I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 423 - 389: Is This the Mourning Attire?

"You’re not letting enter the store as a custor, how am I supposed to know what to buy? You have to let in first, then I can decide whether to buy or not!"

The usually good-natured politics teacher was starting to lose his patience, his voice raising a few notches.

"You don’t even know what you want to buy? Why should I let you into my store."

Jiang Xiao said this with all seriousness, and upon reflection, there seed to be so logic to it.

"I... No! You, I an I..."

Watching the flustered politics teacher, Jiang Xiao reluctantly relaxed the conditions.

"If you really want to see, you can peer through the glass window of our shop from outside, decide what you want after looking, and then choose whether to enter and buy. Before you can decide what to purchase, I’m not letting you into my store."

"Climbing onto the window, who? ?"

"Yes, you."

"I, as a custor, want to co to your store to buy sothing, and you won’t even let through the front door, asking to pathetically peer through the window from outside?"

"Don’t talk nonsense! You are ’not a custor who wants to co into the store to buy sothing’; you can’t even make up your mind about buying, so how can you say that about yourself?"

Oh my God!

Jiang Xiao’s every word hit the politics teacher where it hurt.

What kind of person is this!

"Fine, let’s put it another way; I want to buy, but I’m still sowhat hesitant. How should you persuade to purchase your goods?"

"I suggest you buy."

"Uh?" The politics teacher blinked. "How do you suggest?"

"Just suggest you buy, that’s the suggestion, do you understand suggestion? As a teacher, you surely understand the aning of suggestion, right?"

"No, it’s not..." The politics teacher touched his bald spot. "I know what a suggestion is, but, no, what I an is, how should you suggest effectively? More specifically?"

"Alright, then my specific suggestion is for you to purchase our video."

Fuck! Shit!

The politics teacher wanted to curse, but couldn’t quite find the reason to do so.

You asked for specific advice, didn’t you? And he gave you "specific advice."

Wang Qiang, who had woken up at so point from his nap, was also dumbfounded.

"Xiao bro, you’re a business genius! Anyone who enters your store ends up buying your products! You’re really cut out for this business!"

So other students murmured, so wanted to argue back, but like the politics teacher, they couldn’t find a reason to counter.

Just asking.

Jiang Xiao’s business tactics guarantee a 100% in-store conversion rate, right?

The defeated politics teacher stopped teaching, made the excuse of having to take a phone call, and left the room.

No sooner had he stepped out, the students in the back, who had been sleeping, as if affected by so magnetic field, suddenly opened their eyes.

Then, as if by agreent, they began to take out the snacks Jiang Xiao had treated them to at the convenience store during his lunch break.

Seeing the teacher retreat because of his own pressure, Jiang Xiao smiled proudly and exclaid,

"That truly was an exhilarating intellectual battle..."

After a "brainstorming" session, for a mont, Jiang Xiao even forgot he had to trouble Xin Yi.

Everyone: .....

In Dragon Country’s live streaming room...

"How co the sky is clear? Turns out it’s Jiang Spirit rendering speechless!"

"Good, good, a business prodigy indeed~"

"Uhh, I think that Wang Qiang is also quite a talent."

"It’s brain-activating, I think the way Jiang Xiao talked about it is not totally unfeasible..."

"Yes, but though it raises your success rate, it dramatically lowers the number of transactions, you get it?"

Qingshan ntal Hospital.

Mu Xitang and Bai Yi were frantically typing up cheat sheets.

While copying Jiang Xiao’s nimble thinking, they mumbled, "Got it, got it."

"Don’t learn such things!"

Sun Wei’s face turned red, feeling that she would have to warn Jiang Xiao again when he got back.

Besides the rules about not bullying others which might negatively influence Mu Xitang and Bai Yi, we’ll have to add another one: "Do not casually display your own intellect."

The political science teacher had left with no fuss when the class bell rang.

Then ca the sound.

Following two crisp whistle blows, there was the rhythmic sound of calisthenics music.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Xiao furrowed his brows, sothing seed off about the bell sound’s aftermath?

What’s with this widow visiting the grave music after the 1234? What kind of school plays this kind of calisthenics bell?

That’s kind of ssed up, wow!

You’d really think it was for calisthenics, wouldn’t know they were going to mourn at graves!

"Xiao bro, you don’t have mourning clothes, are you... going?"

"You guys go ahead, I’m not into that kind of thing."

Forget mourning clothes, even if he had them, Jiang Xiao wasn’t in the mood for visiting graves...

"Bro, you better hide well. Those discipline committee mbers have noses sharper than dogs. No ti to chat, I have to line up!"

After saying this, Wang Qiang dashed off with the crowd and left the classroom.

Curious~

Are these people doing calisthenics... or are they conforming to the somber music to mourn at graves?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jiang Xiao didn’t hide. Instead, he went to the corridor outside the classroom to see what was really going on.

The playground had turned into a sea of flowing white.

They were indeed running.

But the picture was eerily silent.

There were hundreds of people on the playground, yet there was no sound of footsteps hitting the ground.

It wasn’t clear if they had so special technique or what.

Their running stance looked more like they were floating along the ground.

No matter whether their academic performance was good or bad, everyone’s face was expressionless.

So even eerily cold...

Jiang Xiao didn’t know what the mythical ghost soldiers looked like.

But at the very least, he now had a point of reference.

These students, if not ghost soldiers, could still pass for the dead, and probably no one would argue.

Jiang Xiao was enthralled by the scene.

He was completely oblivious to a bunch of discipline committee mbers in white mourning clothes approaching from behind.

"Classmate, where is your mourning attire?"

Without even turning his head, Jiang Xiao replied sowhat helplessly.

"Do you really have to wear mourning attire?"

"What class are you from? Who’s your horoom teacher? Co with to the guidance office."

Jiang Xiao frowned, unhappy.

"Wearing or not wearing mourning attire is my personal choice, what right do you have to inquire about my class and horoom teacher?"

"Oh?"

A mber of the discipline committee with a middle-parted dark complexion chuckled.

"What’s that supposed to an? You look like you’re ready to take it all on by yourself, eh? Tsk, such a sense of collective honor~"

Jiang Xiao shook his head, indicating that they were wrong.

"What I an is, what gives you the right to say I’m not wearing mourning attire, or rather, what makes you think that what I’m wearing now isn’t mourning attire?"

Discipline Committee: "?"

"Not to be that guy, but are you blind, Ke Zhen’e? Do you think we’re blind?"