Chapter 50 Deep Pool

Although Ian had been saying he was panicking, when he was actually called, he responded to Nuhra's questions calmly - if you ignore his trembling hands hidden under the table.

Chris didn't dare to move, for fear that Nuhra would call on him soon. However, based on his many years of experience as a student, he knew that the more such times came, the calmer he had to be. If he looked flustered, he would be the next one to be called by the teacher immediately.

"...Thank you for sharing. Please sit down." On the other side, Nuhra had finished questioning Ian. Ian had passed the test and sat down tremblingly.

Many people hoped to be enlightened by Nuhra in this segment so that they could avoid the more difficult questions later. However, unfortunately, today, Nuhra did not continue to analyze the news. After asking two questions, he went straight to the point.

Instantly, the atmosphere below the podium grew even more tense. Everyone subconsciously sat up straight, their postures etched with a look of intense readiness. Chris's slightly relieved anxiety was once again intensified.

Facts have proved that you should never use ordinary people's logic to guess Nuhra. Throughout the whole class, Nuhra did not look in the direction of Chris very deliberately, but whenever his eyes passed in the direction of Chris, he would randomly point to a classmate sitting around him, and he was caught in the trap in front, behind, left and right of him.

Chris felt hopeless, as if this was a torture to him. He could understand why Ian said he wanted to kneel down when he saw Nuhra... Now Chris wanted to kneel down and beg Nuhra to wake him up and answer questions, and not torture him anymore.

Unfortunately, until the bell rang, Chris was not called to answer questions, and all the classmates around Chris finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Nuhra announce the end of get out of class.

"What's going on? I feel like the professor is always staring at us today..." Chris stood up and was packing his things when he heard the boy behind him complain.

"Who knows? Last class, he only called on the people in the middle rows... How can you be sure?" The classmate next to him replied noncommittally, "Just be happy that you didn't get called on today."

They only grumbled a few words before moving on to other topics and leaving the auditorium. Hearing their words, Corris reluctantly consoled himself—it probably wasn't because of him that the students nearby were receiving "special attention" from Nuhra.

In fact, after careful recollection, Chris found that Nuhra did not particularly target the people next to him. Among their five-member group, only Ian was called out. Later, only two people who were called out were close to Chris. One was sitting behind him, and the other was a girl sitting next to Joan, two seats away from Chris.

The pair walked away. Ian, standing nearby, vividly described to Margaret and Lauren what went through his mind when he was called. "At first, I thought the professor was going to call on Chris, but then he called my name... I literally stood up in less than a second... I don't even know what I answered!"

"I thought I was going to be called upon, but I ended up skipping a class." Although Lauren was not called upon, she did not look optimistic.

Margaret turned her head and spoke to Chris, taking the initiative to ask, "Hi, Chris, how are you recuperating at home lately?"

"Everything is fine, we can start training now." Coris winked at Margaret and responded cunningly.

"If you fall down during training again, we will not be responsible for carrying you to the school hospital." Joan smiled slightly when she heard Chris's nonsense, and her words were very cruel.

Chris kept his mouth shut and stopped talking. They hadn't seen each other for a while, and when they met again, the atmosphere was very natural, and they chatted and laughed.

Margaret curiously opened the dessert box, took a look, and closed it again. With a beaming expression, she thanked Chris. "Wow, Chris, is this the sign for that new bakery that just opened in Block 1? I saw it on Starnet, it's really popular... Thank you so much."

"Well, I'm not sure either. My family bought it for me..." Chris didn't want to accept anything without doing anything, so he didn't say that he bought it.

As he spoke, he casually glanced toward the podium at the front of the classroom, but didn't see the familiar figure. A flash of surprise passed through Chris's eyes, and he quickly immersed himself in the conversation with his friends.

Chris and his group packed up their things and were almost the last group of students to leave the auditorium, but they all thought it was a good idea.

"There shouldn't be so many people at the shuttle bus station now." Lauren guessed from the front of the line. Ian followed Lauren closely, seemingly using Lauren's back to block out the light. He was holding a terminal in his hand, most likely playing games again.

Chris stood next to June and asked him seriously about the progress of everyone's training after they went home to recuperate. June also laid out the current training plan in a serious manner.

"So now during each training session, half of the time is spent on basic physical fitness, and the rest is spent on simulated trials?" Corris raised his eyebrows, summarizing and condensing the essence of Joan's plan.

"Yes, I've designed the simulation scenarios to be as diverse as possible so we can experience dealing with different situations." Joan nodded in confirmation of Curris's statement and continued, "However, I still hope that everyone can privately conduct individual simulation training based on their respective military branches... After all, the effectiveness of teamwork also depends on the individual qualities of the team members."

"It's easy for you combat troops to practice, but I, who's in charge of logistics, can't actually go and purchase armaments and take care of weapons." Margaret shrugged, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"With your ability, you could buy it if you really wanted to, right?" Joan sneered, mercilessly exposing Margaret's statement. "Isn't that what your family is responsible for?"

"Shh! My God, how can you say such things in public? Do you want to kill me?!" Margaret, who is usually gentle and polite, rarely showed panic. She quickly turned her head and looked around. After confirming that no one was nearby, she complained in a low voice.

Chris remained silent, having already formed a judgment in his heart. He guessed that just as Joan said, Margaret's family, and even Margaret herself, had channels to purchase weapons.

This matter is neither big nor small... It depends on the nature of these weapons after they are purchased. If they are kept privately, it is a serious crime of attempting treason.

Joan looked at Margaret, who was eager to explain herself, with a half-smile. She lowered her voice and slowly dropped a bombshell, "Maggie, you know where the black market is on the Capital Star, and you've made a lot of money there. Am I right?"

The three of them walking behind them walked slower and slower, tacitly keeping a distance from Lauren and Ian in front. Chris knew that Joan intended to tell him about Margaret while he was there.

"Joan Davis, are you investigating me privately?" Margaret narrowed her eyes, a storm of anger brewing in her ocean-blue eyes.

"It was just a chance encounter." Joan didn't take Margaret's threat seriously at all. Margaret couldn't beat her anyway.

Ian and Lauren, who were ahead, had already reached the station. They turned back with a confused look at the three people who were slowly following behind them. "Hey, brothers and sisters, can you hurry up?"

"Coming!" Chris quickly responded, quickening his pace to avoid arousing Ian and the others' suspicions. He turned back to Margaret and Joan, who were still in a stalemate, and tried to break the deadlock: "They're all watching. Don't drag anyone else into this. If there's anything, we can talk later."

Margaret and Joan paused their heated argument and walked forward in silence. They knew what Chris meant. From the beginning to the end, only a few of them, with their noble backgrounds, could have any chance of getting involved in these matters. If Ian and Lauren knew about it, it would only harm them.

"Did something happen?" Lauren asked worriedly when the three of them, including Chris, came closer. He had already noticed that something was wrong between the three of them, and his eyes lingered between them, trying to see something.

"It's okay, let's go train first... the car is coming soon." Seeing that Margaret and Joan had no intention of speaking, Chris took the initiative to step forward and smooth things over.

Margaret managed to regain her usual demeanor, forced a smile, and then said, "Yes... Joan and I were just talking about training."

"Did they commit murder or arson?" Ian asked abruptly, having put away the terminal at some point. "Or did they uncover some shocking secret we can't hear?"

Ian had always been so carefree and cheerful in front of them, but now when he frowned, he looked a little scary. When Margaret and the others were arguing, Ian was paying close attention to them, but he was too far away to hear what they were actually arguing about.

Ian's question actually hit the nail on the head, but as a bystander to the argument and as a friend, Chris didn't want Ian and Lauren to know the truth.

"So nervous? Did I really guess right?" Ian suddenly laughed out loud and said affirmatively. Everyone's expressions were full of excitement. Students passing by the station thought the group was going to fight and walked around them.

Lauren had never encountered such a thing before, and subconsciously hid behind Chris, not daring to breathe, with an anxious and worried expression.

Joan never spoke. She just looked deeply at the four people's faces. It was unclear whether she didn't want to explain or was too lazy to say it.

The air around them was stagnant. Seeing the shuttle bus approaching from afar, Kris had no choice but to remind everyone again, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it in the training room, okay?"

Fortunately, everyone finally reached a consensus on this point. All the students in line behind him made way for them with a look of inquiry and fear. Chris then stood still with the other four people who had their own thoughts. He turned around and sincerely asked the others to get on the bus first to prevent any strange rumors from leaking out tomorrow - although he felt that everyone would know it tonight, without having to wait until tomorrow.

After much persuasion, everyone finally got on the shuttle bus safely, but they were scattered, rarely sitting together. Chris had a single seat by the window, and he rested his forehead against the cool glass, trying to cool his overheated brain.

Chris simply couldn't understand why Joan would reveal such a shocking secret in this way. The only possible guess was that she wanted to use this to blackmail Margaret and use her connections to get into the black market.

Chris closed his eyes, lifted his head from the window, and leaned back against the seat, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He let himself go for a moment, then opened his eyes when his fingers felt the vibration from the terminal.

There was a message from Nuhra on the terminal. Chris felt like he had seen an oracle. He now wanted to have a good talk with Nuhra about what had just happened, and even put aside his fear of Nuhra during class.

[Nuhra: Baby, how are you and your friends? ]

【Nuhra: Did you have a fight?】

Chris had originally intended to briefly explain the whole story to Nuhra, but he hadn't expected Nuhra to actually know. Could it be that he had been watching the whole time...? Chris shook his head, dismissing these unimportant speculations.

【Chris: Brother, where are you? 】

[Chris: I wanted to tell you in person. You don’t know how embarrassed I was at that time…]

【Chris:crying.jpg】

Nuhra replied to Chris's message in a rare instant:

【Nuhra: Okay, I’ll wait for you to tell me.】

[Nuhra: Take care of your body during training.]

Chris heard the shuttle bus's announcement that the next stop was the training ground. He hurriedly replied, "Got it," then put away the terminal and prepared to get off the bus.

Since Chris's seat was closest to the car door, he got out first and stood aside waiting for others. Seeing that everyone still had that cold and gloomy expression, Chris sighed in annoyance.

"Let's go inside and talk." Chris had to take on the role of speaking. "Control your expression for a moment, or others might think we're some criminal gang."

They walked into the long-term rented training room in small groups, sat down on chairs in the lounge area, and stared at each other.

Ian sat down at his seat, looking down at his terminal. After a moment, he looked up and said calmly, "I've already taken care of the surveillance in the training room. If you have anything to say, just say it. You won't have a chance once you leave this room."

Chris remembered that Ian had said on the first day they met that he could hack into the college's network system if necessary... At that time, Chris thought it was just a joke from Ian, but he didn't expect that he really had this ability.

Joan still didn't seem to be planning to speak, but Margaret gathered her thoughts and said to Lauren and Ian with a serious expression, "This matter is very serious. You can know about it, but you must promise me not to tell anyone and not to get involved.

Ian was confused. Lauren looked at Chris for help. Chris could only say, "If you regret it now, you can leave here... These things are too complicated."

"Well, I think we've already walked into the room. Even if we really didn't hear anything, people would still be suspicious..." Lauren finally spoke his mind. Although his voice was weak and there was a noticeable tremor, he didn't stop. "Why not say it out loud and let us know?"

Ian looked at Lauren approvingly, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Yeah, we're already on your pirate ship. In the eyes of others, we're in the same group."

Margaret took a deep breath and said to Joan, "I don't know how you found out about this, but I just want to correct one thing. I don't make money from this, and my family is not involved in it."

Qiong suppressed the anger on her face and finally spoke: "If that's the case, I apologize, but you have access to the black market. I didn't misunderstand this matter, did I?"

"Wait, what black market? Is there really such a thing on the capital planet?!" Ian sat up straight and shouted in shock.

"Why do you know this too?" Now it was Chris's turn to be dumbfounded. How come even Ian knew about this?

"Oh, hey, that's not important... I do have a small channel." Ian avoided the question. Chris guessed that this had something to do with his unfathomable hacking ability.

"Black market..." Lauren, who had been relatively calm, suddenly turned pale, as if he had heard something terrible. "I, I heard someone mention a place at school. It felt like the black market you described..."

Margaret and Joan exchanged a glance, putting aside their argument. Margaret tried her best to comfort Lauren, patiently asking, "Lauren, don't be afraid. Tell me slowly. Where did you hear that?"

"I don't know who it was," Lauren said, looking like she was about to cry, trying hard to recall. "I was studying in the library that day, and then I heard someone say... that they were going to a place to buy medicine, but the place was hard to find, and they needed some connections..."

"Medicine..." Chris frowned, he had a bad feeling.

"Then, another man said, he said - are you just going there to buy medicine? There are a lot of other things there..." Lauren always remembered this passage. Under extreme fear, his memory was very clear.

"That's probably it..." Joan seemed more serious. She finally explained why she was so obsessed with the black market. "Maggie, the person I'm following isn't you, but Tim Jax."

"Because Duke bullied him so badly, I sent my family to track him, investigate him, and protect him if necessary," Joan stated the initial facts in a straightforward manner. "One day, they reported back that he had been in and out of a certain place several times in a short period of time... After further investigation, they told me that it was a black market."

"So, you stumbled upon me during your investigation, right?" Margaret quickly realized, "and you tried to use me as an excuse to get in."

"That's right," Joan admitted readily.

"This is definitely not something we can handle." Kris's tone was more serious than ever, almost a warning. "Don't make any rash decisions. We need help."

"Who to look for?" Margaret asked. "Chris, this black market is tacitly allowed to exist by many important figures in the capital... No one wants to shoot themselves in the foot."

"What if I can find the Prime Minister?" Coris raised his head and looked at Margaret calmly.

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