I'm really not the god of time.

Chapter 12, Ring 1 [Electric] Potion

Following the plan agreed upon the previous night, Zhang Lingyun spoke calmly:

"I'm her cousin, I'm here to pick her up from school."

"Cousins?"

The group of chattering girls instantly showed happy expressions, and their tone became more enthusiastic.

After the two walked out of the teaching building, Xia Youran muttered softly behind them:

"That person is not my friend. She always gossips about me behind my back."

Zhang Lingyun smiled and said:

"Of course I know she isn't; she's obviously a scheming woman."

Xia Youran pouted in dissatisfaction:

"Then why were you chatting with her so happily?"

"So, I told you last night that you're still too young. This is called speaking to people in a human way and to ghosts in a ghost way."

"Are you very mature?"

Zhang Lingyun reached out and grabbed her, urging her to quicken her pace:

"Let me tell you, there are three signs of maturity. First, a habit of lying. Second, a tendency to complain. Third, despicable behavior."

Zhang Lingyun smiled at her again:

"So you understand? I'm a proper adult now."

Xia Youran curled her lip, her tone carrying a hint of disdain:

"Hearing you say that, I'd rather never grow up."

"That's not up to you."

"Then I can just die before I become an adult, right?"

"Say such stupid things again."

Zhang Lingyun's tone turned serious. "Didn't we discuss everything last night? I'll be your father and give you a home. Promise me you'll live a good life."

"Who agreed to that?"

Xia Youran angrily punched him twice, "That's just you talking nonsense!"

The laughter and playful shouts of the boys and girls were particularly noticeable in the schoolyard under the setting sun, attracting the attention of passing students.

Xia Youran quickly quickened her pace and escaped people's sight.

She feigned reluctance, but secretly felt a sweet sensation inside.

Zhang Lingyun visited the Golden Rose Club again.

He came to ask Bailu about the method of meditation.

As soon as he stepped onto the second-floor corridor, he saw Bai Lu.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail, with the ends slightly curled up, revealing her smooth forehead.

She was wearing a sports vest, revealing her tanned, toned abs.

The navel looks like a vertical eye, almost maximizing the astringent feeling.

She was clutching a bottle of energy drink, her fingertips touching the cool bottle, leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking preoccupied.

The classroom she usually used for teaching was currently occupied by a middle-aged sorcerer.

The man was wearing a floral T-shirt and his hair was slicked back.

Standing at the front of the classroom, he passionately lectured the students on "Defense Against Magic."

Seeing Zhang Lingyun walk forward, Bai Lu's eyes lit up immediately:

"Why are you here?"

"I want to ask you some questions about cultivation."

"Oh! Okay, go ahead and say it—"

Zhang Lingyun thought for a moment and said:

"I have a friend who is having some problems practicing meditation."

Bai Lu leaned closer:

"Hmm! What's the problem?"

"In his first year of practicing the meditation method, he broke through the first level; in the second year, he broke through the second level; and in the third year, he also successfully reached the third level."

Bai Lu clicked her tongue:

"Did they break through so quickly?"

Zhang Lingyun paused, then continued as if nothing had happened:

"But after that, I practiced for many years and made no progress at all. I don't know why."

Bai Lu frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up at Zhang Lingyun, her eyes filled with doubt:

"Your friend is a bit strange. How can something go smoothly for the first three years and then suddenly come to a standstill?"

Zhang Lingyun went along with her words and replied in response:

"I find it strange too."

Bai Lu thought for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Wait, did he use any magic potions when he attempted to reach the fourth level?"

"Does this need to be combined with a magic potion?"

Zhang Lingyun feigned surprise, but instantly understood the crux of the problem.

No wonder he wasted fifty-seven years of experience; it turns out he hadn't prepared the appropriate potion.

It seems there are still many aspects of meditation practice that he doesn't know, and he needs to find out more about them.

Bai Lu looked at Zhang Lingyun with some surprise:

"Of course, once you reach the intermediate level in [Meditation], you can't do without the help of magic potions."

Zhang Lingyun nodded, and wanting to gain more knowledge, asked:

"Are there any other things to note?"

Bai Lu pursed her lips, took a sip of her drink, and asked:

"Want to know more?"

Zhang Lingyun nodded immediately:

"Yes, I'd like to know more to help my friend overcome this difficulty."

Bai Lu blinked her mischievous big eyes, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on her lips:

"If you want me to give you individual coaching, this can be considered part of a private lesson."

Zhang Lingyun reacted quickly and immediately replied:

"How much for your private lessons?"

Bai Lu shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"I'm sorry, I'm just doing this part-time, I don't intend to sell private lessons."

Zhang Lingyun pressed on earnestly:

"So what will it take for you to teach me?"

Bai Lu smiled mischievously, like a little devil.

She turned to look at the occupied classroom and pointed at the middle-aged male coach inside:

"Did you see that guy?"

Zhang Lingyun was somewhat confused:

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

"He took over my classroom and insisted on teaching some kind of 'Defense of Magic' class."

Bai Lu pouted, her tone full of dissatisfaction, "Hmph, but I think he's clearly a liar."

Zhang Lingyun looked through the glass and saw the male coach speaking eloquently.

The gestures are exaggerated, and the expressions are over-the-top.

Every move he made exuded the air of a swindler, just like the con artists he remembered.

Zhang Lingyun said:

"Why don't you just expose him directly?"

Bai Lu's tone was somewhat helpless:

"We are still colleagues on the surface, so it's not good to have a public conflict."

"Besides, my rank is higher than his. Even if I defeat him in public, it doesn't prove his defense is useless; on the contrary, it makes me look like I'm bullying him."

Zhang Lingyun nodded, understanding her concerns:

"So what do you mean?"

Bai Lu took the initiative to come closer, her tone slightly encouraging, her eyes sparkling:

"Can you teach him a lesson for me?"

Zhang Lingyun offered a reminder:

"I only woke up yesterday, how am I supposed to deal with him?"

Bai Lu said with a smile:

"But you have 12,000 units of [Magic Points], that's more than enough to deal with a liar like this!"

Zhang Lingyun shook his head and said truthfully:

"I don't have any offensive [magic cards]."

"That's easy!"

Bai Lu's eyes lit up, and she grabbed his hand. "I'll go buy you a potion right now."

Before Zhang Lingyun could refuse, Bai Lu took his hand and quickly walked towards the potion shop.

Bai Lu walked downstairs with a playful laugh, tightly gripping Zhang Lingyun's wrist.

Xia Youran sat lazily downstairs, drinking a pink can of Monster Energy beverage.

Seeing the two holding hands, a hint of displeasure immediately appeared on her face.

The two walked to the potion counter. Bai Lu looked at the potions on the shelf, and finally pointed to a bottle of silver-white potion:

"【Lightning Bolt Potion】, belonging to the 【Evocation School】, is an extremely useful first-circle spell. Let's choose this one."

Zhang Lingyun looked at the other bottle of potion and said:

"Why choose that one? I actually prefer [Fire Magic]."