My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 581 - 372: Xue Dili’s Peaceful Life, the New Traveler_2

But Xue Dili wouldn’t be satisfied thinking there’s nothing wrong with him; he learns the knowledge taught by the teacher with utmost seriousness.

"This topic, isn’t it exactly what your friend experienced whom you ’treated to death’? Ah, so you haven’t learned this yet." Little Witch Susu chattered at Xue Dili from under the covers.

Xue Dili’s face darkened.

What do you mean by I ’treated’ Howard to death?

Can’t you talk properly?

Just then, the teacher on the podium said: "In drowning emergency rescue, you must pay attention to deep-water rescue!"

"Does anyone know the underlying principle?" The balding teacher asked the students below.

"Me, me, me, isn’t it decompression sickness? My brother taught me before." Susu felt like she was in class, still wanting to raise her hand.

Xue Dili: "..."

If he truly knew the principle of decompression sickness at that time, Howard wouldn’t have died so abstractly.

Also, you witch buried at the age of six, stop pretending to be a college student, you didn’t even graduate from kindergarten.

"It’s decompression sickness." Someone echoed Susu’s conclusion.

"Then, what’s the principle of decompression sickness?" The old professor pursued further.

The person called upon to answer the question looked embarrassed, clearly hadn’t prepped, much like Xue Dili.

Susu could only chuckle awkwardly, scratching her head.

Out of old habit, he said: "Is it because the body adapts to the water pressure in deep water, raising blood pressure, and upon rapidly moving to shallow water, the high blood pressure is intolerable?"

The old professor nodded, then shook his head, not prepared to criticize the unlucky fellow he had called upon, but supplemented: "That’s just a minor aspect."

"The main point is, in the air, nitrogen constitutes 78%, usually, nitrogen is insoluble in water and not absorbed by our body. But usually, in high-pressure environments, nitrogen quickly dissolves in the blood, and when dissolved nitrogen in the blood rapidly returns from high-pressure to low-pressure environments, guess what happens?"

The old professor took out a can of Pepsi, vigorously shook it twice, then opened the tab...

"Pshh!" The soda gushed into the trash can, the old professor laughed and said, "Dissolved nitrogen in the blood, behaves like this can after shaking, directly rushing into the body’s vessels, causing the greatest harm from decompression sickness, so do you understand the principle now?"

As Xue Dili nodded slightly, Susu exclaimed: "Ah, that explains why Howard turned blue all over shortly after getting ashore, looking like a floating corpse, that was pitiful."

Xue Dili: "..."

His face turned even darker. Yes, indeed, he didn’t understand decompression sickness well before, and pulling Howard from 100 meters deep to coast caused him to die because of it.

The Cursed Blood couldn’t save him after that; he was almost dead in shallow water.

However, afterward, he would never make the same mistake.

Xue Dili took a deep breath, marking the crucial points in the textbook.

"Of course, deep-water rescue isn’t the key point; it’s merely a multiple-choice question at most. The critical focus for this Chapter’s final is drowning rescue." The old professor turned a page and continued to elaborate on subsequent knowledge points, "Remember, this is where the final emphasis lies."

The old professor commenced a lengthy explanation on drowning emergency rescue knowledge, and by this point, Susu seemed to have cooled off after three minutes, unable to grasp the professor’s lecture.

Xue Dili shrugged; after all, Susu was essentially a grown-up Little Dragon Lady, a kindergarten dropout veteran, pulling out her phone to play, remarking, "So what are you studying for? All about saving lives? Is being a Savior that demanding?"

"Disaster medicine," said Xue Dili.

"Uh... a doctor?" Susu questioned skeptically.

"Yes."

"Wow, you’re amazing, I’ve never seen a doctor with billions of kills, you’re just like this!" Susu gave him a thumbs-up.

Xue Dili thought about it, perhaps a doctor named ’Mark Xin’ didn’t have a billion kills but probably managed millions.

This time, even while chatting with Susu, Xue Dili seriously listened to the class, skimming through the subsequent rescue measures to avoid repeating the previous mistakes with Howard.

Clearly intending to save him, thus pulling him ashore hastened his demise.

All through until class ended, Little Witch kept chattering in Xue Dili’s ear.

Until Xue Dili left the classroom, the little girl observed the room with wistful eyes.

"What’s up?" Xue Dili inquired.

"Nothing, I wonder if I hadn’t become a witch, would I be a girl loafing around campus every day now..." Susu seemed somewhat melancholic, her face carrying the full expression of reminiscence tears over past days.

"Is this what studying feels like..."

"You’ve never studied? Not even attended kindergarten?" Xue Dili asked.

"No... I’ve been shut at home since I could remember, then signed a contract to become a witch." Susu gazed at students buying drinks during the class break in the corridor, cuddling couples, and seniors memorizing vocabulary for grad school exams, her eyes filled with pure longing.

"I used to often watch those children who came to my shrine to pray, most of them looking for peace, many came to pray for exams, expressing how tiring studying is, how difficult they feel..."

"Then, I’d secretly envy from underground, wow, why would anyone dislike studying, I want to study but never had such a chance."

"If there were no Demon, perhaps I’d truly live like them." Susu said, seemingly envious.

"Sure, you couldn’t score that high." Xue Dili quipped bluntly, "You’d probably drop out of junior high without finishing, then either work at a bubble tea shop or become a spiritual sister."

Susu: "..."

She gripped her phone tightly, ready to bash it on Xue Dili’s head if he were nearby.

"You’re seeing things through rose-colored glasses, genuinely putting you to study, you’d probably agonize." Xue Dili remarked, spot on, diagnosing her as unaware of the hardships of learning, spouting misplaced admiration.

"Send you to a key middle school at 12, freshly undergoing puberty, daily scheduled with 14-hour classes, waking before five in the morning, releasing at ten at night, with just half a day off a month, squeezing another half day during holidays, first thing upon waking feeling like helicopters incessantly hammering your temples, you won’t envy others studying then." Xue Dili appraised.

"How’s that? Envious? That’s how I lived for 6 years, lying down taking naps whenever possible, aside from not resorting to Peninsula or American elite education madness on drug-induced night sessions, I feel I’ve endured all studying’s hardships." Xue Dili said, eyeing Little Witch with dead fish eyes.

Susu: "..."

"Studying isn’t just attending classes and clowning with classmates, then searching for one’s crush to flirt after class..." Susu retorted with a question leaving Xue Dili speechless.

Xue Dili rolled his dead fish eyes again, not sure what dimension’s classroom she’s seen.

Even in college, not failing and smoothly graduating involves some pressure; actually, Ke University’s freshmen have evening self-study; only Xue Dili hadn’t attended.

While Xue Dili continued shattering Little Witch’s school mirage from who knows where, the countdown on the System Panel above the campus playground in Consciousness Space hit zero.

Xue Dili realized it was time for a new visitor’s arrival, quickly brushing aside Little Witch’s school dream to see the new Old Deng.

In the campus’s center, Xue Dili saw a supposedly classic Victorian-style "gentleman."

Elegantly garbed, he donned a gentleman’s hat, exquisite cane tapping the ground lightly, fitting perfectly with Xue Dili’s stereotypical impression of a gentleman, even wondering if he’s seen this guy in textbook illustrations.

The man wore pristine gloves, a monocle firmly set in deep eye sockets, gazing at Xue Dili, he elegantly performed a salute, the monocle’s gold chain swaying in the air, saying: "Greetings, great Apostle."

"You may call me Faust, merely a teacher yearning for a tranquil life."