Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The next morning, when Zhuang Li got up, the agents from the Ministry of State Security had already prepared breakfast for him and explained to him that Teng Xuan and others had been arrested and sent to a juvenile detention center for reeducation through labor.
“We will keep a close eye on the people around you in the future. If a stranger approaches you on purpose, please be cautious. We will immediately conduct an identity background check on this person. So please do not go out with them alone.” The agent repeatedly warned.
“What if I try every possible means to get close to others?” Zhuang Li took a small sip of the milk and asked with interest.
“It’s an honor for a person to be approached by you, but we will also investigate his identity and background. Please enjoy your meal, we’ll be leaving first.” The agent said and left the apartment.
Zhuang Li picked up his chopsticks and ate breakfast slowly, his mood not affected at all.
7480, however, seemed to have lost his soul, and kept muttering, “Master, how long have you been in this world? One day? If I remember correctly, one day? Really just one day? Why so fast?”
In just one day, the Child of Destiny was killed by the host. Such speed…
7480 hugged himself silently, shaking the flesh on his body, and kept murmuring: “What are you afraid of? This is your master! What are you afraid of? This is your master…”
After a few times, it finally stopped shaking, and for some unknown reason, it felt a little proud.
Zhuang Li picked up a fried dumpling and placed it on a plate, dipping it in vinegar. His tone was very nonchalant: “Si Ming’s time is running out. I don’t have time to play games with those rubbish.”
“So you originally wanted to have fun with them, right?” 7480 inquired cautiously.
“Yes, I had such a plan. Teng Xuan is very conceited, so I wanted to destroy his pride in all aspects and make him live in frustration for the rest of his life.”
“Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo like to race cars, play games, and bully men and women. I was going to send them to jail for a few years.”
“Xiu Yue likes to watch plays, I would have made him spend the rest of his life squatting under the overpass watching plays with a broken bowl in his hand.”
“Whatever they care about most, I would take away. That’s the game I set for them.”
Zhuang Li took a bite of the fried dumpling and sighed, “This process could have been fun, but it’s a pity I didn’t have the time.”
Hearing this, 7480 breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer felt that the Child of Destiny being arrested and imprisoned was a terrible thing. If Destiny’s child had not been sent to juvenile detention, but had been toyed with by this big devil, the ending would have been even more tragic!
Wasn’t Zhuang Xu, who was bullied into committing suici*e by hitting his head against a pillar, the best lesson for them?
“Master is mighty, Master 666!” 7480 raised his fat arms and shouted a few slogans fearfully.
Zhuang Li curled his lips and smiled, seeming to find its reaction very interesting.
After finishing breakfast and putting on his school uniform, Zhuang Li spent half an hour fixing his hair in front of the mirror at the door before picking up his schoolbag and preparing to go to school.
As he rode the elevator down, he pulled out his phone, logged onto the campus network, and wrote a diary entry: [Teng Xuan, game over.] The words “game over” were written in bright red, superimposed over Teng Xuan’s name.
Then, Zhuang Li chose to make the diary public.
That was to say, starting today, netizens who were interested in him could openly visit his homepage and see his private feelings without “Red Falcon” having to work hard to hack into his account and take screenshots and repost them.
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Before morning self-study every day, students in Chongming had the habit of checking the campus network or forum.
The hottest topic at the moment was naturally the love betting live broadcast game. However, after logging into the relevant website, everyone was surprised to find that the live broadcast account of the four-member group had been permanently cancelled, the love forum they founded had also been banned, and all remarks that were unfavorable to Zhuang Li had been deleted.
“What happened? Who did it?”
“Could it be the god of sleep?”
“His relationship with Zhuang Li isn’t that good.”
“It should be school.”
Everyone was talking about it and had their own guesses.
Then someone else exclaimed, “F**k! Go check out Zhuang Li’s campus homepage. He’s opened up his diary!”
Everyone quickly logged into the campus network, and the first thing that caught their eyes was Teng Xuan’s name, which was marked as “game over”.
Even a fool could see that Zhuang Li was provoking him. He clearly declared in his diary that Teng Xuan was finished, the game was over, and the ultimate winner was him!
“What does that mean? How come Teng Xuan is game over for no reason? What about the upcoming monthly exams? What about the mock exams? Will he lose the top spot in the class and the grade? Will that looting list not count anymore?” someone asked in surprise.
“It looks like the game is over early.”
“I don’t know what happened to Teng Xuan. Why is it game over?”
“Just wait until Teng Xuan comes and ask him and you’ll know.”
“Zhuang Li might be bluffing.”
Everyone gathered together and whispered, with excited expressions on their faces as if they were watching a good show.
Xiu Yue, who was inexplicably scolded by his father when he came out, felt a little nervous for some reason. He took his mobile phone and went outside to call Teng Xuan, but the call was never connected; then he called Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo, but there was no response from them as well.
What happened to the three of them?
Xiu Yue returned to the classroom with a frown, only to find that Si Ming, who was always late, had come particularly early today. He was now standing with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the classroom door with a fierce look in his eyes.
Zhong Xingyun held up the phone and whispered something to his ear with a secret smile on his face.
These two people should also be discussing the diary post that Zhuang Li just released.
In just one day, Zhuang Li had already completed a counterattack from obscurity to fame. He was indeed very capable.
Xiu Yue suppressed his anxiety, sat back in his seat, and looked towards the classroom door, waiting with everyone for the person that everyone was paying attention to.
At half past seven, Zhuang Li walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag, followed by Teacher Zhou, whose face was flushed and smiling brightly.
Everyone looked at Zhuang Li, then were stunned and their jaws dropped.
After a complete showdown with Teng Xuan, Zhuang Li was no longer hunched over and gloomy but revealed his true nature openly and completely.
His school uniform had been fashionably altered, with the waistline narrowed a few inches and the trouser legs shortened. He wore a pair of white sneakers, which made him look slim, long-legged, and dashing. His curly hair was styled in a messy style, and his narrow eyes casually scanned everything around him, like an aristocrat stepping out of a medieval painting, so proud and arrogant.
The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then it broke out into a commotion.
“Damn, is this Zhuang Li? I can’t even recognize him!”
“I didn’t recognize him either! His appearance and clothes remained the same, only his temperament changed. He looks like a completely different person.”
“Teng Xuan lost miserably! His grades, looks, temperament, character, and tactics—he was completely defeated. No wonder he once suppressed Zhuang Li so harshly!”
Zhuang Li walked through the whispering crowd without being affected at all. Instead he narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and looked at Si Ming intently.
Si Ming naturally took Xiao Curly’s schoolbag, stuffed it into the drawer, and whispered, “I saw the diary entry you updated this morning. Don’t you want to play anymore?”
“No more playing around. Time is life.” Zhuang Li took out his cell phone and sent a message to Mr. Liu, asking about the preparations for the laboratory.
“Yes, your current task is to concentrate on your studies and get into a good university in the future.” Si Ming advised earnestly.
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