Chapter 17

Cen Xun put his finger on his forehead. Before he could think carefully, he suddenly heard Zhang San say across from him, "By the way, Teacher Cen, can you tell me more about the dream world?"

Zhang San's voice interrupted Cen Xun's thoughts.

Cen Xun came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and fiddled with the food in his bowl: "Is this important?"

"Of course it's important," Zhang San said, swallowing the carrot in his mouth with difficulty. "Since I have to go to the dream world tonight, I must first understand the situation. What if I die as soon as I go in?"

Cen Xun said calmly: "Then just die."

""

"Teacher, you're so ruthless," Zhang San sighed for the nth time. "I know a little bit about the Ghost Realm. If I could know what's going on there, maybe I could deduce more clues."

Cen Xun finally showed some interest: "What is the strange domain?"

"The Ghost Domain is a realm created by high-level ghost monsters. Various rules support this realm," Zhang San added, "most of which are rules that kill people."

Cen Xun held his chin and fell into thought: "Why are all the rules about killing people?"

Cen Xun quickly figured out the reason: "Is it to maintain the operation of the Ghost Domain?"

"Yes," Zhang San gave him an approving look. "Only by constantly capturing humans and absorbing their malice and flesh and blood can the monster obtain enough energy to advance."

"This dream world of H University should be a strange domain that has not yet taken shape."

"I only know that the dream world has cycled fifteen times, and today is the sixteenth," Zhang San asked. "Since the dreams students fill out on the questionnaire will transform into corresponding nightmares in the other world, Teacher Cen, did you try to say the opposite of what you meant on the questionnaire last time?"

Cen Xun twitched the corners of his lips and stared at him thoughtfully: "You seem to know me a little too well."

Under his gaze, Zhang San put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "I believe this is the tacit understanding between strong people."

It's amazing what a telepathic connection there is between powerful people.

Cen Xun was speechless for a moment, feeling quite lost for words. After thinking about it, he didn't hide it from him: "I have tried, but the conditions for success are quite strict."

“Where is the harshness?”

"You need to have a certain level of credibility and be able to convince others." Cen Xun slowly wiped the corner of his lips with a tissue. "The more people who believe in you, the better."

Zhang San instantly understood something and said with a hint of meaning, "No wonder you fooled others into believing you were the principal. This is why."

"Once you enter the dream world, the 2,300-plus new students will all believe you're the real principal," Zhang San applauded Cen Xun. "And you can then take over the principal's role, thereby competing with the real principal."

Cen Xun smiled slightly: "You are very smart, but people who are too smart usually don't live long."

Zhang San shook his head: "No, I want to live longer."

Cen Xun said coldly: "Then think less and do more."

Zhang San responded honestly, then changed the subject: "Teacher, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Cen Xun: "Are you the teacher or am I the teacher?"

After a moment of silence, Cen Xun asked, "Why does it have to repeat so many times?"

"If the goal is to gain the students' fear and flesh and blood, one round will be enough."

Zhang San smiled and said, "Because the energy generated by one round is far from enough to satisfy the evil god's appetite."

"This cycle repeats until every last bit of surplus value is squeezed out of the students." Zhang San commented, "This evil god is very greedy. You can tell he's a bad evil god at first glance."

"Can anything good happen to the evil god?"

"Yes," Zhang San said as he peeled the shrimp slowly, "I've seen it before."

Cen Xun stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

He finally understood the reason why the evil god created the cycle. If nightmares were created to gain more power, then were those "nightmare monsters" that could be converted into points the embodiment of power?

In other words, his act of killing the "nightmare monster" was actually stealing energy from the evil god?

Anyway, when those points accumulated to a certain number, Cen Xun's special identity was indeed advanced.

Hmm, that seems to make sense.

Then the question arises, if Cen Xun seizes all the power, then even if he does not obtain the position of principal in the end, is he better than the principal?

Cen Xun asked Zhang San this question. Zhang San thought about it seriously and actually gave an answer.

"Theoretically, you might be able to possess power comparable to the principal's, but the mysterious domain of H University may not necessarily fall into your hands."

Cen Xun: "How do you say that?"

"This involves the issue of inheritance rights," Zhang San explained to him seriously. "This strange domain was created by the evil god. The first right of inheritance lies with the principal. If you don't tamper with the contract, even if the principal becomes a weakling, the inheritance rights of the strange domain will still be his. As an outsider, you will be forcibly expelled from the strange domain."

"You can create your own Ghost Domain then," Zhang San put the peeled shrimp into Cen Xun's plate. "But it would be the best if I could get it for free. A big, juicy Ghost Domain is worth grabbing."

Cen Xun: “”

So in the end it still comes down to the same question: how to tamper with the contract.

Cen Xun picked up an unused soup spoon and directly removed the shrimp meat from the plate, saying lightly, "I understand."

Zhang San looked at the shrimp he had pulled out and said subconsciously: "If it was your husband..."

Zhang San's unfinished words came to an abrupt end when he saw Cen Xun pick up a pair of chopsticks.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and the rest of the meal ended in silence.

After dinner, it was already 13:08.

The Academic Affairs Office started working at one o'clock. Cen Xun took Zhang San to the Academic Affairs Office and used the excuse of taking students out of school. After arriving at the Academic Affairs Office, he directly used puppet strings to control the director of the Academic Affairs Office and forcibly entered Zhang San's academic record.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Zhang San sighed softly, "If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. Teacher Cen, you have shown me that there are always people who are better than you and there are always things better than you."

Cen Xun thought he was being noisy: "Shut up."

Zhang San suddenly stopped and said, "Teacher Cen, do you have a meeting at 1:30 this afternoon?"

Cen Xun looked at him coldly, wanting to see what else he was up to: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Zhang San said sincerely, "Based on my experience, disrupting the rules of the Ghost Domain will not end well. I suggest you participate."

Cen Xun: "What about you?"

Zhang San: "The principal has a meeting, so I'm taking this opportunity to go to the principal's office to look for some clues."

Cen Xun refused without hesitation: "You are not allowed to go. Just wait for me outside the lecture hall."

Are you kidding? Zhang San obviously has impure motives. What if Zhang San finds the clue before him but doesn't tell him in the end?

If you want to go, then go together. Cen Xun's suspicious nature does not allow him to put his trust in a player he has just known for less than a day.

Cen Xun directly locked Zhang San in a small room near the lecture hall and locked the door.

Across the door, Zhang San's tone was helpless: "There's no need to go to this extent, Teacher Cen. People should have more trust in each other."

Cen Xun kicked the door: "If I come back and find you running away, you're dead."

Zhang San inside responded muffledly, and seemed to smile: "Okay"

Cen Xun went to attend the 16th faculty meeting with peace of mind.

The content of this meeting was exactly the same as the previous fifteen meetings. The only difference was that from the moment they entered the door, everyone present looked at Cen Xun fiercely, just like last time.

Countless strange gazes surrounded Cen Xun and did not move away until the end of the meeting.

Anyway, looks can't kill anyone. Cen Xun didn't care about this change at all. On the surface, he was listening to the meeting, but in fact he started thinking about another thing.

Last night in the dream world, Cen Xun promised his students that he would find a way to help them get some means to save their lives, but how to help them was also a problem.

The reason for making such a promise is not because Cen Xun is kind-hearted, but mainly because the students died too quickly and there were not enough people. Cen Xun's upgrade in the dream world would also encounter a bottleneck.

Cen Xun touched his chin. Was he going to gather all the students in the school and order them to fill out the life-saving regulations in the [Other Suggestions] section?

No, it's too time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it's impossible for every student to listen to him. Is there a simpler way? It would be best to find a channel to notify each student directly.

A light bulb went off in Cen Xun's mind, and he quickly came up with an idea.

Right! Since the school's questionnaire information can be sent directly to every student's phone, couldn't he just tamper with the questionnaire information and solve the problem at the root?

Which department sent out the questionnaire?

Cen Xun's eyes moved slightly and fell on the director of the school office.

Ah, found it.

The director of the school office felt a chill inexplicably on his back, and even his fierce gaze at Cen Xun froze for a moment.

After the meeting, Cen Xun followed the director of the school office and slowly walked out of the lecture hall. When passing by the principal, Cen Xun found that the principal had become thinner and his suit had become completely ill-fitting.

Moreover, he didn't know if it was Cen Xun's illusion, but he always felt that the principal's black suit seemed to have a hint of dark red.

The principal stared at Cen Xun with a pair of cold, sharp eyes like an eagle. Perhaps due to the restrictions of the rules, he did not attack him.

Cen Xun walked out of the lecture hall with his back to the principal, feeling a chill on his back. Although the principal did not take action this time, Cen Xun had a premonition.

The principal won't stay silent forever.

I didn't do it because the time was not right.

I must become stronger as soon as possible, Cen Xun thought expressionlessly.

On the way back to the office, Cen Xun controlled the director of the school office with puppet strings and forced him to add a few more words to the questionnaire information.

After completing this series of things, Cen Xun slowly walked back and released Zhang San from the small dark room.

Cen Xun checked the marks he had left before and confirmed that Zhang San had not escaped, and only then was he satisfied.

Zhang San said darkly, "If we miss this opportunity, the principal will have to go back to the principal's office. How are we going to find clues next?"

Cen Xun took out his phone and clicked into the player group he had just created at noon. He poked the screen a few times and said calmly, "Don't we have ready-made laborers?"

Edit the message and click Send.

At the command, support came from all directions.

Zhang San: ""

What? Have the players become your slaves? You can do whatever you want.

Cen Xun asked the player to stop the principal, and he and Zhang San went to the Xuanri Bell Tower where the principal's office was located.

Of course, it is impossible to go to the principal's office through normal procedures, but fortunately, Cen Xun and Zhang San are not normal people.

Zhang San carries high-end technology with him. He can launch a grappling hook to grab a high-rise building and quickly rise to the roof.

Cen Xun didn't want to expose his abilities in front of Zhang San, so he simply asked Zhang San to take him up with him.

Before holding Cen Xun's waist, Zhang San pretended to hesitate: "Teacher Cen, if your husband knew that someone else hugged your waist..."

"" Cen Xun was really tired of hearing this. Time was pressing, so Cen Xun didn't bother to argue with him: "He won't know. Hurry up."

Zhang San didn't say anything else, his eyes darkened slightly.

The grappling hook was launched correctly, and the two men rose rapidly, and in a blink of an eye they both flipped into the bell tower at the top.

A huge bronze bell with an ancient color hangs quietly under the spire, only a few dozen centimeters from the ground, occupying a large part of the space on the top floor.

It hasn't sounded for a long time.

Cen Xun gently touched the bronze bell and felt a chill.

"The door to the principal's office is locked." Zhang San said this after he lowered his head to check the door lock.

Cen Xun withdrew his hand and walked towards the door: "I'll do it."

Zhang San made way for him. Cen Xun turned his back to Zhang San and used his body to block the movement of his hands. It seemed that he was unlocking the door, but in fact he was using the puppet thread to violently cut the lock.

Cen Xun opened the iron gate and said simply, "Let's go."

The two of them walked down the spiral staircase. Zhang San said meaningfully, "Teacher Cen's lock-picking skills are pretty good."

Cen Xun walked down the stairs cautiously and read the random reply: "Your hair is weird too."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang San's nose suddenly moved: "Do you smell anything?"

Cen Xun said calmly, "If you're talking about the smell of blood, I would have smelled it a long time ago."

When they walked down the last step and saw the scene in the principal's office with their own eyes, they both gasped.