Chapter 19

Tan Quelu discovered that she had been commented on by a lunatic again.

Just as I returned to my dorm carrying the luxury goods, the system spoke up: [Host, the protagonist isn't here!]

Tan Quelu hummed in agreement, stuffed all the gifts from F1 into the wardrobe, and casually closed the door.

“His file has been discovered, so of course we have to rush back to Lingqing to fix it.”

The system was extremely impressed with the host's series of extreme maneuvers.

Xie Chenbi got her phone back, but the crucial chat history was deleted, leaving her completely unaware of the protagonist's identity.

The Seagull Welfare Institute learned that Xia Xing had been exposed, which was a good opportunity to salvage the situation. They then took action against the investigator based on the screenshots taken by the host, ensuring that the investigator would not survive and would have to report to Xie Chenbi a second time.

[Finally, the crisis for F2 is over! The protagonist is alive, and so can we!]

Dream on.

Tan Quelu didn't speak, but first searched for Wujiang Group, and the webpage quickly displayed information:

[The Xia family, a long-established and prestigious family in Westchester City, founded St. Weston School. Their subsidiary, Wujiang Group, is a powerful and leading real estate company. In xxxx, due to policy and political changes, Wujiang Group gradually lowered its profile and retreated to a secondary position in Westchester City...]

The Xia family were the original founders of St. Weston.

Tan Quelu clicked on the St. Weston school emblem and, sure enough, found the barely visible initials of Wujiang Group under the prominent Eden logo.

System: [The protagonist is an adopted son of the Xia family, so is this a power struggle between several established and emerging powerful families in Vis City? Is St. Weston just one insignificant battlefield among them?]

"You seem to have gotten a little smarter."

[Hehe, of course I have to be smart when I'm following my host!]

Tan Quelu smiled, then lowered her head again to type and search: "When someone confesses their love to you, what are some common phrases and reactions to use when accepting their confession?"

The system was bewildered: [Host, whose confession are you going to accept? The generous NPC?]

Tan Quelu paused, then suddenly frowned: "Shut up."

"How could it be Wei Guan? It's F1."

【Oh, oh, oh! So it's F1!】The system quickly responded, not daring to say why it couldn't be Wei Guan.

It felt that the host and the powerful NPC had a lot in common: one cosplayed a young murderer covered in blood, and the other could make a video call to the murderer as if nothing had happened.

[The host doesn't even like F1, so why did she agree to his confession? I think he's completely unworthy of the host!]

"F2 should have already found my Weibo account. Xia Xing's file is not completely safe yet. We can't give him time to react. It's best to agree to be with Zhong Wan immediately."

Let's get Xie Chenbi's attention first.

As for whether you like it or not.

Tan Quelu had never had this concept in his mind; he couldn't understand it, just as an orange can't understand a banana, a deep-sea fish can't understand a bicycle, and a health tea can't understand spicy hot pot.

Two completely different worlds.

The webpage popped up with various confession strategies and couple records. Tan Quelu lowered her eyes and wrote them down, then opened WeChat.

The conversation that Wei Guan sent this morning is still sitting alone in the chat box.

After the rollback, I was busy dealing with F1 and F2 and didn't have time to check my phone. That's when Tan Quelu finally had time to reply.

The church has been put up for auction.

[Link.]

The pipe organ has been temporarily moved back to the Wei family home.

[Tell me where you've chosen, and I'll have someone move it.]

[Wei Guan.]

A video call popped up instantly.

Tan Quelu blinked and hung up.

Play it again.

Tan Quelu hesitated for two seconds, then got up, sat at the desk facing the balcony window, and clicked to answer the call.

The screen lit up.

Wei Guan looked up and saw the pure and innocent boy bathed in the bright sunlight, looking completely bewildered, a far cry from the blood-stained, ferocious boy he had been a few hours earlier.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly: "What are you doing?"

Talking about Green: "Being a powerful person."

Growing towards the sun, it possesses great power.

Wei Guan remained silent, gazing intently and calmly at Que Lu. After a long while, he finally spoke: "So, did you have a fulfilling day?"

When asked about his experience with the green-clad plum blossom, he honestly replied, "I'm a little tired, but I feel very powerful."

That solves the problem.

Wei Guan hummed in agreement and didn't bring it up again. Tan Quelu noticed that he was surrounded by the familiar leather seats and windows and asked with some confusion, "Wei Guan, haven't you arrived in Avalon yet?"

The capital isn't far from Vis City, only a two- or three-hour drive. Why is Wei Guan still in the car?

"Something came up unexpectedly." Wei Guan said curtly, then sent him a few documents, gesturing for him to take a look: "The church will be auctioned off soon. These are the estimated uses of the donations after they arrive. What do you think?"

Tan Chuanlu opened it.

The document was concise and clear, and the funds listed by Wei Guan were all practically used, taking into account food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Most importantly, it included educational resources—he actually approved a plot of land directly for the children to be used for future school construction.

"Wei Guan, you're so kind."

It's rare for someone to notice how bright their eyes are when talking about peacock green.

Wei looked at him and said, "Since I'm so good, aren't you going to listen to me?"

"Student Elk Green has allocated funds to improve the meal standards at the Vis City Welfare Home. The second document outlines the dietary plans for all children, so starting today, you will also be following these standards when getting your meals at the cafeteria."

Tan Quelu stared blankly at the document.

He still adheres to the detention center's dietary habits, eating the same few dishes every day. Wei Guan has seen his meal records, and to be honest, even the birds Wei's family keeps eat more than this.

Plain congee with eggs, stewed cabbage with meat, and stir-fried chicken with carrots.

No wonder she's so thin.

Wei watched him remain silent and said calmly, "The church was a gift from me to you, so the donations are also yours."

"Wouldn't your God be very happy to see that you've donated so much?"

Tan Quelu got excited as soon as he heard the name.

The boy immediately nodded, closed his eyes tightly, and clasped his hands devoutly: "The merciful God can see all sin and goodness. He is always with us, He is always quietly accompanying us, and He is always silently watching over us."

walk slowly.

Wei Guan remained unfazed: "Then eat. Your gods will be pleased. How can you be a powerful person if you don't eat your fill?"

"By the way, take a picture after you get your food every day and send it to me. I'll check it for your god."

Tan Quelu opened her eyes and nodded obediently: "Okay, Wei Guan."

After smoothing over this seemingly innocent but actually manipulative woman, Wei Guan hung up the video call and gestured for the driver to leave.

The main gate of St. Weston.

The security captain stood ramrod straight, respectfully leading his team on the roadside, watching the familiar license plate disappear into the distance.

Only after the car disappeared down the street did someone dare to ask in bewilderment, "Sis, what's Mr. Wei doing at the school all of a sudden? He stayed in the car all morning, and left without doing anything?"

The security guard shook his head: "This is not something we should know."

"Alright, let's go back."

......

Tan Quelu was unaware that Wei Guan had turned back from Avalon to St. Weston because of his save file, and had been waiting for his reply all morning.

He hung up the phone, kept his promise, printed out the weekly diet plan that Wei Guan had sent, and hung it on the wall in front of his desk.

Today is Sunday. Lunch should be stir-fried asparagus and shrimp, steamed sea fish, beef and mushroom mixed grain rice, and a bowl of mushroom and chicken soup.

Tan Quelu slung her backpack over her shoulder, held an umbrella, and obediently went to the cafeteria to get her food.

The system dared not speak. It always felt that there was something strange between the host and the powerful NPC, especially after the third rollback, when their conversations were as smooth as cream melting.

Even this mechanical life form can't understand it!

Fortunately, Tan Quelu quickly snapped out of his obedient state. After finishing his meal, he opened his phone and checked Weibo.

As expected, those two Weibo posts received a series of likes and comments.

User tqlhpl: [You're so different from what I imagined.]

User influx - reborn version: 【What happened?】

User tqlhpl: [I will never like you again, ever.]

User frenzy - a reborn version: 【The whole world bullies my boy while I'm away.】

A note from the author:

Could my girls please feed me some nutritional fluid? (opens mouth) (Ah)