“When did the Head of the Academic Affairs Office learn to act like such a subordinate?”
“What kind of big leader is this?”
“I don’t know. Look at those two people behind him, in uniform. You can’t tell me they’re from the military, can you?”
“Probably not, right?”
“Did you hear what they said just now? Did they mention a bounty?”
“One hundred and thirty thousand! Wang Zhaoyang is rich this time!”
“No, shouldn’t the focus be the press conference?”
For middle school student queues, neatness is the highest standard, and it’s almost impossible for jokes not to happen in the queue.
Hearing these words, An Chen felt a bit stifled.
He spent half a day’s effort to earn one hundred and fifty thousand, but helping Wang Zhaoyang take down two bandits directly earned the other party one hundred and thirty thousand?
This made An Chen’s teeth ache.
If that one hundred and thirty thousand were his, it would be enough for him to live comfortably for another year.
However, he was just feeling a little heartache; he didn’t dare to have any real ideas.
After all, someone else helped block the disaster, so it would be too inappropriate for him to ask for money again.
Wang Zhaoyang was also quite pitiful. If this press conference was held, even if it didn’t expose his personal information, these people would spread it privately within two days, and it would be the same then.
Wang Zhaoyang might be targeted by more criminals.
He just didn’t know if Kunpeng would help deal with it.
Wang Zhaoyang was taken away by Zhang Wei. Before leaving, Zhang Wei glanced at him, a smile playing on his lips.
When he was speaking just now, his gaze had been drifting towards this side, subtly.
Two people in uniform and Wang Zhaoyang got into one car, but Zhang Wei got into another car. The two cars left the school one after another.
There was also a person in the passenger seat of Zhang Wei’s car, who turned around and asked:
“How is it, Brother Zhang? Can you sense his Qi? Is he a Cultivator?”
“What Cultivator? He’s just a Mortal.”
“Then this matter…”
“Don’t worry about it. I know who dealt with the bandits.”
“You know? Who is it?”
“He’s also a student, a very capable kid. Boss Yuan also thinks he’s a potential stock. You don’t need to worry about this matter.”
That person hummed in acknowledgment, nodded, and then asked:
“Then should we protect him?”
“No need.” Zhang Wei shook his head and said, “That kid has some skill, but Boss Yuan and I both prefer to let capable people develop freely. I’ll keep an eye on him, but there’s no need for special protection… In a couple of days, after Transmigration, I’ll check his identity in the Dynasty.”
“Alright.”
Meanwhile, back at the school, the Head of the Academic Affairs Office squinted at the students who had quickly stood at attention. After Zhang Wei left with a few people, only a few school leaders remained.
“All of you, get back to your classrooms for self-study!”
The law does not punish the masses; he couldn’t possibly criticize every single person in such a large group, so he simply waved his hand and sent everyone back.
An Chen returned to the classroom just as morning reading began. The Head Teacher was already at the podium. Seeing the large group of people rushing back from outside the door, the Head Teacher’s face darkened repeatedly. He was about to start scolding them but then noticed An Chen mixed among them, so he choked on his words.
“Quickly, return to your seats!”
An Chen obediently sat down in his seat. Just as he was about to lie down on the desk to sleep, he heard Ye Xinning ask:
“What did you go to see? Did you also go to Class Nine with them?”
“Yes.” An Chen nodded, “Didn’t Wang Zhaoyang catch two bad guys? I heard they both had bounties, totaling one hundred and thirty thousand. Now he’s been taken away, and it seems they’re even holding a press conference.”
An Chen had expected Ye Xinning to be surprised, or at least show a hint of envy.
For people like them, one hundred and thirty thousand was a very large sum of money.
“He definitely didn’t deal with them; Wang Zhaoyang isn’t that powerful.”
Ye Xinning lowered her head, disdainfully.
This answer made An Chen raise an eyebrow.
“Do you have a grudge against him?”
Otherwise, why would Ye Xinning say that?
Now, ordinary students who didn’t know the truth all thought Wang Zhaoyang was very strong, and after word-of-mouth, this rumor would become even more bizarre, such as Wang Zhaoyang subduing people without even moving, or Wang Zhaoyang becoming a Cultivator who could fly and burrow underground, using magic to directly knock down two people—anything was possible.
Ye Xinning usually didn’t even leave the classroom. She only knew her classmates by name but wasn’t familiar with them, and she hardly knew anyone from other classes, let alone Wang Zhaoyang from Class Nine, two aisles away.
From Ye Xinning’s perspective, if she didn’t know Wang Zhaoyang very well, and only learned about him through these rumors, she should also think Wang Zhaoyang was very powerful.
“No.”
Ye Xinning shook her head in denial and continued:
“I just think that kind of person couldn’t possibly have the strength to defeat two desperate outlaws who lick blood from their knives.”
An Chen muttered to himself.
Why was Ye Xinning suddenly so aggressive?
“Then who do you think subdued the robbers and still gave the credit to Wang Zhaoyang? That’s one hundred and thirty thousand, you know.”
After saying that, An Chen felt a pang of heartache.
A hint of doubt also flashed across Ye Xinning’s expression.
Both of them were very sensitive to money, and getting one hundred and thirty thousand would be enough to excite either of them for a very, very long time.
Yes, who would hand over one hundred and thirty thousand so readily?
Ye Xinning didn’t do any practice questions today; she was just staring blankly at her desk, sometimes listening to the teacher lead morning reading, but more often just idly picking at her hands.
“How about you try sleeping too?”
An Chen saw her boredom and suggested.
“Sleeping?”
Ye Xinning turned her head, revealing a puzzled expression.
“Uh, like I usually…”
Mid-sentence, An Chen suddenly froze.
He stared intently into Ye Xinning’s eyes, unable to speak.
“Oh, two top students having a deep gaze?”
Two seconds later, a classmate behind them teased during a lull in the morning reading.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Ye Xinning looked away, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head to look at the desk.
“Nothing… nothing.”
An Chen also looked away.
He finally remembered whose eyes those were last night.
An Chen swallowed, even though he had already anticipated that Ye Xinning might be a Transcendents, confirming it at this moment still made him a little nervous.
It was just last night, they brushed past each other, almost recognizing each other.
An Chen glanced at Ye Xinning’s hand again. Today, Ye Xinning wasn’t wearing long sleeves, and her hand was exposed, but An Chen didn’t see the mark of the door.
She probably used some method to hide that tattoo-like mark as well.
He also didn’t know what Opportunity Ye Xinning had obtained to get a Qingxin Grass Leaf.
Just by the fact that she knew to store it in a wooden box, she definitely didn’t pick it herself in the wilderness; some Cultivator who understood this plant must have taught her.
