Unfortunately, in the end, Director Fu still couldn't get his wish to execute the little bastard.
Anyway, after repeated interrogations, he let Huai Shi off the hook out of consideration for the Astronomical Society, but before he left, he warned repeatedly, "Rember, stay away from my daughter."
"Sure, sure."
Huai Shi nodded like a bobbing garlic clove, smiling stiffly as he watched Director Fu walk away.
Right after the school opening ceremony ended, Huai Shi was cornered by a teenage girl at the classroom door. She pulled him aside and reached into his pocket for his phone, "Old Pal, hurry up, give
a boost... I'm about to drop to Bronze, and my gar goddess persona is about to collapse."
"Miss Fu, don't do this—"
Huai Shi weakly pushed her hand away, his face blushing, "I've turned over a new leaf."
"Don't worry, if I don't pay, it doesn't count as soliciting."
No longer the pure and lovely girl she was in her father's presence, Fu Yi shed the mask of the innocent rabbit. Back in the driver's seat, she skillfully took the wheel. "Get
back to Diamond. How about I take care of your attendance for the next two weeks? The student council is cracking down hard on this. You don't want to be reported, do you?"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes.
Although he was an art and sports student, the school still had requirents for class attendance. Without Fu Yi's help, Huai Shi would indeed find it tough to manage.
But thinking back on Director Fu's expression before leaving, Huai Shi couldn't help but shrink back.
If your dad knew you were secretly live-streaming mobile gas in the art and sports studio during evening self-study, and that I was an accomplice, would he send the muscle-bound guys from the Sublimators Suppression Troops straight to eliminate ?
And don't all your fans know how terrible you are? Whenever it's my turn, aren't they all spamming the chat, welcoming the 'substitute bro' online?
"Alright, I'll talk to you later, just don't run away..."
Seeing the horoom teacher approaching the classroom for a class eting, Fu Yi quickly slipped inside. Before leaving, she clasped her hands and made a pleading gesture, batting her eyelashes and sticking out her tongue playfully.
She was usually so unreserved in private, but when she deliberately feigned cuteness, she was more adept than anyone.
Huai Shi rolled his eyes again, feeling not the slightest bit of inner turmoil, and even felt the urge to run.
How could he not want to run?
If he didn't run now, Director Fu would send him straight to the East Suburb Crematorium! He might even have to chip in for his own urn!
So, while the class eting was only halfway through, Huai Shi saw the teacher get distracted and decisively seized the opportunity to escape.
But just as he stepped out the door, he heard the sound of Fu Yi, the class president, angrily slamming the desk inside the classroom, "Teacher, that son of a gun Huai Shi ran off again!"
Fine, you father-daughter duo are both leaders. Can't afford to offend either of you, nope, can't afford it...
Then he ran even faster.
As far as I rember, the school has always been pretty laid-back in managing art and sports students. It might have sothing to do with the consistently poor college entrance rates—besides recruiting a large number of repeat students every year, the school often showed preferential treatnt to art and sports students, who had a noticeably easier ti getting accepted into colleges. As long as the numbers on the banner hung at the school entrance after the national college entrance exam results looked impressive, nothing else really mattered.
Moreover, Huai Shi had always behaved well and never caused trouble. His cello grades were outstanding. After promising to focus on his academic subjects next sester, the Academic Affairs Office readily issued a certificate. This granted him the privileges of an art and sports student: wandering around during class, loitering aimlessly when he had nothing to do, and vanishing whenever duties like class monitor for the day arose.
To other students, who practically bled studying for the college entrance exam, such creatures were like campus strays...
Even Huai Shi didn't expect it to be so easy to get that certification. Others needed a teacher from the art studio or music room to vouch for them and sign off before being excused. So why did it seem like they were so eager to shove this certificate into his hands?
He didn't realize that a certain middle-aged man, watching him intently via surveillance, couldn't wait for him to scram from the classroom—the farther from his precious daughter, the better.
A middle-aged man constantly ready to issue sniper warnings was truly terrifying.
With so understanding of the situation, Huai Shi shook his head and sighed, feeling his privacy had been infringed upon. But looking up at the caras swinging 180 degrees to track his every move, and thinking of all those burly guys with their rifles and handguns... he decided to let it go.
Being watched wouldn't cost him a pound of flesh, anyway.
Anyway, if he had sothing to deal with, he'd just skip class; if not, he'd basically stay in the music room. Thanks to Huai Shi's consistently excellent cello performance and his collection of awards from various competitions, the school did grant him so leeway.
For instance, he had a relatively spacious private practice room, so he didn't have to queue like everyone else.
After all, he was the only one in the school who played the cello.
After clearing away the dust accumulated over the sumr, Huai Shi opened his cello case and deftly began... slacking off.
Practice cello in the music room? As if!
The teachers' offices were right above his practice room, and their Wi-Fi speed was excellent. Streaming videos was always smooth, unlike the unreliable broadband Raven had siphoned, which was not only sotis slow but also risky to use.
He first habitually browsed the local news—mostly fluff pieces like "Full Sparrow Banquet Takes Xinhai by Storm, Reservations Impossible to Get!" or the occasional depressing news about recent tomb robbing incidents in the city, with public ceteries being desecrated.
He closed it after a few minutes.
Thinking of killing ti, he simply launched the "Silent Crown" client; it had been a long ti since he logged in. After downloading a significant update, a pop-up appeared.
[Limited Ti Event: Dark World: Dragon's Labyrinth!
Through the efforts of the exploration team, the mysterious Kingdom of Xiematai, hidden deep within the Dark World, has begun to reveal the eerie tip of its iceberg.
What mysteries lie hidden in this kingdom, dead for a thousand years? What treasures are buried in its ruins, now overrun by Catastrophes?]
[Heaven Earth Power · Divine Power at Will—Catastrophe: White Emperor's Son (SSR) has been added to the limited-ti gacha pool...]
Another massive update out of the blue, with hundreds of thousands of words in original story content and enough Stones for three "Ten in a row" card pulls. The drop list also featured nurous valuable items easily obtained... The developers must be insane to be this generous!
Unfortunately, the SSR drop rate in this ga was insultingly low. Huai Shi, being both desperate for SSRs and too cheap to spend real money, had only managed to get one of the thirty-plus SSRs released by the officials. It was Yan Qingge, a 'clone hero' received as a bonus after earning the 'African' dal from the ga company. His title, 'Either I am secure · The cloud color is ,' sounded impressive, but unfortunately, he was a support character. His damage output was pitifully weak, making him useful only for feeding kills to the enemy in high-rank matches.
Admittedly, the new female character was stunning. Designed as a sporty yet ditzy girl, her fully upgraded artwork was praised to the nines, tempting even Huai Shi to spend real money.
Holding onto a sliver of hope, he pulled a "Ten in a row
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