novellhall Chapter 100 There's Radiation
Chapter 100 There's Radiation
The morning's martial arts combat exam ended in an eerie atmosphere; it was a wonderful Monday.
Martial arts combat.
The average score of all students in Class 5 of Grade 1 was 52.3, ranking first in the grade.
Fu Chen, 0 points, last place in the class.
perfect!
It was so perfect that Fu Chen couldn't help but want to play a song for himself to bring good luck.
"Fu Chen, don't be sad..."
Chen Jiaxin walked over with red eyes, still clutching the crumpled tissue in her hand:
"We all know that you got this tired because you were making potions for us."
Look at you, your dark circles are so bad, and you've lost so much weight.
Edwards came over to comfort her, saying, "Yesterday you barely ate anything because you were busy making medicine for us..."
Chen Jiaxin's expression of "I'm going to cry but I won't," and Edwards's sadness.
Fu Chen's lips twitched.
six.
Lost weight? Lost weight my ass!
He ate three bowls of rice last night. Edwards' cooking is so delicious!
And dark circles under the eyes?
That's because he stayed up all night watching short videos, okay?
"It's okay, I'm really okay."
Fu Chen tried to make his expression look sad, but the corners of his mouth just kept turning up uncontrollably: "Alright, I'm happy as long as you guys did well on the test."
"Look at our student counselor!"
Quan Jiafei grabbed Fu Chen's shoulder and shouted to the surrounding classmates, "Even at a time like this, you're still thinking of us! What kind of spirit is this? This is Fu Chenism! This is Chinese nationalism!"
Liu Haitao nodded frantically beside him, "Yes, yes, of course I know Fu Chen is our great benefactor!"
Fu Chen covered his face and smiled wryly: "I have no other thoughts. As your father, I just hope you won't disappoint me in this afternoon's potion exam, and that you'll do well!"
Liu Haitao waved his hand and said, "Since Brother Chen treats us like this, we must do even better in the potion-making exam this afternoon and not let him down!"
"right!"
"Absolutely!"
"Don't worry, Fu Chen, we'll definitely get your score back!"
Fu Chen almost couldn't keep up the smile on his face.
Can you get my score back too?
Do you know how many points I got?
Zero points, guys! The better you guys do, the closer I get to last place!
Thinking of this, Fu Chen felt even happier.
He even offered, "I'll be happy if you all do well on the exam. How about this, Liu Haitao treats everyone to lunch!"
Fu Chen already knew that Liu Haitao's family was wealthy.
"Fu Chen!"
Chen Jiaxin's tears finally fell: "Fu Chen, you're in this state and you still want to treat us to a meal? Do you think you failed your exam and want to make it up to us this way?"
Fu Chen: "???"
No, lady, how did your brain work like that?
Why should I compensate you for failing the exam? It's not like I'm the one paying for it.
"Yes, this meal has to be on me!"
Liu Haitao pulled a crumpled fifty-yuan note from his pocket: "Here, everyone take this to eat. It's a lot, but if you use it sparingly, it'll be enough for meals, tea, and foot baths!"
It was mixed with immense gratitude towards Fu Chen.
The lunch we had was incredibly touching.
The entire class of forty-nine students managed to turn a simple braised chicken meal into a scene reminiscent of a final farewell.
"Fu Chen, eat more meat."
"Fu Chen, here, this chicken leg is for you."
"Fu Chen, here's some soup for you too, to help you recover."
Fu Chen stared at the mountain of chicken and bones piled up in his bowl and fell silent.
What's going on with the bones?
Who put the bone in my bowl?
"Um," Fu Chen said weakly, raising his hand, "Don't worry about me, come on, you all eat more!"
Then Fu Chen handed the bone to his classmates.
He began to give instructions.
"Everyone, have you taken the potions I gave you this morning? Make sure your designs are ready!"
After everyone responded, Fu Chen nodded in satisfaction.
Hehe, everything is ready. After the exam this afternoon, I'll be last place.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again.
"Look."
Quan Jiafei pointed at Fu Chen's smile, his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother Chen is still smiling even after getting such bad grades! What a strong will! What an optimistic spirit! Shouldn't we learn more from our classmate in charge of psychology?"
The whole class applauded.
Fu Chen: "..."
He's starting to wonder if these people are genuinely stupid, or if they're just messing with him.
But looking at those sincere faces, he felt that they couldn't be acting.
Because they can't act it out.
This kind of natural foolishness can't be acted out.
At 2 PM, the potion-making exam began on time.
The examination room was set up in the lobby on the first floor of the laboratory building, which was filled with fifty operating tables.
Each workbench contains a basic materials package: a few common herbs, a small bottle of basic solvent, and a refining stone.
The exam was quite simple: within a specified time, using the specified materials, you had to concoct a qualified healing potion.
Scoring criteria: The potion is scored based on its purity, potency, and completeness, with a maximum score of 200 points.
Fu Chen stood in front of his workbench, looking at the materials in front of him, lost in thought.
How can I get zero points?
And it doesn't seem out of place at all?
He was allowed to leave the written test blank the first two days.
In the morning's actual combat, he could stand there and take the beating.
However, potion making... is somewhat difficult.
He looked down at his hands.
These hands have been practiced for three whole years in the system space. These hands have even concocted purple-level magical potions.
These hands could handle materials perfectly even with their eyes closed.
How can I make these hands make a mistake?
Blindfold?
No, that's too fake.
Did they deliberately spill the materials?
Not at all.
After the exam in the morning, Wang Aiguo specifically told him not to be too negative during the exam, otherwise he would have to retake it.
Or... how about... just forging some junk?
Fu Chen's eyes lit up.
As long as what you make isn't a magic potion, isn't that fine?
The recipe for the healing potion is fixed: three Qingling Grass stalks, two Coagulation Flowers, and 100ml of base solvent. Heat and stir until the liquid turns a light green color.
Once those substances have physically fused together, it will be the final stage of refining them by integrating their logic and rules.
If he deliberately stirs it too much or too little while stirring, or if he doesn't control the temperature properly, the resulting product will turn into a pile of black paste.
That's junk, not a magic potion.
Waste products are worth zero points.
perfect!
so perfect.
Just as Fu Chen was about to make a move, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Quan Jiafei standing next to him.
Quan Jiafei was looking at the materials in front of him with a serious expression, holding a Qingling Grass in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth.
What the hell!
Fu Chen grabbed Quan Jiafei's hand: "What are you doing?"
Quan Jiafei looked up blankly: "I forgot to eat lunch while I was on the toilet, so I'm just trying this stuff out. Besides, isn't the point of this stuff to test its effects anyway?"
"Who told you that?"
"My grandma said that when buying medicinal herbs, you should taste them first; if they're bitter, they're good."
Fu Chen took a deep breath: "Quan Jiafei, what does your grandma do?"
Quan Jiafei replied, "She... um... she's a full-time self-taught practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
What the hell is a medical expert?
Fu Chen: "Your grandma is wrong. This is for making magic potions, not for making soup. You can't eat the Qingling Grass; it will give you diarrhea."
Quan Jiafei's expression changed: "How long...how long?"
"Three days, I guess."
Quan Jiafei looked down at the Qingling Grass in his hand, which already had a bite taken out of it, and was on the verge of tears: "Then, I... I've already eaten it..."
Fu Chen was silent for two seconds, then took out a bottle from his pocket: "This is my spare antidiarrheal medicine. Take it first, and go to the toilet as soon as you finish the exam."
Quan Jiafei was moved to tears, but then changed the subject: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, if I poop ten times a day, wouldn't I have to eat ten meals?"
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the exam."
Fu Chen completely broke down. He closed his eyes and said, "Remember, use three Qingling Grasses and two Coagulation Flowers. After pouring in the solvent, stir until it turns a light green color. Don't stir too much or too little, and don't add anything else."
Quan Jiafei nodded frantically, "I've got it! I've got it!"
Fu Chen then looked at the other students to make sure they had taken the potion that enhanced their alchemy abilities and that it was working before he silently nodded.
Gradually...
I don’t know, I’m scared.
Tang Renhui is trying to light the heater with a lighter.
Chen Jiaxin mixed the blood-clotting flower and the spirit-clearing herb together, preparing to heat them by blowing air into them.
Edwards went even further, holding a knife on the control panel and attempting to bleed himself.
Fu Chen glanced at the proctor and thought, "Good heavens, it's that blind and deaf good-for-nothing again."
So he rushed over: "What are you doing?!"
Edwards said with a serious expression, "I was thinking, since the ingredients for potions can be the metabolic products of a martial artist's body, then my blood should be usable too, right?"
"Adding some blood might make the medicine more effective?"
Fu Chen: "Did you spend a day at Holy Spirit Martial Arts Academy and get your brain ruined?"
Edwards looked aggrieved: "No, look, all those fourth-tier female teachers are fawning over me. Could it be that I'm actually really powerful? If I'm so powerful, wouldn't it be even better to use my blood as material?"
"If you want to do better on the test, just do as I told you!"
Fu Chen lowered his voice: "Use whatever's in the materials kit, don't add any random stuff. If your blood is usable, do I have to add some foot skin too?"
Edwards: "Really?"
Fu Chen glanced around to make sure everyone was back to normal before returning to his own console.
Then he began his performance.
The first step is to ignite the heating furnace.
The normal temperature should be medium heat, but he turned it up to high heat.
The second step is to add the Qingling Grass.
Normally, three plants should be placed together, but he placed them in three separate sessions, with a 30-second interval between each.
The third step is to add the blood-clotting flower.
Normally, the Qingling Grass should be added after it has completely dissolved, but he added it before it had dissolved.
Fourth step, pour in the solvent.
Normally, he should pour it all out in one go, but he poured it out in five parts, and shook it after each pour.
Step 5: Stir.
Normally, you should stir clockwise at a constant speed, while simultaneously communicating the logic and rules governing the ingredients. Stir until the liquid turns a pale green color.
he……
He stirred it counterclockwise, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and then haphazardly let the logical rules of the materials fly and merge randomly.
I stirred it for a full ten minutes until the liquid turned into a black, bubbling paste with a pungent smell.
perfect!
Fu Chen looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.
This thing is good enough if it doesn't poison people, let alone heal them.
Zero points, that's it!
He looked up, ready to admire what the other students were doing.
Then he froze.
Because he saw that in front of each of the forty-nine students in the class was a pot of green, crystal-clear liquid that emitted a faint fragrance...
Healing potion.
And they all look to be of good quality.
Fu Chen rubbed his eyes.
That's right, it's a healing potion.
It's not junk, it's not a paste, it's a genuine healing potion.
These people aren't even as smart as a Border Collie; the fact that they were able to refine something to a rough standard is all thanks to the white potion I provided them.
Those magical potions can not only enhance strength in martial arts combat, but also improve affinity with materials and operational precision in potion making.
Otherwise, they would have no way to refine it.
Those forty-nine useless people who couldn't even distinguish herbs in normal times can now all refine magical potions, all thanks to his enhanced potion-making techniques.
This medicine is a bit too potent, and of course, the side effects are also very strong.
Just as Fu Chen was deep in thought, a gray-haired proctor passed by their exam room, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked in.
He was an old man with gray hair.
It is said that the school invited a potion expert from outside to be in charge of proctoring and grading all the students for this exam.
The old man walked to Fu Chen's workbench and glanced down at the pot of black porridge.
Then he looked up and glanced at Fu Chen.
Then he looked down at the pot of mushy soup.
Then he looked up and glanced at Fu Chen.
Fu Chen felt a surge of excitement under his gaze: "Teacher, what's wrong?"
The old man remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "Young man, what is this?"
Fu Chen said happily, "Scrap metal?"
The old man shook his head: "That's not right."
Fu Chen felt a surge of anxiety: "Something's not right?"
The old man pointed at the pot of porridge, his voice trembling: "This isn't junk; it's a potion recipe I've never seen before!"
Fu Chen: "???"
The old man's hands were trembling with excitement: "Look at this color, black with a hint of dark red, this is the characteristic of top-grade blood clotting material!"
Smell this; it's pungent yet has a refreshing fragrance—that's the mark of high-grade Qingling Grass!
Look at this state again; it's viscous but not solidified. This is proof that the solvent ratio is perfect!
And how exactly did you communicate the rules and logic of the materials? Why were they able to merge together in this way? My God, I've never heard of anything like it! Genius, you're a genius!
Fu Chen: "??????"
How the hell am I a genius?
I was just randomly refining it as an ordinary person, so how did it suddenly explode into gold?
The old man looked up at Fu Chen as if he were a monster: "Young man, tell me, how did you do that? Where did you get this recipe?"
Fu Chen opened his mouth, but his mind went completely blank.
What's the recipe?
He didn't do anything!
He deliberately messed up the process, just trying to ruin the product!
How can this stuff be made into something good?
Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man became even more agitated: "Don't want to talk? I understand..."
This top-tier formula is indeed not something to be easily revealed to others…
But classmate, could you let me have a taste? Just a tiny sip. I've lived for sixty years and never seen such a potion before. This is definitely a completely new brewing method!
Fu Chen instinctively backed away, saying, "No! Teacher! You can't taste this, it might be poisonous!"
"No, no, that won't happen!"
The old man was completely obsessed. "The toxicity of truly top-tier potions is controllable! Just let me have a taste, just one bite!"
Fu Chen desperately tried to protect the pot of mushy food: "No! It really won't work! I haven't tested for toxicity yet!"
The old man's eyes lit up: "Haven't tested it yet? That means this is your first time successfully refining it? Genius, you are a true genius!"
Do you know that every new formula represents a huge leap forward in potions? You're making history!
Fu Chen wanted to cry.
He is not making history.
He's just creating a mess.
How did it become making history?
The commotion was so loud that it attracted the attention of the other invigilators.
Soon, a group of people surrounded Fu Chen's control panel.
"This color...something's not right."
"It's not just wrong, it's absolutely perfect! Look at the luster, the texture—this is absolutely top-quality!"
"But I've never seen this recipe before!"
"That's right, you haven't seen it before! If you had, would it still be called a new formula?"
"Little student, tell me, what's the name of this potion?"
Fu Chen was surrounded by a group of old men, his head buzzing.
What's your name?
What's with all the fuss?
"It's called Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment."
"Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment?" The old men exchanged glances. "That name... sounds familiar?"
"From The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber!" a younger teacher reminded him.
The teachers suddenly realized.
"Oh! The one Zhang Wuji used!"
"Young man, you've chosen a rather cultured name!"
"But the name is good, Black Jade Broken Skin Ointment, it sounds high-end!"
Fu Chen was really having a headache. How did he accidentally become a good thing?
Is this a joke??
He just wants to crawl into a hole and disappear.
But the other proctors wouldn't let him off the hook.
"Young man, what is the effect of this potion?"
"Yes, yes, how's the healing effect?"
"What level of injury can it treat?"
Fu Chen felt his scalp tingle from the question.
How does he know what the effect will be?
He's never tried it.
He himself wasn't even sure if this thing was effective.
But seeing the expectant looks in the old men's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say "I don't know."
The white-haired old man waved his hand and said, "This is a new formula. I think it's far superior to the white-grade one, at least in terms of medicinal properties!"
"Should we?" The teachers were dissatisfied.
"What do you mean by 'should'? Haven't you tested it?"
"Why don't you test it now?"
"Yes, yes, live testing!"
Fu Chen frowned: "Stop testing, teacher. To be honest, I made a mistake when I was making this. It's not a finished product!"
The teachers exchanged glances, then all looked at a young teacher standing next to them.
The young teacher's expression changed: "Why are you all looking at me?"
"Xiao Zhang, didn't you cut your hand while cooking yesterday?"
"Is the wound still not healed?"
"Come here, let this student try the medicine on you!"
Young teacher: "That happened yesterday; the wound has already scabbed over."
"It's even better when scabs have formed! Only after scabs have formed can you see the healing effect!"
"Yes, yes, hurry up!"
The young teacher was pushed in front of Fu Chen and reluctantly stretched out her hand: "Fine, fine, I'll give it a try."
Fu Chen stared at the pot of black, mushy mess and swallowed hard. "Teacher, are you sure? This stuff..."
"Yes, yes!" The teachers were even more anxious than him. "Hurry up!"
Fu Chen took a deep breath, picked up a little paste with a small stick, and prepared to carefully apply it to the young teacher's wound.
Then, everyone held their breath.
But at that moment, he was interrupted by the white-haired old man who had previously thought that Fu Chen had created a perfect new formula.
He volunteered: "I hurt my foot yesterday, I'll do the experiment!"
He then decisively applied the potion to the wound on his thigh.
The entire audience held their breath once again.
Fu Chen felt utterly hopeless.
He seemed to see the magic potion he had casually concocted produce an unexpected healing effect, which meant his last-place ranking was definitely ruined.
He closed his eyes in anguish, unable to bear looking at them again.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Take a deep breath.
Sudden.
The white-haired old man fell straight to the ground.
"I, I..."
"You're fine, don't worry about you, right?" The other teachers guessed what the white-haired old potions tutor was trying to say.
"Yes...yes..."
"That's good, that's good!"
"Damn it...this potion...it's poisonous! Help..."
Help!
Fu Chen's eyes lit up.
Niu Fu.
Niu Fu, Pei Cai Middle School.
The teachers hired from outside are all talented; Pei-Cai Middle School truly is a place where outstanding talents emerge.