Chapter 9 09

Two hours ago.

A massive building stands in the heart of Vis City. Inside the spacious and bright top-floor office, a young man in a suit sits behind a desk, his head down, reviewing documents.

There were still double-digit unread emails piling up on his computer. An assistant who had asked him to sign a report had just left outside the door, and a few seconds later, two secretaries came in to report on the latest progress of the research and development.

"Mr. Wei, you need to take a look at this report."

"Mr. Wei, the R&D team needs your signature."

"Mr. Wei, the meeting room is booked for half an hour. Would you like to print the documents now?"

Wei Guan processed his work while signing documents, efficiently and clearly arranging everything. Today was Sunday, and while ordinary employees of the Eden Group were on holiday, only Wei Guan and his high-paid secretarial team were not.

Wei Guan has been in charge of the group for six years and has carried out sweeping reforms to the group's system. Now it's time to reap the rewards.

Six years ago, his reform decisions were met with fierce opposition from half of the board's veterans, but time has proven everything. Eden Group has expanded like never before, and this persistence has earned him the absolute trust of his employees today.

Wei Guan is like a pre-programmed AI machine, methodically leading Eden to devour its competitors and the market.

During a break, I opened Weibo.

He discovered that he had been blocked again.

Wei Guan was not surprised. He deleted his original account and registered a new Weibo account with a virtual number, naming it once again: 【Powerful Observation - Rebirth Version】.

Search for Green-backed Tit, follow and like.

I haven't had a chance to comment yet.

His retina suddenly flashed, and then a jumping red arrow appeared.

The arrow shot forward rapidly, leaping out of the French windows, creating an exceptionally eerie scene.

Wei Guan remained calm, raising his eyes to gaze in the direction of the arrow—the arrow disappeared into the traffic and then sped off towards St. Weston at an incredible speed.

Above the arrow, a line of text is also jumping:

[Please, NPC masters, head to the Story Academy! Complete the weekly encounter quest!]

[Please, NPC masters, head to the Story Academy! Complete the weekly encounter quest!]

[Please, NPC masters, head to the Story Academy! Complete the weekly encounter quest!]

Wei Guan put down his phone and turned to let Eden, the AI ​​entity from headquarters, come in and scan his eyes and brain.

The report indicated that he was not sick.

Eden, the spherical AI, rolled out smoothly again.

The red arrow points to St. Weston School.

Wei Guan lowered his eyes, reopened his phone, and left a comment under user tqlhpl's Weibo post:

Work is paused; I'll go pick it up.

......

Tan Chuolu immediately recognized his handmade umbrella.

The green checkered pattern comes from the batch with the most solid materials. Orders from big manufacturers come with deep pockets, and this one has the thickest canopy. Tan Chuanlu took it seriously, and specially kept one as a souvenir after his release from prison.

But he still looked at Wei Guan, completely bewildered and innocent, and asked, "What umbrella?"

The young man looked at him, and after a few seconds, he suddenly raised his hand and politely put his arm around the slender, green-haired man's shoulder.

"Go inside."

Wei Guan held the umbrella in one hand and switched places with Tan Quelu, walking on the side of the road where cars were.

This was the first time Tan Quelu had been treated like this. But lacking common sense, he was completely unfazed and simply maintained his innocent facade, exclaiming with delight, "Ah, I remember now—the umbrella I lost last time is with you, Mr. Wei! What a coincidence!"

Wei Guan hummed in agreement: "What a coincidence."

The red arrow in his retina finally disappeared.

Before us lies the wooded avenue of St. Weston School.

Under the scorching sun, and with news of Zhong Wan's erratic behavior spreading across the forum, few students wandered around. Only the two of them walked along the quiet, beautiful cobblestone path.

Seeing Wei Guan's thorough knowledge of the route, Tan Quelu was slightly surprised: "Mr. Wei, are you very familiar with St. Weston?"

Wei Guan said, "This is my alma mater."

It turns out that the welfare NPCs also used to study here.

Tan Quelu said "Oh," then suddenly realized and asked, "So what do you think of St. Weston? Is the campus atmosphere friendly? Are the people easy to get along with?"

He asked several questions in a row. Seeing Tan Quelu's serious expression, Wei Guan pondered for a moment before answering seriously: "I didn't have time to pay attention to these things back then."

“I had a lot of work in the student council, and the Wei family also wanted me to get some experience at the grassroots level of the group. I stopped living on campus in the second semester of my first year of high school and continued to do so until I graduated from high school.”

For those three years, his daily routine consisted only of eating, sleeping, studying, and working; he never actively socialized. Of course, no one dared to offend the heir of the Wei family, and everyone treated Wei Guan with utmost respect.

"Then wouldn't every day be work?" Tan Quelu laughed. "Just like you are now."

Wei Guan did not deny it: "Just like me now."

There is only one variable.

I stood right next to him.

Under the green checkered parasol, black leather shoes and white sneakers walked side by side, their steps gradually becoming synchronized.

Tan Quelu listened with great interest, a smile on her innocent face, when she suddenly heard Wei Guan ask, "And you?"

"I?"

"How are you doing?"

Wei Guan glanced at Tan Quelu: "Before coming to St. Weston."

Tan Quelu thought for a moment and simply said, "I'm about the same as you."

He is also very busy.

However, he never attended a regular school, but instead lived in a sanctified building. His parents would arrange for them to attend their respective churches and memorize God's merciful handbook to learn to read. Whoever memorized the handbook first could be the first to punish the traitor on behalf of their parents.

The church had many books on gun/weapon disassembly, but not a single one on language, history, or politics. These things weren't important; what mattered most was that the world was twisted and sinful, and that the children, guided by their mothers and fathers, were purifying it.

They don't need to know any history or politics.

Tan Quelu only learned on the day she was imprisoned that this world was not called the Land of Punishment, and the place where they lived with their mothers and fathers was not called the Temple.

The police are the true authorities, like prestigious universities, while they are like low-level vocational schools.

In fact, even vocational high school graduates may not be able to afford it.

—Tan Quelu's file shows he doesn't even have a primary school education.

The importance of academic qualifications is self-evident. Tan Quelu always felt a little guilty talking about these things, so she quickly changed the subject and looked ahead: "President Wei, I'll be there soon."

Not far away, the familiar dormitory building stood in the sunlight.

"I'll take you to the tree." Wei Guan didn't stop, holding the umbrella in one hand and tapping the silver-gray bracelet on his wrist with the other.

A few seconds later.

Suddenly, a swarm-shaped mechanical ball descended from the sky, its mechanical arm carrying a familiar-looking peacock-green box, which landed smoothly in front of it.

They stopped under a tree to the right of the Wenhua Building.

Tan Quelu opened the box in a daze and found four sets of St. Weston College uniforms with similar styles but different patterns inside.

"collar."

Wei Guan immediately noticed that Tan Quelu's school uniform collar was torn.

It was a very small, inconspicuous hole, and judging from the marks, it was probably accidentally torn after being hand-washed multiple times. St. Weston school uniforms are made of expensive materials, and because of the high price, even specially admitted students know to have them machine-washed.

"St. Weston provides four sets of uniforms per month. The automatic laundry room is on the second floor and uses iris scanning. Did your roommate not remind you at all?"

Wei Guan's expression was particularly indifferent when he spoke.

Tan Quelu shook her head and looked at him earnestly: "I know. But labor is the most glorious, labor is the greatest."

"Moreover, this world is sinful, and I must cleanse my sins through labor. A merciful God will see this and forgive the mistakes made by all beings."

As he spoke, the boy suddenly closed his eyes and made a half-cross gesture with piety and compassion.

"..."

walk slowly.

Wei Guan nodded and calmly replied, "Your god hibernates, so don't wash in winter."

Washing clothes in winter can really make your hands rot.

Tan Quelu said "Oh," took the big box, and surprisingly didn't object.

The system was suspicious, strongly suspecting that the welfare NPCs had undermined the host's faith: [Host, you're not secretly planning to snap the big shot's neck, are you? Don't be impulsive!]

Tan Quelu ignored it and said thank you to Wei Guan: "Mr. Wei, I'm going up now."

He maintained his innocent image and still didn't mention returning the umbrella.

Wei Guan hummed in agreement, closed his umbrella, and watched the boy's slender figure disappear downstairs.

The swarm-like mechanical spheres remained silently in the air.

Wei Guan raised his hand.

As if sensing something, the mechanical ball immediately flew closer, and a red light flashed silently across the screen as it quickly connected with Wei Guan's wristband.

The entire AI smart device in St. Weston is provided by the Eden Group.

Wei Guan is the head of the Eden Group. None of the surveillance cameras in St. Weston can identify or record his face, so if Wei Guan wanted, he could abuse his power to access all the surveillance footage.

But he doesn't have that quirk.

Even a domineering CEO is very busy. Thirty minutes is a rare moment of leisure in his busy schedule. Wei Guan drove away alone on short notice, leaving behind a mountain of work on his desk. When the secretariat opened the door and saw the empty office, they were instantly stunned.

So confused, so helpless, so adorable!

They were about to faint from heart palpitations.

Holding the handmade umbrella, Wei Guan turned around and went back to the car.

He remained calm as he entered the St. Weston system through the connected mechanical sphere, without monitoring anything.

Wei Guan ordered a whole set of books for Tan Quelu's dormitory.

A complete set of popular science books titled "Approaching Science and Rational Religion".

......

[Host, the welfare NPC appeared too suddenly; it hadn't been five minutes since I noticed it, so I didn't detect it in time.]

Tan Quelu hummed in agreement but didn't say anything.

Xia Xing's room door was closed; she seemed to be on the phone. Tan Quelu didn't care and returned to her own room, placing the large box on the table.

All four sets of school uniforms were brand new, the sizes were accurate, and the workmanship and fabrics were much better than the special admission version he received.

Tan Quelu tidied up all four sets of school uniforms, opened the right-hand wardrobe door, and hung them all inside.

Sunlight streamed through the window, clearly defining the boundaries of the wardrobe. The clothes the protagonist had been given to him were carelessly tossed in a corner, grouped with the hanging school uniform on the right side, while the left side contained the luggage Tan Quelu had packed when he was released from prison.

The design is simple and outdated, and the workmanship is ordinary and rough.

Tan Quelu took off her school uniform and put on the T-shirt on the left.

The system knows that the host never wears the expensive brands on the right side of the wardrobe. Apart from the school uniform, Tan Quelu's personal clothes are still those that reek of soap.

Asking questions is to atone for the sins of a merciful God.

The system dared not bring this up, and quickly and weakly reminded: [Host, the senior year midterm exams will be held in St. Weston in two months.]

You must get a perfect score in this exam, shine brightest, and outshine the main character and the F3 to draw attention and ensure the main character's safety!

A perfect score?

Tan Quelu opened the sewing box and leisurely sewed a small hole in the collar of her school uniform without looking up: "Sorry, I didn't graduate from elementary school."

All he knows how to do is operate a sewing machine and make Paradise umbrellas.

[No.] The system was very honest: [The host can even kill people by chanting scriptures, and he does it quickly and effectively!]

A note from the author:

They want nutrient solution now (opens mouth) (Ah—)