Chapter 243: Come On, Teacher Will Give You Acupuncture
How Ao Tian would help him get the sniper rifles, he had no way of knowing. But he knew for sure that it was impossible for Ao Tian to allocate or lend such weapons through official channels.
Zhang Yang didn't care how he did it. As long as he got the rifles, learning Advanced Shooting Technique would be enough to deal with ordinary attacks at the villa. Of course, he wouldn't use them casually—unless it was absolutely necessary. Because once he used them, there was no way to explain it clearly.
Unless he could bring someone like Pan Ningning—who had a legal gun permit—into the villa at that time.
But this wasn't the time to think about that. Whether he could obtain Advanced Shooting Technique still depended on whether he could touch Tang Qiqi's boobs, whether she was a Star Mender, and whether the M-level mission could be completed.
He had tried asking the System Assistant, and if he wanted to exchange points for Advanced Shooting Technique, it required ninety system points. What a shameless system—ninety points! How long would he have to work to earn that?
Later he also checked Advanced Cooking Technique—also ninety points—and he felt thunder rolling in his head. He might as well go study at New Oriental. Ninety points… even more outrageous than Advanced Shooting Technique.
But he had learned one thing: just because a skill looks high-level doesn't mean it should cost more points. For example, he learned Advanced Throwing Knife Technique for only five points, though it seemed pretty niche. And the rewards for M-level missions all seemed to cost around ninety points… he wasn't sure if that was absolute.
Or maybe the damn system just priced things based on its mood.
"System Assistant, how can I strip Tang Qiqi's clothes and successfully touch her boobs!?" On the way home, Zhang Yang shamelessly pressured the system.
The system replied: [Sorry, there is no answer to this question. The system does not answer irrelevant questions involving emotional matters. ]
Zhang Yang was speechless. Every time he wanted to perform some illegal action toward a Star Mender target, the system outright refused, looking down on him.
He arrived home.
It was just seven o'clock—just in time for Yang Fei's class. Zhang Yang had already asked Xu Danlu to conceal today's events.
So she didn't know he had run into so many unexpected incidents today, and she rarely asked about his affairs.
Before class, when Zhang Yang handed her the Delfi truffle chocolates he bought on the way, she didn't refuse.
After class ended, she finally asked casually, "I heard another girl moved in today."
"Uh… how did you know?" Zhang Yang didn't want her life to be disturbed, so he had ordered everyone not to mention his affairs in front of her—especially negative information.
He believed everyone should understand this.
And today's events—aside from Lulu and Qiao Xier, who knew everything—even Sister Qing and Sister Wang, who saw Tang Qiqi, didn't know the full details. "Don't blame them. I just happened to overhear."
"Teacher… this time, things are really complicated," Zhang Yang thought for a moment. "That girl—I have no intentions toward her…"
He muttered in his heart: "Of course… I only want to touch her boobs."
"I'm not trying to interfere in your personal life," Yang Fei quickly clarified. "I just think your complexion hasn't been good lately—excess liver fire, stagnant qi rising to the surface—likely from staying up too late. You should rest more…"
Her words weren't very fluent, but Zhang Yang already understood what she meant.
Don't overindulge, young man! Watch out for kidney deficiency! And you still bring new women home every day…
Fine—Zhang Yang knew she misunderstood most of it.
But he could still see the genuine concern on her face. Of course, only concern—no other meaning. But even that was enough to warm his heart.
"Yes, teacher, I understand. I'll head back now." Zhang Yang knew her question wasn't easy to respond to and could only reply vaguely.
"Wait!" Yang Fei stopped him. "Didn't I say your liver fire is too strong? Teacher recently learned an acupuncture method specifically for treating overexhaustion and excessive internal heat. Since you helped me with massages before, teacher will reluctantly give you acupuncture today."
"Acupuncture?" Zhang Yang knew this art—refined through thousands of years of Huaxia medicine. Acupuncture was a superior non-harmful technique that regulated qi and cleared meridians.
But nowadays, people were impatient. Any small illness could be solved with Western medicine or ointment. Few would bother with acupuncture, and even fewer were capable of performing such ancient medical techniques.
And Zhang Yang wasn't afraid of many things—but he was terrified of needles since childhood. Whether it was injections in the butt, in the arm, sewing needles, or acupuncture needles—any sharp, shiny thing going into flesh terrified him.
He didn't know about acupuncture needles specifically.
But the key point was—he looked at Yang Fei and felt his heart pounding. "Teacher… when did you learn this?" he asked softly.
He didn't remember her ever having this ability.
"Recently. You think teacher wastes time in the library? Besides, my family was a medical family. My great-grandfather ran a clinic in the early 1900s. People called him Yang Divine Needle…"
Hearing her speak openly of her ancestors warmed Zhang Yang's heart. But… the library? Didn't she go there to study foreign languages? How did she end up studying acupuncture? Do they even teach that there?
"Excuse me, teacher—may I ask a question?"
"Mm." Yang Fei walked back inside, opened a drawer, and took out a cloth pouch. Inside, two rows of slender silver needles gleamed.
Zhang Yang felt his balls tighten… His fear of needles hadn't improved at all.
"Has teacher ever verified this in clinical practice?"
"Clinical practice?" Yang Fei looked at him. "This is very simple. Just follow what the book teaches."
"Uh… so teacher is self-taught?"
"Mm." Yang Fei nodded. As she spread open the needle pouch, she took a soft white cloth to wipe her hands. "You self-learn a lot of things too, right?"
Zhang Yang looked at her—realizing she wasn't joking—and instinctively edged toward the door. "I suddenly remembered something extremely important I need to do…"
"No rush. It'll only take a moment." Yang Fei pointed at the soft sofa. "Lie down."
"No… I really have something urgent!"
"Do you not trust teacher's acupuncture?" A trace of disappointment appeared on Yang Fei's face.
Today she wore low-rise black skinny jeans and a tight blue-black cotton top. She had removed her green wool coat earlier, fully exposing her perfect figure. Her 34D breasts, round and full, were outlined flawlessly by the cotton top—with no sag at all.
Above the cotton top, her long, slender, snow-white neck held a blue jade pendant that shimmered softly under the light. Higher up, her face was flawless—cold in expression, yet stunning.
And lastly—her long, beautiful legs. Even in flat slippers, the low-rise jeans made the distance from her toes to her hips look even longer.
She was a goddess one could never get tired of.
Seeing that hint of disappointment in her eyes, Zhang Yang felt his soul tremble and nodded as if possessed: "Then… I'll trouble teacher."
"It's fine. Go on, lie down." Yang Fei regained her calm expression.
Zhang Yang sighed and lay down. It was just needles, right? His arm had been scraped by shrapnel earlier today and he was still fine.
Ouch… now that he thought about it, his elbow hurt again.
"Take off your coat," Yang Fei ordered.
Taking it off would expose him—he had disinfected and bandaged his elbow. He looked at Yang Fei and whispered, "I'm cold."
"Isn't the heater on?" Yang Fei said, leaning down to unbutton his coat. Watching her calmly unbutton it made Zhang Yang feel a strange sweetness.
Yang Fei lifted her eyelids slightly and their eyes met. She paused, then glared lightly at him, looking at his elbow. "What happened?"
"Oh, the Land Rover bumped into someone today—scraped me."
"You're so grown up yet still careless when driving." She set his coat aside. "Turn over and lie on your stomach…"
"Lower your shirt to your collarbone…"
"Teacher… are you sure this is acupuncture and not cupping?" Zhang Yang asked from the sofa.
"Is there a difference?" Yang Fei looked confused. She picked up the needle pouch, murmuring to herself, "Hmm… should I use the thick needle or the thin one? Alright… let's use the thick one…"
"Yes, thick needle should be right… Now, where is the Tianchi point?" Her soft hand touched Zhang Yang's back. The silky smooth feeling made him shiver. It felt amazing… But Tianchi point—why was she looking for it on his back?
Oh heavens—teacher, what kind of acupuncture did you learn…
Suddenly, he understood something… She was doing this on purpose.
He immediately sat up, looked at Yang Fei with a bitter face, and said: "Alright teacher… whatever you want to ask, just ask. I'll tell you everything. Please… spare me this acupuncture torture…"