Confusion spread like vines reaching every corner of the painting classroom, instantly silencing the once slightly noisy artistic space.
All eyes turned to the sole target—Lanqi.
As if yearning to find an explanation in his naturally innocent expression.
However.
His face was like a painting even more difficult to decipher than the one in the professor's hand, leaving everyone unable to fathom his thoughts.
Four consecutive instant answers, each striking the correct option like lightning.
It was too difficult to explain as mere coincidence; no demon doubted anymore that Lanqi was relying on luck.
Although they couldn't understand what bizarre magic this radiant demon had used to analyze the answers so precisely and quickly...
"..."
The eagle-eyed demon sat there, lost in thought due to Lanqi's hint, his eyes showing a mix of annoyance and perplexity.
He knew it was natural for Lanqi to seek revenge.
So Lanqi might have deliberately answered correctly several times before, only to give a wrong answer when it came to the eagle-eyed demon's turn, to mislead him!
But.
It was also possible that Lanqi had predicted the eagle-eyed demon would see through this trap, so he still gave the correct answer, tempting the eagle-eyed demon to deliberately answer in the opposite direction.
After a round of analysis, the eagle-eyed demon got more and more entangled, starting to lose track of which level Lanqi was playing at, gradually suspecting that Lanqi was purely messing with his mind!
Finally, after pondering back and forth for a while.
The eagle-eyed demon seemed to discover some clue, slowly curling his lips.
As if he had figured out what to do.
"You're clever, but you've overlooked one thing..."
The eagle-eyed demon stared at Lanqi, like a detective who had found a clue to the criminal.
As someone specializing in mental magic, he could clearly distinguish the mental fluctuations of other demons.
When Lanqi told him the answer just now, there was almost no complex thought produced.
The words were too calm, the gaze too pure.
In the demon realm, no demon could ever—so sincerely tell the correct answer to an antagonistic target without any distracting thoughts!
This was also the only flaw in the trap this radiant demon wanted to set! He must have harbored the most instinctive malice of the demon race and given the wrong answer.
"It's painted by a student."
The eagle-eyed demon didn't adopt Lanqi's answer, his voice resounding firmly in this spacious classroom.
Then, he glanced coldly at Lanqi.
As if mocking Lanqi's powerless strategy, which not only failed to harm him but ended up helping him instead!
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"..."
Professor Mogutte spoke in a deep voice, shaking his head,
"Wrong, this was painted by me."
There was a hint of anger in Professor Mogutte's words.
Lanqi looked full of regret, staring at the eagle-eyed demon as if he were an idiot.
"I told you the correct answer, why didn't you believe me..."
He seemed to have not a single bad intention, as if he truly wanted to help his classmate to the best of his ability.
"..."
Huberrian, beside him, stared at Lanqi's face. She knew that what Lanqi said must be true, but unfortunately, this eagle-eyed demon refused to believe it.
Thinking it over, Huberrian felt that once again, a demon had been casually toyed with by Lanqi.
Whether the eagle-eyed demon believed it or not just now, Lanqi's act of revealing the answer had already disturbed the eagle-eyed demon's state of mind, because even the eagle-eyed demon himself hadn't realized that he had unknowingly shifted his focus of attention completely from the painting to Lanqi.
"What's wrong?"
Lanqi seemed to notice Huberrian looking at him, turned his head, and smiled at her, his voice as clear as spring water.
"...Nothing."
Huberrian didn't say much more to Lanqi.
She knew that even if she asked Lanqi, he would definitely just tell her with an innocent face: "I didn't know," "That guy was judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's mindset," "How could I possibly harm a classmate," and so on.
This guy's naturalness and darkness had already seamlessly fused into one, making it impossible for her to distinguish whether he was doing good or evil, and even began to possess duality...
...
The entire right side of the classroom fell into a bone-chilling silence.
"Ah ah..."
The eagle-eyed demon's face was filled with terror, his eyes reflecting Lanqi's silhouette of light and shadow behind him, as if a demon's distorted face was projected in a piece of darkness.
His face became distorted, full of resentment and helplessness.
Looking at the approaching professor, the once sharp eagle eyes soon held only bottomless despair.
Even at this moment, he couldn't understand how that radiant demon could display "kindness," something that doesn't belong to the demon race, so purely and flawlessly!
Professor Mogutte's footsteps were steady and powerful, each step like a death knell striking the eagle-eyed demon's heart, palpitating his final fear.
Soon, Professor Mogutte's hand slowly pressed against the eagle-eyed demon's head, causing his skin to wither, blood to evaporate, muscles to shrink, and finally turning into a deflated mummy, the light in his eyes gradually extinguishing.
The expression of fear and despair was forever frozen on the eagle-eyed demon's face.
"Let me store his corpse, and then we'll move on to the free-answer section."
Before taking out the next painting, Professor Mogutte, holding the corpse in his hand, gave Lanqi a deep look.
He felt that the nature of this class might have already changed.
This classroom might be difficulty level 3 for other students.
But for this radiant demon, the difficulty seemed like negative 3.
...
More than an hour later.
The melodious bell rang again, like an invisible tension penetrating the walls, seeping into every corner of the classroom.
Professor Mogutte stood at one end of the round table, frowning, his eyes full of doubt about demon life.
The paintings in his hands had been changed one by one, trying to increase the difficulty, challenging Lanqi's appreciation ability.
But as a result, not once could he make Lanqi feel even a bit of difficulty.
Professor Mogutte now even began to reflect, how did it turn into him challenging the student?
Mogutte was certain that when Lanqi was identifying the paintings, there wasn't the slightest fluctuation in his magical power, relying entirely on his eyesight to carefully observe every corner.
It was unimaginable why there would be such a terrifying student in painting appreciation in this school, as if possessed by the god of art!
"Who on earth are you..."
Professor Mogutte stared at Lanqi, deeply shocked by him.
At this moment, Lanqi appeared in the eyes of Mogutte, the senior professor of fine arts, like an unfathomable master of art.
Professor Mogutte couldn't help but wonder, if a brush were handed to this radiant demon, letting him paint himself, what level of work could he produce...
"So, professor, can you tell me first what the reward for 263 points is?"
Lanqi just calmly rested his cheek on the back of his hand, leaning back in his chair and smiling as he asked.