Chapter 23 [VIP]

Tan Chuanlu was completely bewildered.

I was genuinely dumbfounded.

It's like an orange meeting a banana, a deep-sea fish seeing a bicycle, and a nourishing soup passing by a spicy hot pot restaurant.

His brain was completely devoid of any thought process to respond to Wei Guan's subtly suggestive remark.

Tan Quelu could only ask the system in bewilderment: "What does Wei Guan mean by that?"

Of course, an electronic product of the system is also incomprehensible.

It glanced at the book on puppy love on the table, seemingly understanding but not quite, and muttered its guess: [Host, does the big boss think you're dating too early, so he wants you to break up?]

[He's rich and powerful, and he doesn't understand why the host would be with F1 for money... That's right, he thinks the host is materialistic!]

I see.

Tan Quelu suddenly realized, looked at Wei Guan, her clear black eyes very serious: "Wei Guan, I won't break up with you."

"Even if you look down on me, even if you have money and power, even if you think I'm materialistic, I will not break up with Zhong Wan."

“.

Wei Guan pondered for a moment slowly, then slowly said, "Was what I just said in Mandarin?"

It feels like I'm communicating with aliens. How did I arrive at the above conclusions?

“Even if you try to persuade me in Arabic, I won’t break up with you.” Tan Quelu’s tone was resolute: “Zhong Wan is now God’s possession, I can’t throw her away.”

Wei looked at him, and after a few seconds, repeated slowly, "It's God's stuff."

“That’s right.” The boy raised his hands, half-clasped them together in front of his chest, his eyes pious and earnest: “Everything he has belongs to the merciful God, everything.”

Money, power, emotions, life.

Everything and everything.

“Then he’s very lucky.” Wei Guan nodded, calmly saying, “So he’s the only lucky one who can belong to God?”

"Of course not."

Elm immediately smiled, her eyes crinkling with a pure and beautiful light, and said softly, "God is so merciful, how could He bear to save only one person? Soon there will be many more who belong to God. He is never biased; He will save every twisted soul equally."

Xia Xing, Xie Chenbi, and Wei Zhiyan.

They will all be transformed by Tan Quelu himself into God's most devout believers.

"Why should they belong to God?"

"Because they are guilty."

Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating the boy's porcelain-white face with an angelic purity. His expression was compassionate as he murmured a judgment: "They are filled with sin, their souls so filthy. They need to be cleansed, to follow God's guidance onto the right path..."

Wei Guan listened patiently as he finished rambling, then took a bottle of water from the car refrigerator, unscrewed it, and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

“You’re welcome.” Wei looked at him, his eyes dark. “So, what if I also want to belong to God?”

Tan Quelu spat out a mouthful of water: "Cough, cough cough!"

The system panicked: [Host? Host, are you alright?!]

Tan Quelu ignored it, took the tissue Wei Guan offered but didn't touch it, her brows furrowed slightly: "You also want to belong to the gods?"

Water droplets dripped from his porcelain-white, pointed chin.

Wei Guan raised his hand, his long, strong fingers gently hooking the water droplets from Que Lu's body with a distant air.

"Is it not allowed?" The man looked at the green-clad woman with his handsome eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly. "After listening to you say so much, I suddenly feel like I was just living a pointless life before I met you."

"So I also want to join this big family and live with a merciful God."

Tan Quelu looked at him for a long time, then shook her head: "No, you don't want to."

"I think."

"You're not allowed to think about it."

Tan Quelu looked very serious, as if he wanted to persuade Wei Guan. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "Give me your hand."

Wei Guan did as instructed and extended his right hand.

Tan Quelu also reached out and gently placed his hand on Wei Guan's, closing his eyes to feel something. His hand was very white, with a very light callus on the web of his hand, a mark left from his past shooting practice.

However, Wei Guan actually had one too, and it was quite thick.

He can also use a gun, and his skill level is no less than that of Elk.

Wei Guan looked down at Que Lu's hand, feeling the warmth emanating from his palm, his expression unreadable.

After feeling around for a while, Tan Quelu opened her eyes again: "Come a little closer."

Wei Guan continued to do as instructed.

The van wasn't small, but Wei Guan's broad shoulders and long legs made the space feel cramped as he moved closer. Tan Quelu looked up and met the young man's dark eyes; their breaths mingled in the silence.

The system was dumbfounded.

[Host, this doesn't seem right...]

Elk Green ignored it, looked away, gestured for Wei Guan to sit back down, and said seriously, "I just felt it, and you are innocent."

“An innocent person only needs to practice with a devout heart in daily life, so you don’t need to belong to God.”

Wei watched him, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table. "Really not going to use it?"

"Really, no need." The boy answered without hesitation, his expression leaving no room for doubt.

Wei Guan nodded, finally realizing that Que Lu had her own set of principles regarding God, sin, cleansing, and the world.

In Tan Quelu's eyes, this world doesn't seem real. It's like playing through a bloody strategy game or a cheesy, melodramatic novel; money is just a number, power is just a faction, and the only thing that exists and must be strictly enforced is God.

A merciful God established His principles for life.

Just like a child who is sensitive to order during their developmental stage, if their behavior is forcibly disrupted, they will unconsciously throw a tantrum.

The children will only cry and scream at most.

He said that if he were to be forcibly interfered with, he would kill someone if necessary.

A black van slowly drove into the huge estate and stopped in front of the villa.

The driver turned around respectfully: "Mr. Wei, Que Lu, we've arrived at the classroom."

Tan Quelu responded, immediately picked up her schoolbag, and nimbly got off the bus first.

The sun was shining brightly.

Wei watched the boy's slender, tall figure from behind, his dark eyes handsome, and thought calmly.

So he's not easy to coax.

You need to teach slowly.

......

[Host, is the powerful NPC truly innocent?]

As soon as the system broke free from the strange atmosphere, it immediately asked curiously: "But the original work mentions him several times, saying he's decisive, ruthless, and that he was very difficult to deal with in his youth, having no friends whatsoever."

Is this really considered an innocent person? I think it's doubtful.

"Do your thoughts matter?"

Tan Quelu walked into the classroom and put down her schoolbag: "Even if he is guilty, what can a good-for-nothing like you do?"

[...]

The system, nearly brought to tears by the scolding, stammered: "Host...you're right...anyway, our goal is to ensure the protagonist's safety, then get tortured and jump off a building to commit suicide. Hmm, getting perfect scores is the most important thing right now!"

Tan Quelu remained silent.

Looking at his pure and serene face, the system felt a little uneasy. God, atonement, cleansing... the host must just be joking, right?

After all, they no longer have the chance to rewind time, and they can't afford to take any risks. They should just stick to the main storyline.

Tan Quelu raised her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.

The classroom was quiet. This villa was located in the actual Wei family manor, with three floors and floor-to-ceiling windows on all one side. The entire hall had been opened up and fitted with a huge, magnificent pipe organ, serving as Tan Quelu's practice room for her elective course.

The professor of the elective course was sitting at the head of the table, waiting for him.

After calming itself down, the system couldn't help but exclaim: "As expected of a welfare NPC tycoon, this is far more extravagant than the public music room in St. Weston!"

Wei Guan walked in as if it were the right occasion, glanced around the villa, and looked at Que Lü: "Do you like it?"

He deliberately didn't have the butler decorate it in a church style, but rather in a simple and bright metallic style.

Elm nodded and asked him, "You didn't have work today? Why are you following me?"

"I'd like to hear you play the piano." Wei Guan leaned against his desk, joking for once: "What, you're not welcome?"

Tan Quelu shook her head, her confidence shining brightly: "I play the piano very well, why wouldn't you welcome me? You're very welcome."

He also instructed the other party: "You can record a video of me later, a video of my back, from a distance of about three meters away."

"good."

Professor Lin, who was preparing to teach, listened with a silent sense of amazement.

She had taught at St. Weston for many years, and Wei Guan was practically someone she had watched graduate. She remembered that this guy was a loner, had always seemed asexual since childhood, and as he grew up, he devoted himself entirely to his work, not even being close to his family.

When did I become so close to an 18-year-old high school senior?

Looking at Que Lü's pure and porcelain-white face, and then thinking about the age difference between the two, Professor Lin suddenly felt the same worry as the Wei family driver about being shot.

Despite her thoughts, she remained outwardly calm.

After the elective course ended and the butler saw the professor off, Tan Quelu finally had time to play the piano for Wei Guan.

The villa's interior is bright and airy, allowing for maximum enjoyment of the music. Tan Quelu raises her eyes and lightly plucks a melody.

Sunlight streamed down from above him, making the young man appear as if he were wearing a white robe and a wreath. With his back to thousands of believers, his porcelain-white, holy face showed neither sorrow nor joy.

Countless fragments of memories flash back.

The mothers stared coldly at the young boy, condescendingly questioning, "Why did you back down today? This is the fate of a traitor, and you must record it all!"

"Why are you vomiting? These are the remains of a traitor. You must cleanse yourself of your sins. Why can't you even tolerate this much?"

Why can't you even memorize the simplest accounting entries?

"Why can't you even learn such basic marksmanship!"

"Why can't you beat them? How can you face God?!"

The fathers held his hands down, and with each question they uttered, they broke one of his fingers without expression.

"Does it hurt? What should I say if it hurts? Hmm?"

You should read the manual.

Merciful God, forgive all twisted lives; merciful God, guide all lost souls; merciful God, cleanse all dark sins...

"Stop crying! Tears are the most useless thing!"

"Climb over here devoutly and tell me, what do you want most?"

The frail child looked up, his broken finger bones struggling to move forward, and slowly crawled to the front of the giant statue.

His pale, childlike face, dried of tears, held a hoarse, stammering voice: "Justice, peace, happiness..."

"That's right, justice, peace, and happiness."

The icy hand finally fell, stroking his head coldly like a snake: "No hunger, no sickness, no of what you experienced when you were a wanderer."

"Only a merciful God can do that."

"The mission of the temple is to save the world. God has brought you back, so you must create an absolutely wonderful world, understand?"

"I want to create an absolutely wonderful world."

Repeat it one more time.

"I want to create an absolutely wonderful world."

"I want to create an absolutely wonderful world, I want to create an absolutely wonderful world, I want to create an absolutely wonderful world..."

Wei Guan stood in the center of the spacious hall, slowly frowning.

But he didn't interrupt; he stood quietly and listened to the eerie melody until the end.

As the music ended, Tan Quelu turned around, her innocent eyes crinkling into a smile: "Did you record it for me?"

Wei Guan hummed in agreement, and seeing him get up and come over, he handed him the phone.

Tan Quelu looked down at the video and nodded in satisfaction: "Wei Guan, your photography skills are pretty good."

"You weren't very skilled the first time, that's because you played well."

Wei Guan and he walked side by side out of the villa and slowly headed towards the main building.

The Wei family manor consists of several building complexes, with different landscape features between the buildings. Tan Quelu looked around at these expensive landscapes and said sincerely, "Wei Guan, your house is even bigger than my previous house."

The temple he had lived in before was already considered luxurious, after all, it had to accommodate thousands of believers, but the Wei family's temple occupied a much larger area than the temple, and what was even more remarkable was that the overall style was warm, with natural plants as the main feature, lush and green, which was nothing like Eden's cold and hard style.

The system exclaimed: "This is the power of a top-tier wealthy family in a melodramatic novel!"

Wei Guan followed his gaze and said in a calm voice, "The manor was the style set by my elders. I usually live in the Eden Building."

Tan Quelu said "oh" and followed him into a central villa. This was obviously where Wei Guan stayed every time he returned home. The cold metallic color greeted him as soon as he entered, and there were very few servants, with only a few pruning branches in the yard.

The study was quiet and tidy.

Wei Guan sat opposite Tan Quelu: "Was your previous place very small?"

"What?" Tan Quelu immediately became alert. "So what if I live in a small place? Do you think I'm materialistic? Or do you want to break me up with Zhong Wan?"

Wei Guan calmly denied it: "No, I'm just a little envious of him, that he was chosen by a merciful God to be transformed."

Tan Quelu immediately smiled with pride: "You have good taste."

Wei Guan skipped the topic, clicked on the floating screen on his desk, and pulled up a spreadsheet: "Take a look."

Tan Quelu looked up and saw that it contained all his grades since he entered university, including each professor's private evaluation, score predictions, and grade comparisons. On the other side was the list of admission scores for Capital University over the years.

“There are midterms at St. Weston at the end of November. You obtained a language certificate before transferring, which meets the application requirements, and your elective courses are good, so you can aim for the top three. However, your grades in regular subjects are in the middle to lower range.”

Wei Guan's voice was calm. He seemed to be in Eden's conference room at the moment. His handsome and sharp eyes looked at Tan Quelu and tapped the screen: "With this level, it will be difficult to get into the Capital University."

The system sighed: [Forget about getting into the capital university, host, your current goal is a perfect score on your midterms. Otherwise, you won't complete the plot points and they'll be forcibly eliminated!]

Tan Quelu ignored it, staring blankly at the report card: "What should we do?"

“I will inform St. Weston that the regular courses in Class A will proceed at this pace from now on.”

The man raised his hand, swiped across the explanatory diagram on the floating screen, and patiently explained to Elm Green: "High school seniors are on holiday today because the professors are adjusting their lesson preparation plans."

“All the regular classes in Class A are a bit too much for you. I’ve had the professors create a short-term schedule tailored to your actual level. Don’t worry about the others. Just follow along for a week and see how it goes. If you have any problems, just let me know.”

"But I personally think you'll adapt."

He looked at Elm Green: "You're very smart; you just didn't have the means before."

Tan Chuolu and he looked at each other, recalling the posts on the forum today.

No one knew why St. Weston suddenly gave him a holiday, not even the young masters of Class A. Tan Quelu originally thought Wei Guan just wanted him to have a holiday to practice piano at the Wei family's house, but she didn't expect him to have considered so much.

This is equivalent to throwing all the educational resources of those rich kids in Class A into Tan Quelu without regard to cost.

Elm blinked, looking at Wei Guan with an innocent and bewildered expression, and said in a teasing tone, "Oh, the professors won't have any objections, will they?"

“That’s my task,” Wei Guan said casually. “Your task is simply to study.”

How many research projects could these professors conduct with the annual sponsorship Eden Group provides to St. Weston? He's not a philanthropist; he took the money and enjoyed the benefits, yet he can't even bring himself to do his best to teach Dan Chuanlu. So he should just get out.

No one can object to the decisions made by the health and safety authorities.

Apart from the one in front of you.

Wei Guan watched as Elk Green blinked and tilted its head back, then unconsciously tapped the table lightly with its fingertip, seeking his opinion: "Does Little Elk Green think it's okay?"

A man's greatest charm lies in his problem-solving ability, and the system finally understood this statement.

It screamed in its mind: "[Great! Great! The NPC boss is amazing! Host, we're not doomed!]"

Tan Quelu smiled innocently and nodded to the man: "Sure."

The last syllable of the note had a slight upward inflection.

Wei Guan glanced at him, his voice still indifferent: "In a good mood?"

"The thought of getting a perfect score makes me very happy." Tan Quelu nodded, a smile appearing in her clear, dark eyes: "I've never gotten first place before."

"It will be ready in two months," Wei Guan said. "If all else fails, last place is still first."

"......"

He made a rare joke, and Tan Quelu, being very considerate, didn't roll her eyes. She was drinking water with her head down when she heard Wei Guan ask again, "What do you want to do in the future?"

after?

Tan Quelu asked in confusion, "How long later?"

"A long time later." Wei Guan turned off the floating screen, his dark eyes quietly looking at him: "High school graduation, college graduation. That kind of 'later'."

"How old are you now?"

"almost."

When Tan Chulü spoke, her mind went completely blank.

He suddenly felt a little empty, because no one had ever talked to him about these things. He was like a stupid fish kept in a small pond, unable to imagine the vastness of the ocean until his death.

After pondering for a long time, Tan Quelu said seriously, "I want to create an absolutely beautiful world."

That was the only thought in his mind.

He wanted to dedicate his life to a merciful God.

Wei Guan's automatic translation for "The Green Sparrow": "You're going to start a cult after graduation?"

“This is not a cult.” Tan Quelu immediately stood up, gave Wei Guan a warning look, and frowned, saying, “This world is meant to be absolutely beautiful.”

If Zhong Wan had just said those words, Tan Quelu would have snapped his neck instantly.

The system was terrified by the host's apparent relapse and dared not utter a single word.

Wei Guan looked at the green peacock and repeated softly, "Absolutely wonderful."

"That's right."

Wei Guan pulled a book from the table, opened it, and found a page of basic sketches inside.

He pointed to the shadow of the cylinder: "The world is relative; the existence of shadows is to highlight the light."

"Just as there is a last place, there is a perfect score first place."

His intention was to help Tan Quelu relax. But the boy stood up, slammed the book shut, and said in dark eyes, "Does one only deserve happiness after experiencing pain?"

"This is a distorted set of rules, an exchange that should not exist."

He didn't show a particularly cold expression, but his whole being was like frozen snow, revealing a frosty, fierce undertone. Wei Guan reached out, mimicking Que Lu's previous action, and gently covered the back of Que Lu's hand that was pressing on the book with his palm.

"you're right."

The man nodded: "This world should be absolutely wonderful. I support you."

He strongly supports it.

Peacock paused, the hint of danger in her eyes vanishing, and a few seconds later, her pure and beautiful eyes regained their dominance: "Really?"

"Really." Wei Guan took a tablet out of the drawer, tapped it open, and handed it to him: "A friend gave it to me. I think it would suit you perfectly. Want to take a look?"

Tan Quelu was stunned, and looked down in bewilderment.

The screen displayed a video player page with many officially licensed preschool educational films and cartoons downloaded: *Peppa Pig*, *Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf*, *Fruit Ninja*, *Cinderella*, *Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes*, etc.

Wei Guan lowered his dark eyes and watched Tan Quelu swipe on the tablet for a while. His pupils were bright, and he seemed to actually like it.

He instantly understood the environment he had lived in before; there was probably no form of entertainment, and he hadn't even been taught the most basic common sense.

Instead, they instill some worthless ideas.

A fleeting hint of malice flashed in the man's eyes.

It's like seeing a green tit with its wings forcibly broken.

He quickly composed himself, glanced at the sky outside the window, and said calmly, "It's noon, let's go eat."

"After you finish eating, I'll take you back to St. Weston."

I've already taken half a day off, and it's time to take care of the work at the company.

Tan Quelu nodded and carefully put the tablet into her backpack before obediently going with Wei Guan to another villa for a meal. Since arriving at the Wei family home, he hadn't encountered any other elders of the Wei family.

The black van quickly returned to St. Wiston.

When they parted, Wei Guan gave Tan Quelu a red and green Christmas card.

“Midterm exams are right after Christmas, and I’ll be away on a business trip that day, so consider this an early gift to you.” Wei looked at him and said, “Write down what you want.”

Tan Quelu said "oh," watched the car window close, and then turned and walked into the school.

The dormitory was completely silent.

Xia Xing had been punching the wall all night and had suffered a minor fracture in her finger. She was currently getting her medicine applied in the infirmary with a gloomy expression, not in her dormitory.

Tan Quelu sat down at the table, put down her backpack, and began to write a greeting card seriously.

But he didn't know that the greeting card was a new product from the Eden Group, using a new imaging technology that would display whatever was written on the card on the connected source screen.

So, the back seat of the van.

Before Wei Guan even started working, the screen in front of him suddenly lit up, and familiar handwriting slowly appeared—

Dear Mr. Santa Claus, this is the first greeting card I have ever received, and also the first greeting card I have ever written.

My Christmas wishes this year are as follows: a courtyard house within the Second Ring Road of Beijing, a duplex villa next to the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai, a large villa with an infinity pool and basement in Shenzhen Bay, a penthouse apartment of over 1,000 square meters in Shenzhen Bay, a luxury villa with a vineyard in Belgium, one unlimited black card from each of the four major Chinese banks, a yacht, a helicopter, a Cullinan BB, and a Rolls-Royce Extended Wheelbase.

We hope you will deliver your gift to Room 401, Building 17, St. Weston on Christmas Eve.

grateful! 】

Wei Guan: "".

Inside the dormitory.

Tan Quelu filled the entire card with her wishes before nodding in satisfaction. She then found a new sock and put the card inside.

He instructed the system, "Keep an eye on things, I'm afraid Santa Claus will strangle me with his stockings on Christmas Eve."

System: 【......Yes, host!】

Tan Quelu opened his tablet, ready to watch "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf," when the system suddenly made a sound of surprise, reminding him: [Host, there seems to be a file in the tablet's notes.]

document?

Tan Chuanlu was confused and switched pages.

He was caught off guard and opened the memo that Wei Guan had prepared beforehand—

A Guide to Adolescent Romantic Behavior:

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, borderline sexual behavior, and direct sexual behavior are prohibited.

Eating is fine, but feeding is not.

Looking at each other is okay, but touching is not.

Chatting is fine, but being alone is not.

Studying is fine, but staying up overnight is not.

Take good care of yourself.

Anything that makes you feel uncomfortable is unacceptable.

The system was stunned after reading the entire article.

It couldn't help but exclaim: [Host, the welfare NPC truly lives up to his reputation as a 27-year-old domineering CEO—he's so full of kind and caring concern for the younger generation!]

A note from the author:

After writing the memo, Wei thought: "I'm not feeling well, being the psychology committee member!"

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I set the update time to 00:00 every day after writing the update. If some items don't appear, it's probably due to a Jinjiang card issue, and there's nothing I can do about it.