Chapitre 82: Chapter 82: At the Very Least, Someone Should Play Video Games with Him
Liam and Cain exchanged pleasant smiles, holding each other's gaze for a few seconds. Just before the atmosphere could become awkward, Liam laughed and said,
"Hahaha, I see, that clears up my curiosity."
"Goodbye, Headmaster Mo."
Then, he quickly turned around and flew back toward his dorm, his expression shifting. His mind was slightly jumbled. He couldn't understand why Cain would say that. Clearly, The Voices of All Things had warned him that the red envelope contained information about a traitor.
Liam didn't want to speculate too much, but he decided to leave quickly. If Cain was indeed the traitor, then there was no point in worrying—everyone would be doomed anyway.
Tonight, many people wouldn't be getting any sleep.
Cain returned to his room, sat in his recliner, and looked up at the photos pasted on the wall, memories of his once dear family and cherished moments.
Without turning on the light, he sat quietly, thoughts lingering on his earlier conversation with Liam.
Even though both of them wore polite smiles at the time, it had been one of Cain's rare moments of anxiety.
"Does that kid... know something?"
Meanwhile, Lyra lay on her bed, holding the book Cain had given her. She still remembered the last few things Cain had said to her.
"Let's keep our teacher-student relationship between us."
"I want to help you, but I also fear that one day I might hold you back... Sigh..."
Lyra kept pondering his words. Their teacher-student relationship was oddly confusing, Cain's manner seemed full of unspoken worries.
It was supposed to be a master accepting a disciple, but it felt more like the master owed something to the disciple...
...
"To confess, or not to confess? Confess, or not to confess..."
Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, twirling a pen between her fingers, playing a game of tic-tac-toe. She was lost in endless indecision.
Worried that the difference between her online and offline personas would lead to a socially awkward moment, she'd postponed the conversation. Now, it felt more awkward than ever.
Liam, who she met early on, had already made connections with various people and exchanged contacts with Jack. Yet, she, who knew him first, technically hadn't exchanged contact information (since they were already connected as online friends)!
"Confess..."
After reaching the final tic-tac-toe mark, the conclusion still pointed to confessing. But she hadn't figured out how to approach the topic. Frustrated, she buried her face in her pillow, wanting to be a tortoise hiding in its shell for a few minutes.
"Whoo!" She exhaled, face slightly flushed from lack of air, and lay back on the bed.
Come to think of it, Liam seemed different today...
With his almost prophetic sensitivity, he mentioned the possibility of a traitor, suggesting he had been holding back for a while.
Does he suspect anyone... including me?
Why did he have that private conversation with Headmaster Mo at the end?
He's probably struggling with his thoughts now, too.
She picked up her phone and noticed a message from Liam:
Traveler: "Are you there?"
Sophia's eyebrows knitted together as she looked at the message. She instinctively felt that he probably wanted to discuss something serious.
Sitting up, she leaned against the headboard, adopting a more serious expression.
Yogurt Stick: "I'm here!"
Soon, another message came through.
Traveler: "Wanna log in?"
Traveler: "There's a new character out!"
Sophia: ...
Reading this, her expression froze, caught entirely off guard by the shift in topic.
Wasn't this supposed to be a serious conversation?!
How did we end up playing video games? That's quite the turn of events.
Only you could pull this off!
After returning to his room, Liam hadn't been torn and anxious like others expected. Instead, he ignored it all and launched his game!
What traitor? Right now, it's game time.
He'd already worked a lot tonight without getting much out of it. He'd marked locations, fought, and hadn't even asked for any extra rewards.
Now that he thought about it, it felt like a massive loss!
Sure, they promised contribution points, but seeing how stressed Vice Principal Tang and the other heads looked, he didn't push for it.
So, today's work went way beyond what he usually aimed for, making him feel like he'd put in unpaid overtime.
The issue of the traitor was already raised. If the higher-ups didn't care, then it was their negligence. As a student, he wasn't going to worry about it.
Credit must be given to Jack, head of one of the six core student departments. He hadn't shown up all night, entirely slacking off!
Jack probably enjoyed his evening and then went straight to bed. As for living life to the fullest, Jack had that down.
In the end, after staring at Liam's message for a few seconds, Sophia smiled helplessly and agreed to play games all night with him.
If no one was willing to pay him for his contributions, at least someone should play games with him.
...
Naturally, this led to Liam looking noticeably less lively during the first class of Eastern Academy's opening day.
Fifty-six students stood in the open field of the playground—this year's specially admitted students, plus some top-performing superhuman newcomers.
In the students' words, this was the "rocket class" or the "experimental class."
Standing among them, Liam yawned. What exactly did they teach at a superhuman academy? Why was the first class outdoors? Was it physical education?
He recognized many of the students—Lyra, Ryan, and, of course, Liu Peng.
At that moment, Liu Peng eagerly sidled up, saying with a fawning grin,
"Boss, you're here! Hehe."
Liam: ...
I'm here, sure. But what's with the goofy grin? Are you some kind of pig brother?
Liam checked his watch. There was still about a minute left before class was scheduled to start, but the teacher hadn't arrived yet.
The first class of the school year, and the teacher's late?
As he was pondering this, a small black dot appeared in the sky. The next second, a towering figure plummeted from above, landing like a meteor right in front of the students.
A deafening crash silenced all conversations. All eyes turned to the towering, over-two-meter-tall man with a dark face.
With a fierce look that bore no resemblance to a teacher, he seemed more like a prison escapee gang leader.
He scanned the students, nodding slightly as his eyes swept over each face.
"Fifty-six of you, all present. Not bad. Looks like I won't need to use this."
With that, he planted the giant black three-meter-long rod he was holding into the ground, producing a low hum.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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