Chapter 8

Longshan No. 1 High School, Discipline Office.

"Old Chen, isn't your student Luo Chenyu mentally unstable? I scolded him a few days ago, and he didn't show up for two days. Now he finally comes back to awaken, and he pulls another stunt like this!"

The Discipline Director's face was filled with indignation as he paced back and forth in the office.

"I covered for him the first time, and now this brat dares do it again? Wang Meng won't be easy to deal with, and the school can't just sit idle!"

"Tell me how to handle this!"

Chen Laoshi, homeroom teacher of Class 15, Grade 3, remained silent, his heart equally helpless.

To let Luo Chenyu solve it himself—he solves it this way…

He didn't inherit his family's Berserker profession, but his behavior inherited it perfectly.

"Old Yu, you know his family situation—give him another chance!"

"Who gives me a chance?"

Facing Chen Laoshi's words.

The Discipline Director's few strands of hair were disheveled in the wind.

"No, this time he must be punished—severely. Otherwise, what authority does this Discipline Director have?"

Chen Laoshi truly had no way to voice his suffering.

And at this moment.

"Tap tap tap!"

A knock came at the door.

"Come in!" The Discipline Director's frantic expression vanished instantly; his face returned to its usual sternness.

…

"Good morning, Teacher Yu, Teacher Chen!"

Ye Xingtong stood obediently before the desk, beside her, Luo Chenyu remained silent.

"Miss Ye, why did you two come together?"

The Discipline Director's expression softened instantly upon seeing Ye Xingtong; his tone became extremely gentle, afraid of leaving a bad impression on the "treasure of Longshan No. 1."

An S-rank hidden class Mage—Longshan City hadn't seen one in nearly twenty years.

According to reliable sources, all top ten universities in the Xuanlong Nation had mobilized to come to Longshan City, all for this little girl.

Ye Xingtong smiled sweetly and said: "I came to…"

But as Ye Xingtong opened her mouth, her words were cut off by Luo Chenyu beside her.

"Teacher Yu, I want to make a deal with the school—Miss Ye is here as a witness!"

"Huh? A deal?"

The Discipline Director's eyes flickered with displeasure as he glanced at Chen Laoshi, clearly implying: "Is this the student you've raised?"

A student making a deal with the school? He'd never heard of such a thing.

If Ye Xingtong weren't here, given his usual temperament, he'd already be raging.

"Tell me—what qualification does a newly awakened student have to make a deal with the best school in Longshan City?"

Luo Chenyu showed no fear of the Discipline Director's stern inquiry; he met his gaze directly and countered: "Mutual benefit—what qualification is needed?"

At these words.

The Discipline Director clearly froze.

Then he roared with fury: "Mutual benefit? That's the funniest joke I've heard this year!"

Luo Chenyu acted as if he hadn't heard, smiled faintly, and said: "Give me access to the beginner dungeon, and I'll give the school a satisfactory assessment score. How about it?"

"Hehehe… You're planning to have Miss Ye carry you?"

The Discipline Director sneered, contempt in his eyes: "Your thinking is so childish. No wonder your grades are always last—you really are mentally unstable!"

"Teacher Yu!"

Ye Xingtong's face darkened instantly; she spoke up to defend Luo Chenyu: "You're the Discipline Director—you can discipline him, but personal attacks are excessive! Besides, Luo Chenyu is entering solo mode!"

"Uh…" The Discipline Director had more barbs ready, but seeing Ye Xingtong's clearly displeased face, he suppressed his impulse.

Even the punishment he'd planned stuck in his throat, unspoken.

This little brat—don't dare offend her!

At this moment, Chen Laoshi could no longer stay silent.

He asked: "Student Luo, are you serious?"

Luo Chenyu nodded, expression unchanged: "I can do it."

"You're a tank. What did I teach in class… well, you probably didn't even listen."

Chen Laoshi was utterly helpless—if not for Luo Chenyu's parents saving his life, he truly wouldn't care for this idiot.

For a moment, both teachers fell silent.

"I accept your deal."

A frail voice came from outside the door, jolting the scattered thoughts of those in the office.

As the voice sounded, the door to the Discipline Office quietly opened.

"Principal!"

"Principal, you've come!"

"Grandpa Principal!"

A black formal suit concealed his hunched frame; his pale hair was neatly combed; a scar slashed across his face, radiating a fierce, wild aura.

The man was An Chen, principal of Longshan No. 1 High School.

He raised a hand to halt their words and stepped before Luo Chenyu.

"Little fellow, you're just like your grandfather — full of confidence. This old man will give you a chance!"

"The principal knows my grandfather?"