Chapter 65: Wu Yue: City Hunter

Class 8, Grade 3, the last Chinese class.

Zhai Da successfully advanced from the seventh row to the third row. Theoretically, this represented a huge improvement in grades.

It was actually quite helpful for learning; he could see more clearly and wouldn't be affected by chalk dust and spit, purely a first-class seat.

If one excluded the strange choice of seatmate.

Zhai Da supported his head with one hand, trying his best not to look at Lin Shuyao’s side, and could barely listen to the class.

And Lin Shuyao sat straight, her waist as if reinforced with steel bars, her legs together, having maintained this posture for an hour without changing.

Zhai Da, who was writing and learning, didn't hold steady with one hand, and the eraser fell to the ground, bouncing twice and landing by Lin Shuyao’s feet.

Zhai Da stared for a long time.

Well, he didn't want it anymore.

Lin Shuyao pursed her lips, held it in for a long time, and finally took the initiative to bend down to pick it up, placed it on Zhai Da’s desk, and then continued to sit upright, without saying a word.

The strange atmosphere continued to ferment.

The Chinese class’s topic was slightly boring. Zhai Da listened for half the class, then changed to copying, but not copying the text, but using the [Literary Girl’s Pen] to copy biology knowledge points. As the subject level test approached, he should focus on the main goals.

Besides, in terms of Chinese, all the texts, ancient poems, and the corresponding so-called "standard answers for central ideas" had already been "copied" by him.

When testing with Lu Wei at home, excluding the 70 points for the essay, it was easy to get 80 points out of the remaining 90.

By the way, Lu Wei had also tested with Zhai Da’s homework. Excluding the essay, she only had about 60 points. This was indeed her weak point, and even with the cheat support, it would take some time.

Although Lin Shuyao didn't dare to look over, every hair on her body was sensing Zhai Da’s movements. As soon as Zhai Da moved, the little hairs on her body seemed to receive a signal and stood up.

Her brain seemed to be in class, but in fact, she was thinking of countermeasures. She seemed to be thinking of countermeasures, but in fact, she had already crashed.

They stayed in this stalemate until the end of class. Ding Rong glanced at Zhai Da, then called Yang Fan away for the second time and left the classroom.

It seemed Yang Fan was about to face an office solo.

Zhai Da was packing his schoolbag to leave when Lin Shuyao suddenly said: "Zhai Da... for evening self-study, do you need me to take notes for you?"

Zhai Da looked over suspiciously.

"Aren't you... not coming to evening self-study? I was thinking in case the teacher talks about key points..."

Zhai Da curled his lips: "No need."

Lin Shuyao could only continue to be stiff; she had organized her language for a whole class and only managed to squeeze out these few words.

Zhai Da sighed and said sincerely: "We are just seatmates. There are not many days left to study well, so keep a normal heart, studies are the priority."

What needed to be said had been said; he had no obligation to be a warm man to everyone, they were just ordinary classmates after all.

Lin Shuyao lowered her head and didn't move.

Afterward, Zhai Da left with big strides.

He was still leaving school earlier than most of his grade, but today there was a fellow traveler.

Fan Junwei left the classroom one after the other with Zhai Da. Zhai Da asked curiously: "You aren't going to evening self-study either?"

Fan Junwei nodded: "I asked for leave. The teacher knows my situation."

His grades were even worse than the three who didn't come at all. If it weren't for his grandmother’s wishes, it wouldn't matter if he came or not in these last one or two months.

The two walked side by side toward the school gate. Zhai Da said: "Thanks for just now."

Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, he had to admit that if Fan Junwei hadn't stopped the chair that was being raised, the ending of the matter would have been more troublesome.

Fan Junwei shook his head: "Yang Fan went a bit too far; he shouldn't have treated a classmate like that."

Whether it was Zhai Da or Liu Meng.

The two chatted aimlessly.

"Where are you going since you aren't going to evening self-study?"

"I’m looking for a place to work. I’ll look around today first..."

"Completely giving up on studying?"

"Yeah, I don't want to study anymore. Grandmother is old, and I want to earn money early to let Grandmother rest."

It seemed there were only Fan Junwei and his grandmother in their family.

Zhai Da thought of the two grandparents and grandchildren he saw that morning: "Actually... although it’s not that going to school will definitely earn more, there are generally more opportunities. If, I mean if there is a chance, have you thought about repeating a year?"

He couldn't spare his hands now, and the timing was too late, but if Fan Junwei was willing to learn, the effect of the Old Man’s TV was still quite good. If the other party put his heart into it this summer, he was willing to lend a hand, and repeating a year would at least guarantee a junior college degree.

Fan Junwei smiled, looking very honest.

And also very transparent.

"I could wait for a few years, but Grandmother can't wait."

He looked at the Grade 1 juniors who were leaving school noisily, some with the immaturity of junior high school on their faces. He was once one of them.

But from beginning to end, he and most people in the school were actually not on the same path.

"If it weren't for Grandmother, I actually wanted to work after graduating from junior high... just finishing high school, each generation being better than the last, is Grandmother’s greatest wish."

"I will honestly go to school until the last day, but I will look for a place to work recently. As long as I can earn money, Grandmother can retire a little earlier."

Zhai Da couldn't persuade him anymore. From Fan Junwei’s perspective, he wasn't wrong at all in making this choice.

He once felt that the most precious thing in this world was "if."

But perhaps when feelings are deep enough, even the word "if" has to give way.

Zhai Da said softly:

"Don't be in a hurry to find a place to work; it doesn't matter if it’s a day or two later. You have great strength, but don't look for work that purely sells strength; it hurts your body and won't last long."

Fan Junwei was thoughtful: "I don't have a concept yet... do you think a moving company earns money?"

Zhai Da shook his head: "Don't. Maybe it earns more in other places, but in Dongyang County, it’s purely miserable. Four or five people driving a car for one trip only earns two hundred."

At the school gate, Zhai Da gave Fan Junwei a few more precautions about finding a job and waved goodbye.

Turning his head, he saw another unexpected figure.

Wu Yue was wearing a flashy jacket and jeans, out of place with the passing students in school uniforms, wearing sunglasses on his face, and waving at Zhai Da with a strange laugh.

The security guard at the school gate had been watching him vigilantly, seemingly suspecting that he was a social person who came to cause trouble.

Zhai Da said in surprise: "You are still alive? What is this outfit?"

Wu Yue took off his sunglasses: "Didn't I already change jobs? I can't wear a school uniform, right? It’s too conspicuous."

"Change to what job?"

The sunglasses circled on his index finger, and Wu Yue said dashingly: "City Hunter!"

Then the sunglasses flew out while spinning. Wu Yue broke his pose in one second and hurriedly bent his butt to pick them up.

Zhai Da was so angry he laughed: "Did the report succeed?"

Wu Yue blew the dust off the sunglasses and felt very distressed when he saw a scratch. It cost 20 yuan...

"Of course it succeeded. I have already obtained the reporter’s code. I will go to the police station to get the money in a few days. I squatted at the intersection and counted. 20 people were caught! The little red houses on a whole street were all closed!"

"How many? 20?"

Is the labor intensity of these little red houses on the street so high now?!

Working continuously!

Zhai Da gave a thumbs up, then turned it to the downward direction: "Really wicked. Then why did you come to school today? Looking for me?"

"Of course I have to report the battle results to Master. After all, I was taught by you."

"Don't drag me into this. I am a good young man who is incompatible with gambling and drugs. You are purely destroying social tacit understanding for personal gain."

That row of little red houses, passing by at night, was as red and prosperous as the New Year. Do you really think the local Uncle Hat doesn't know!

No... this is equivalent to double risk, he still couldn't rest assured:

"Tell me, how did you report it? Don't reveal any chicken feet and be retaliated against."

Wu Yue laughed: "That won't happen. I’ve read a lot of materials."

"《Detective Conan》?"

"That’s too childish. I’m watching American dramas now, 《If You Are a Brother, Come to Prison to Save Me》 and 《Breaking Bad Chemistry Teacher》. I’ve watched them several times."

"Talk about your crime process... I mean reporting process."

Wu Yue followed behind, very excited:

"I wear different clothes every day and observe from different directions. Sometimes I wear a hat, sometimes sunglasses, and I’ve even used tattoo stickers. In short, I won't reveal any flaws."

"After many days of investigation, I counted the number of employees and customers in the four little red houses on that street. They have a certain vigilance but it’s not high. However, I felt there weren't enough people, so I spent twenty yuan to print some small cards."

Zhai Da: "...what kind of small cards?"

"Original price 200, store anniversary today, 100 for the whole venue. By the way, they were originally 100."

"You went in to play!?"

Zhai Da silently pulled away a little distance...

"Are you kidding? I still have this bit of professional ethics. I saw people paying from afar. In short, I threw the small cards everywhere at night, specifically looking for the vicinity of small hotels. The traffic on that street reached its peak last night."

Zhai Da was numb...

"I calculated that one administrative penalty is 1000. Of course, it’s impossible to penalize everyone, probably about half. Plus, destroying the place itself is 2000. This time there should be a bonus of 10,000 waiting for me. I will find a cousin to collect the reporter’s code later."

Zhai Da didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

If you say he is doing a good deed... you definitely can't say it.

If you say he is doing a bad deed... it doesn't conform to our core values...

So it can only be described with one word, which is abstract opening the door to abstract, abstract to the house!

He never realized that Wu Yue had intelligence and execution ability that exceeded ordinary people, at least far exceeding his peers!

This guy... is he in some sense...

A genius?!