enter the special training class."
Both Xia Bing or Wang Meng perked up with fighting spirit in their eyes.
The third-year special training class only recruited twenty people—the grade's top twenty.
Currently, only Xia Bing's grades could get in; the others would find it somewhat difficult.
"Don't worry, teacher, we'll work hard!" Chen Shu declared with fighting spirit.
Fang Ke looked surprised. "It's rare to see such determination from Chen Shu. Well, don't worry—results don't matter as long as you try your best."
Chen Shu: "..."
What kind of response was that? He hadn't even started using his full power yet,¹ but somehow the outcome already seemed decided.