PFC Chapter 192: Maybe The One Who Comes To Your Door Is Not The Villain, But The Sufferer?
Chapter 192: Maybe The One Who Comes To Your Door Is Not The Villain, But The Sufferer?
Logistics Department of Soaring Dragon University.
Liu Jingming had a sour expression on his face, as if everyone owed him five million.
The members of the Copy Management Office understood his mood.
After all, more than thirty copies were destroyed for no reason, and the main character had run away without a trace.
As the director of the Copy Management Office, it would be strange if his face didn't look sour.
"Director, should we still look for Chen Yu?" a member of the management office asked cautiously.
"Let it go, let it go," Liu Jingming felt as if he had swallowed a fly, "that kid has probably already reached the maximum level and is doing a job change task. What's the use of finding him?"
It was not common for students to break copies, but it had been happening one after another.
Soaring Dragon University did not have a tradition of making students compensate for copies.
Liu Jingming could only accept his bad luck with these more than thirty copies.
Fortunately, the Copy Management Office was a lucrative department with ample funds.
The broken copies were sent directly for repairs.
As for the shortage of copies in the Rank One copy area, they could only borrow some from the wealthy mentors for the time being.
"Who has extra Rank One copies?" Liu Jingming helplessly looked through the contact list.
He only had a dozen spare Rank One copies.
In other words, he needed to borrow nearly twenty Rank One copies.
"I can only look for them one by one. Sigh, poor me and my old face!" Liu Jingming sighed with a bitter face and started making phone calls.
"Hey, Lao Liu, do you have any spare Rank One copies recently?"
"Oh, right, right, right! Borrow one for me. It's not for personal use! It's for the students to brush in the academy's copy area."
"Then you definitely have to pay rent!"
"Alright, alright, thank you! I'll come pick it up later! Goodbye!"
"Hey, Lao Qian, it's me, Liu Jingming!"
"..."
It took him a full two hours.
Humbly begging dozens of mentors, he finally managed to borrow twenty copies.
Just as Liu Jingming was about to go and pick up the goods, another member of the management office rushed in anxiously.
"Something bad happened, Director!"
Liu Jingming's expression froze instantly, and a sense of foreboding filled his heart, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
"What happened? Tell me!"
"Director! Chen Yu has started destroying copies again!" the member of the management office said with a mournful face.
"He's becoming more and more rampant! In just the past ten minutes, he has destroyed three copies in a row!"
"Director, you need to..."
Before the member of the management office could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing.
Liu Jingming in front of him had already disappeared without a trace.
...
Copy area.
In the copy venue, Chen Yu had just finished clearing a large-scale map copy.
He looked back at the leaderboard, and his achievements had already replaced the first place.
He also checked his Soaring Dragon badge, and the credits had been credited.
"Well then, onto the next one!"
With determined steps, Chen Yu walked towards the exit of the venue, exuding the aura of a true man who never looked back at explosions and faced the world with an unstoppable momentum.
Just as he stepped out of the venue's gate, someone blocked his way.
"Wait!"
It was a man with a gloomy expression.
The sky behind him seemed to turn gray, covered by dark clouds brewing thunderstorms.
"You, are you Chen Yu?!"
The man looked at Chen Yu with a complex gaze.
The infinite resentment and sense of oppression surprised Chen Yu.
"I am Chen Yu," Chen Yu stepped back cautiously, "May I ask, what is the connection between you and me?"
He tried hard to recall any association he had with the man in front of him, who seemed to have been run over by a Tiger tank a hundred times and even made a short film about it.
"Could this person be some top-level genius, overshadowing my brilliance, feeling unwilling and jealous of my talent?"
"I knew it! As the protagonist with special treatment, how could I not have an antagonist coming to challenge me?"
Thinking of this, Chen Yu immediately rubbed his fists, eager to give it a try.
"We have no connection."
The gloomy man approached Chen Yu step by step, gritting his teeth and saying, "But I am looking for you!"
"Speak, what do you want with me?" Chen Yu said calmly.
He pondered whether he should give an evil smile and then use his little finger to clean his ear.
This was the protagonist's ultimate move - the disdain of the king!
But thinking about it, he decided against it.
A crooked smile was easy, but mastering the "evil" technique was not something anyone could do.
For beginners, it was very likely to be mistaken for a fool.
Only those in hidden professions, geniuses among geniuses, the legendary "Dragon King," could master this skill to perfection.
The gloomy man remained silent, only approaching step by step.
Like a volcano about to erupt, slowly accumulating energy.
Once it erupted, it would be earth-shattering, causing all beings to tremble!
One step...
Two steps...
Three steps...
By the time he reached Chen Yu, his momentum had reached its peak, towering like Mount Tai.
Chen Yu frowned, ready to summon plant life and engage in a life-or-death battle.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, the man clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Chen Yu at a standard 45-degree angle.
His expression changed from gloomy to tearful.
"Great God! I beg you! Please stop grinding!"
"Uh, wait, what do you mean?" Chen Yu was dumbfounded.
"No, big brother, please get up first. I, Chen Yu, am not worthy of such a grand gesture from you!"
This was the act of worshiping at an ancestor's grave!
Chen Yu believed that he wouldn't be lying in a coffin for the next short while, let alone be worshipped by future generations.
No, as the Great Principle, how could he possibly end up in a coffin?
"No! If you don't agree, I won't get up!"
Liu Jingming bent over, following Chen Yu's voice, spinning in place while maintaining the posture of worshiping Chen Yu, showing utmost devotion.
He had no other choice!
This year's top scholar had an extraordinary background!
Yesterday, he offended the powerful Cold Xiong, and today he was already lying dead in his own living room!
Although the intelligence department was still investigating the cause of death, Liu Jingming, who was well-informed, had already learned from a colleague in the inspection department that this matter was related to Cold Xiong's clash with this year's top scholar!
As a deputy director of the copy management department, he was not far behind Cold Xiong in terms of status and strength.
So, he had to act from the heart!
"No, you have to let me know what you want me to agree to!" Chen Yu innocently asked.
"Please! Stop destroying the instances!" Liu Jingming pleaded with tears, "If you keep doing this, Rank One Academy will have no instances left to run!"
"This?" Chen Yu's mouth twitched.
So, it wasn't an antagonist coming to slap him in the face, but a debtor coming to collect his debt!
"Great God!" Liu Jingming pleaded bitterly, "I already have no spare instances left! As a deputy director of the copy management department, I already owe a huge debt of twenty Rank One instances!"
"Right! Your purpose in climbing the rankings is for credits, right?"
At this point, Liu Jingming's eyes lit up.
"I can personally compensate you with fifty thousand credits!"
"As long as you stop destroying instances, the credits will be transferred immediately!"