My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old

Ten, nine, eight… four, three.

Two.

One.

The lift suddenly opened with a ding.
Before they could see the people within the lift, attacks rained out in waves.
Items that looked like grenades were thrown out.
It rolled over to where everyone stood before it cracked with a split.
An intensely acute light spilled out, followed by a piercing sound.
The light blinded the people outside.
After which, a wave of yowls immediately sounded.
After a few more gunshot sounds, smoke quickly billowed, coupled with sizzling sounds.
And then, the bunch of people outside having just endured through the dazzling torture to their sense of sight was once again rendered snivelling and tearing…

The damage dealt by the flashbang and tear gas halved their damage output.
Seizing the moment while the place was still clouded in smoke, a few people dressed in black with gas masks on spilled out of the lift.
Armed with a lightweight gun in their hand, they shot continuously as they moved about silently.
Those that were shot fell to the ground without exception.

“Tranquiliser guns!” Luo Ke seemed glum, “they’re too nice!”

The danger was put out within a minute.
A tall guy in black knocked the door to signal that they were done, but Xuan Mo continued staring at them, unmoving.

Helpless, the person produced a card.
It was his Zone Seven identification card.

At that, Xuan Mo slowly lowered her gun and went forward to open the door.

The remnants of gas that floated in elicited some coughs from the people inside.
Xuan Mo however didn’t feel anything.
Rather, she sat down on a chair and waited for the people in black to get their hands on every single person in the meeting room.
After which, she said: “It’s five-thirty.
I need to head back.”

“Cough!” Someone coughed.
The leader in black took off his gas mask, revealing a well-defined face.
His smile wasn’t particularly warm but it was sincere.
“Hello, I’m Zone Seven S City’s action team team lead, you can call me Wu Da…”

“Lang*!” Someone behind added, inciting a round of laughter.

郎 = lang, is an ancient official title.
It also means “youth”, often referring to males in general unless the word 女 (nv = girl) is added in front.
It may sound a little romantically ambiguous if used as suffix to address males depending on the context

Wu Da Lang’s lips twitched, saying helplessly: “Whatever… are any of you hurt? We brought our medic team.”

The few of them exchanged looks.
Luo Ke raised his hand weakly: “If anyone’s hurt then I’m the only one that needs first aid for people from our side.
As for them… it’s hard to say.”

The bunch of bodyguards with their hands punctured by bullets then kicked a few more times on top of that by a certain super-strength girl laid on the floor, either knocked out or moaning and turning in agony.

Xuan Mo repeated: “I need to return.
It will create unnecessary trouble if I’m discovered I’ve been out the entire night.”

“That’s true, but you might need to hold on a bit.
We need to ensure that the entire building is safe first.
People are escaping in all directions, we need to ensure that we don’t miss out a single person.”

Psh, he still had the nerve to say that, the people on the first two floors had pretty much all escaped.
Xuan Mo thought in disdain.

After waiting for a while more, Wu Da Lang received instructions that they could make their leave.

He exhaled and directed his comrades to bring the captives out.
He then gestured at Xuan Mo to head out first, smiling: “Ladies first, Gu family’s obedient kid*.”

* he’s addressing Xuan Mo.

Xuan Mo shook her head and walked out without any hesitation.

“Oh right, Wu Qi,” Wu Da Lang suddenly asked, “which uni are you planning to go?”

Xuan Mo shook her head, replying: “I don’t want to study.”

And so, the previously obedient kid from Gu family instantly transformed into a school-hating bad kid.