Chapter 14
The system panicked: [Host! What happened to the protagonist? The world will be destroyed if he dies!]
I hope she won't be so angry she'll die!
Tan Quelu hadn't expected Xia Xing to be so sensitive. She had only praised Zhong Wan a couple of times; was it really necessary to react so strongly?
He checked Xia Xing's breathing, bewildered: "She's still breathing."
It's good that you're angry, it's good that you're angry...
The system breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help complaining: [Wasn't the protagonist supposed to be a high-energy individual? How come he's so fragile? I thought I was going to die along with the host!]
Tan Quelu smiled, stood up, and looked at the large pile of luxury goods in front of her: "Can these be exchanged for money?"
【Yes, you can, but you can't take it now. You can only exchange it for its equivalent value after completing the task.】
Tan Quelu nodded and diligently piled all the luxury goods Zhong Wan had bought for her into the right side of the wardrobe. Anyway, the wardrobe was big and could hold a lot more.
He then bypassed the unconscious protagonist and looked at the black motorcycle model: "How much is this worth?"
The system quickly provided an estimate: "This motorcycle is made of expensive materials, custom-carved from black crystal and rare metals, with excellent craftsmanship. Converted to RMB, it's roughly worth seven figures!"
Tan Quelu smiled slightly: "Okay, that's good. We'll exchange the money together later."
【OK! 】
Xia Xing lay on the ground with her eyes closed, her face as pale as a dried corpse, still breathing weakly.
Tan Quelu walked past him without looking back, returned to her room, closed the door, and continued studying.
[...]
The system hesitated for two seconds, but still didn't remind the host to help move the main character.
never mind.
Getting a perfect score is more important; sleeping on the floor for one night won't kill you. If you freeze to death, you can just start over; you always have one more chance to reload.
Tan Quelu didn't study for too long this time.
Tonight, I drove around the cross-sea bridge with F1 for half an hour, had a two-minute chat by the sea, then rushed to the mall to furiously order a piece of green jewelry for an hour, and spent half an hour carrying models back and forth to the manor. The protagonist returned, and was furious for ten minutes.
Two hours and twelve minutes.
—Since Tan Quelu has drawn all the firepower to himself, F1 and the protagonist should no longer have any direct conflicts.
Tan Quelu lowered her eyes and carefully wrote a full page in her notebook: "I want to create an absolutely beautiful world." Then, as usual, she closed her eyes and devoutly made the sign of the cross in front of her chest.
Suddenly, he frowned.
...Strange, why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?
The following Sunday morning.
Tan Quelu stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking at the all-black extended business van in front of her, and finally remembered what she had forgotten.
The car window was half-rolled down.
The young man turned his head, his jawline sharp and defined, his handsome eyes focused intently on him, and his face rarely showed a hint of travel-worn fatigue.
[This is a weekly randomly refreshed welfare NPC!]
The system got overly excited: [Wow, great news! A treat is coming!]
Tan Chuanlu ignored it and looked around.
It's seven in the morning, and there are only a few people in the special admissions canteen. They're all busy eating and not paying much attention to this place.
Tan Quelu blinked, walked to the window of the van, and looked at Wei Guan with an innocent expression: "Mr. Wei, what brings you here?"
He has to come.
Eden has an important project in the capital, Avalon, and Wei Guan arrived at the branch office four days ago with his staff to handle the work. But starting last night, the red arrow reappeared on his retina, and it specifically targeted him when he was reviewing documents.
Arrows were used to cover key numbers and words, so he was absolutely forbidden from working.
Under the watchful eyes of his secretaries and assistants, who were practically bleeding with envy, Wei Guan got up, quickly washed up, and rushed back to the so-called plot location—St. Weston—that very night.
He didn't explain, but pressed the automatic door button and said succinctly, "Get in first."
Tan Quelu said "Oh," and obediently lowered her head to get into the car.
He casually placed his backpack under the chair, sat down next to Wei Guan as if it were his right, and glanced at the pile of documents in front of the man: "...You haven't left work yet?"
The spacious back seat was filled with complex data on the electronic screen, and various reports and documents were displayed on the desktop computer.
Wei Guan hummed in agreement, reached out and picked up Tan Quelu's bag from beside his feet, and placed it on the table: "I just came back from Avalon. I'll go back in two hours. Right now, I can only work online."
Tan Quelu was dumbfounded: "So rushed? Who do you want to see? Is two hours enough?"
Wei watched him put on his clothes.
He's already in the car, who else can he come to see?
Tan Quelu and Wei Guan exchanged glances. Her pure face, bathed in light and shadow, was as delicate and innocent as a white lotus flower: "President Wei?"
"No need to call me General Manager Wei."
"Old Wei? Uncle Wei?"
Wei Guan raised an eyebrow, his expression calm: "You can call me that if you like."
Tan Quelu raised an eyebrow at him and immediately denied it: "No, Wei Guan, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
The driver in the driver's seat was terrified as he listened to their conversation.
She had worked as the Wei family's driver for over ten years and had never seen anyone dare to speak to Mr. Wei like that. She had thought Mr. Wei would spend the rest of his life working, but now a high school student who had just turned eighteen had suddenly appeared, with a pure and innocent appearance and a naive personality.
Most importantly, they are nine years apart...
The driver had mixed feelings, feeling that Boss Wei's tastes were perverse, and that he was teetering on the edge of being shot.
Wei Guan's expression didn't change when Que Lu called him by his full name; he remained calm and said, "If you like, you can call me that too."
Tan Quelu said "Oh," turned to look at the scenery outside the window, and finally remembered to ask, "Wei Guan, where are we going?"
"Snow Church".
Tan Quelu was very sensitive to the word "church" and immediately turned around: "What are you going to church for?"
Wei Guan pulled a stack of documents from the table and handed them over: "Take a look."
Tan Quelu looked down and saw a bright and magnificent college printed on it, with the introduction: [Avalon Capital University].
In the original novel, this is the top-ranked university that St. Weston students dream of attending, but its admission requirements are extremely strict every year, and only the most outstanding students in the world can pass the review.
It is also a rare university that does not consider family background or origin, but only overall academic performance and comprehensive qualities. The composition of the board of trustees is completely different from that of St. Weston, with government agencies, financial groups, and research teams each holding a position on one side.
In addition, there are various community groups representing ordinary people, who wield considerable influence. This kind of social circle is relatively healthy, making it the best choice for someone like Tan Quelu, who comes from a poor background.
It is also the path that suits him best.
Wei Guan watched as Elm Green lowered her head, revealing her slightly yellowish hair.
He noticed it the first time they met: Tan Quelu was very tall, but extremely thin. His hair was dry and yellow like fallen leaves, and his face was pale and unhealthy, as if he had never had a good life and was clearly malnourished.
He had muscles, but his waist was too thin. During the second rewind, Que Lu kicked Zhong Wan out of the car, and the corner of his clothes was blown by the wind for two seconds. Wei Guan saw his thin, firm abdominal muscles tighten, and his waistline twisted into an incredible arc.
Because of his expensive appearance, people rarely notice these details about him; they often judge his family background by his simple and old-fashioned clothing.
Wei Guan said, "I looked at your class records from last week, and you chose the pipe organ."
Tan Quelu looked up, puzzled: "So?"
He found it difficult to understand the logic behind Wei Guan's words.
Wei Guan discovered another characteristic of Tan Quelu.
He seems to lack common sense about normal emotional logic.
Wei Guan leaned closer, his clean scent filling Tan Quelu's nostrils. Tan Quelu felt him reach out and tap a line of text on the document, then politely withdrew, returning to the original distance.
"The organ elective is highly regarded," the man explained. "It's among the top courses in Avalon's admission standards. Do you remember Professor Lin?"
Tan Quelu nodded.
This is the organ professor, an internationally renowned music master. She only agreed to do her best to teach Tan Quelu after Wei Guan had visited her beforehand.
“After your first class, she called me and asked me where I found this genius.”
"Including Professor Zhan from the Religious Humanities class, and Professor Chen from the Firearms/Weapons major. They all think you are exceptionally talented."
Well, Wei Guan wasn't surprised at all when he saw the names of the last two courses.
After listening to the welfare NPC patiently explain for a long time, Tan Quelu's clever mind finally understood and he suddenly realized: "You think I have potential and want me to study hard and try my best to get into the capital university?"
"The church...you didn't buy me a pipe organ to put in the church, and then make me practice there, did you?"
Tan Chulu certainly knew that the church would be equipped with a complete pipe organ.
Before he went to prison, he was the main player of this instrument. His mothers thought his appearance was perfect for making a good impression, so they strictly trained him to practice the piano from a young age. Every night before prayer, he would change into a white robe and a wreath, sit in the church, and play God's music for everyone.
Thousands of people, dressed in white robes, bowed their heads to listen, their hands half-clasped together, murmuring the merciful hand gestures of God. The sheer scale of the scene was dizzying, giving one the illusion of being in control of all life.
Tan Quelu's nerves were stirred by the memories.
The van was parked on the quiet side of the road.
In the middle of the cleared road, a huge and magnificent church stood behind ancient brick walls. Lush greenery and flowers surrounded the spire; the silence and sanctity were all too familiar to Elk Green.
...Blood stained his white robe, and shattered limbs rolled down amidst screams, splattering onto the floor tiles. He stood on high ground, pen in hand, meticulously recording every detail.
You cannot leave, you cannot retreat, you cannot make a sound.
This is filth, this is sin, this is divine punishment.
Elm's temple throbbed.
Wei Guan stood at the door, his expression indifferent: "Special admissions students can't book a practice room at St. Weston."
"It's more convenient for you to practice the piano here."
Tan Quelu stared calmly at the black iron gate, then suddenly turned her head away from the church and looked at Wei Guan.
"You want to invest in me."
Otherwise, why would they invest so much resources and connections? Is this like how parents try to sweet-talk him?
But he is no longer the ignorant Tan Quelu he once was.
He has now received three years of education on the core socialist values and is a simple, honest, and kind-hearted [male view 083].
The system silently reminded him: [Host, you just seduced F1 yesterday, accepted many expensive gifts from him, and even made the protagonist faint from anger, and then you didn't care about him afterwards.]
【Shut up. 】
Tan Quelu suddenly became impatient, her voice turning completely cold: "Is their relationship something to be proud of? They come running like dogs with a flick of their finger, cheaper than trash. What are they anyway?"
【Get lost too, you useless piece of trash. If you don't like it, come at me yourself. It's an honor for you to be associated with me. Try saying another word.】
A group of twisted souls, their very existence is a waste of resources. The world is so corrupted because of their existence; they should be cleansed and purified by a merciful God.
This world must be absolutely beautiful.
The system was startled by Tan Quelu's tone, and stood there blankly, at a loss, wanting to cry but not daring to make a sound, wanting to explain but too anxious to find the right words.
Tan Quelu ignored it, his expression unchanged, only his clear black pupils dimmed. It was as if a cheap Guanyin statue had cracked open, revealing a cold, malevolent aura within.
Wei Guan glanced sideways, his black pupils meeting Tan Quelu's gaze. After a few seconds, he suddenly spoke: "If you don't like it, then forget it."
“I had the violin reinstalled elsewhere, and the church was auctioned off to raise funds for the welfare home.”
The words fell.
Wei Guan clearly saw Tan Quelu pause for a moment.
In an instant.
His expression, which was very similar to the one he had when he killed someone in the second playthrough, suddenly disappeared.
The boy blinked, his clear, dark eyes looking over with disbelief: "Mr. Wei, really?"
Wei Guan felt that if he joked that it was fake, Tan Quelu would immediately try to break his neck.
The boy in front of me had the air of an untamed, dangerous, and uncontrollable little beast.
Wei Guan calmly nodded and said, "Really."
I will send you the details.
Tan Quelu walked a few steps closer, staring at him expressionlessly with her dark pupils: "Add me, right now."
Wei Guan took out his phone and calmly repeated, "Okay."
"Add you, right now."
Didi.
A notification popped up in WeChat.
Tan Quelu, as if a small animal had escaped a trap, let out a soft breath and clicked to accept the friend request.
He looked at Wei Guan again, his expression changing faster than turning the pages of a book, his smile innocent and light: "Wei Guan, you're such a kind person. These churches are very expensive, but they can help a lot of orphans."
Wei Guan nodded.
The boy glanced at his phone again and exclaimed softly, "It's already eight o'clock? I should go study. Wei Guan, could you have the driver take me home first? Thank you."
The beautiful, madwoman who wanted to kill has disappeared, and the innocent, white lotus flower swaying in the wind has reappeared.
Anyone who sees this scene would think that Tan Quelu is seriously mentally ill.
The man calmly nodded, signaling the driver to take Tan Quelu away first, and the black van slowly disappeared at the end of the road.
Silence reigned all around.
Wei Guan lowered his eyes and knocked lightly on the church's iron door, as if he were knocking on a cracked, inferior statue of Guanyin.
A church won't do.
Murder is permissible.
Normal emotions won't work.
A direct expression is acceptable.
Giving a gift face-to-face can trigger a stress response.
I'm happy to donate it to the welfare home.
Lacking common sense, killing on instinct, extreme ideology, and hidden fanaticism.
The man's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his handsome young face revealed no emotion as he calmly pondered.
Turns out, Tan Chulü is so easy to coax.
A note from the author:
Mr. Wei: Still appreciating it with refined elegance...
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