Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 689 - 687: The Teapot Makes Its Debut

As the professors returned from the ecological base, the chaotic clash at the School of Animal Science's farm came to an end.

An ambulance entered from outside the school.

In the stunned gaze of students from both colleges, the bedraggled professors were shoved into the ambulance by the principal and the party secretary.

The neatly dressed professors from the College of Agriculture, humming a tune, led the Ba Mountain Mosquito and Treasure Tree to enroll at the university.

Treasure Tree belongs to the College of Agriculture.

The College of Agriculture enjoys priority research rights; in the future, if the School of Animal Science or external institutions wish to see it, they will need to write a request to the Security Bureau, follow procedures, and wait for approval.

Precisely because of such procedures, the professors at the College of Agriculture risked their dignity for this.

Of course.

If the professors from the School of Animal Science want to have a look, it's not as troublesome; the paperwork can be sorted later.

"By the way, Ah Qing, if you're applying to several programs, why not also apply for a degree for your little fox, admitting it as a special student?"

The professor leading the Ba Mountain Mosquito and Treasure Tree out seemed to think of something and returned to the dormitory, smiling and asking Ah Qing.

"Is... is it possible?" Ah Qing was taken aback, looking at the fertilizer science professor in disbelief.

"It's doable. Our school has precedents. A few years ago, a Golden Leopard was granted special admission. At that time, the school organized an observation trip to the neighboring province and, during the activity, when they were attacked by a starving snow leopard, the Golden Leopard bravely saved all the teachers and students. It was later specially admitted."

"Afterward, it even made it to the school's honor roll. Isn't there a leopard head on our school emblem? It represents the Golden Leopard."

"Without the Golden Leopard's rescue, that batch of teachers and students might have faced a significant casualty, and our school's education system might have been subject to examination."

The professor smiled broadly, recounting the Golden Leopard's past deeds at the school.

However, the professor did not mention that the Golden Leopard did not actually retaliate heroically.

The Golden Leopard stood up, picked up the confused snow leopard, walked to the mountain side, and kicked it on the butt, sending the snow leopard rolling down the hill like a snowball.

"Really?" Ah Qing asked, a bit dazed.

"Here is the admission application form. You fill out the details for the fox and put a paw print, and you can apply." The professor thought for a moment and handed Ah Qing a form.

After speaking, the professor bid farewell with a smile, while Ah Qing, still in a daze, took the form back to the dormitory.

In the dormitory.

Momo took out the "Turtle Honey," proudly showing her newfound discovery on the street to her friends.

"Momo..." Ah Qing called out subtly.

"Hmm? What's up?" Seeing the complex expression on Ah Qing's face, Momo paused, a serious expression replacing her playful demeanor, thinking Ah Qing had encountered some trouble.

"In the future... during our monthly exams, Xiaolan might actually sit behind us." Ah Qing raised the admission form given by the professor and repeated what the professor had just said.

"Unbelievable!"

Momo pondered for a moment, then widened her eyes in surprise, seemingly digesting the information she just heard.

"Xiaolan... junior?"

Tang You and Lingren looked in amazement, simultaneously turning to gaze at the little fox crouching on the balcony, pawing through the leaves.

"Hmm?"

Ansheng, while inspecting the tea tree, looked towards the dormitory with a puzzled expression, wondering why they were all looking at her at the same time.

...

College of Agriculture, at eight-thirty in the evening, Ansheng quietly slipped out from the window, pouting.

"Entrance? Enrolling would just be giving them face; there's no way I'd pay the school tuition!"

"During holidays, if they don't bring a couple of bottles of Maotai, stuff in two Huazi, and pad with twenty thousand yuan, yet come to visit me, see if I don't chase them out…"

Ansheng leisurely strolled through the dormitory hallway, the fox's head held high, with a hint of disdain on her muzzle.

Am I here to study?

Clearly, I'm here to boost the school's reputation, letting the professors of the College of Agriculture brag.

With remarks like, Master Fuli is one of ours.

Followed by, Master Fuli resides on campus, able to silence other Spirit Particle Science professors.

Never mind if it's us who groomed him; Master Fuli is still from our school, his enrollment form framed in the principal's office.

But thanks to Ah Qing's reminder.

Ansheng felt, there is some truth to the idea that the College of Agriculture might actually have to pay her tuition.

Oh no... it should be the professors' bragging taxes.

"But..."

"Discussing taxes can wait; first, I need to think about how to make tea from the small tea tree's leaves..."

Ansheng walked out of the dormitory, heading to the balcony below Ah Qing's dormitory, picking up a red plastic bag from the ground and heading to the cafeteria.

Inside the red plastic bag were the small tea tree's leaves that Ansheng had picked from the balcony earlier.

Now, the Treasure Tree file is closed, and the root of the clay tribe civilization has been found.

Though many clay pots have been looted by tomb raiders and scattered among the people, those issues aren't urgent and require the strength of the masses.

Ansheng plans to entrust it to Hermits like Liu Lingyu and the experts to handle.

With Master Fuli's commission, Ansheng doesn't believe those hermits can refuse.

If they refuse, don't invite him to any Taoist league celebrations in the future, he'd pretend not to know them.

Currently, the Security Bureau shouldn't have any piled-up cases needing him to step in and slam down.

Next steps.

Ansheng plans to increase Wish Power, but he remembered he could go back to Xia Dong soon to soak in hot springs with Lin Ying, originally planning to sneakily add some thought, but stopped.

He already has 17 points in [Wisdom], with 30 points of Wish Power still in his grasp.

Enough to make [Wisdom] complete, or bring about another external anomaly.

At that time, invite Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun to come witness and praise him.

For Ansheng, aside from matters related to the Security Bureau, there's another issue that's more important than anything else, which is preparing the tea for the tea competition!

The Lao Deng family's tea garden's future — whether they drink porridge or enjoy white rice with chicken legs for the next few years — depends on the provincial competition.

However, the small tea tree, even counting its clay pot, weighs only about seventy or eighty pounds.

One of the entry conditions for the provincial competition is to submit twenty to thirty pounds of finished tea, allowing judges, visitors, and tea merchants to taste, with a portion preserved for record keeping.

After completing these processes, any excess tea leaves will be returned by the tea competition officials.

According to past cases, in the competitions Ansheng has participated in, if the competition tea is excellent enough, there's generally none left.

Because during the visitors' and tea merchants' tasting sessions, the consumption of tea leaves will be quite substantial.

Excellent tea is worth savoring, and it will drive the masses to try it as well, and if they want to try it, can the official Tea Master refuse?

Visitors, tea merchants, and bystanders are judges; their scores hold significant weight in the final stage.

Twenty to thirty pounds of tea may seem like a lot, but over the years there are cases where inventories are depleted, prompting officials to urge tea farmers to replenish stock.

Producing thirty pounds of fragrant oolong tea requires one hundred twenty pounds of selected tea leaves.

The small tea tree cannot yield such an amount of tea leaves.

But Ansheng isn't expecting it to perform like a sow; he plans to fry a batch, tasting the small tea tree's leaves' flavor — if its quality is high enough, it'll act as an additive.

After all...

I'm not adding artificial flavors; I'm just adding bits of top-grade leaves from other teas.

No need to sprinkle saccharin and claim it's Tongmu Pass's authentic Zhengshan Xiaozhong black tea — that would be my conscience speaking.

"Fat Cat!"

"Come out, help me set up the pot and start the fire!"