Chapter 16
Cen Xun looked around but couldn't find the player with such a unique voice.
Who is it?
Why was it that only he felt so different?
Cen Xun listened quietly for a moment, but did not hear the strange voice in his heart again. He paused, picked up the pen that fell on the table, tightened his five fingers, and held it in the palm of his hand.
Fortunately, the anxious players did not notice his momentary abnormality. After gathering in the office to discuss for a while, they felt that the venue was too small and decided to move to another place to discuss.
Cen Xun agreed with the players on the time and place for their next meeting, and watched the noisy players leave his office.
The player did not have the good habit of closing the door casually. Cen Xun sighed softly, stood up and walked over, reaching out to close the door.
With a "click", the office door closed completely, followed by a 3D surround voice of the heart.
"Finally everyone left. It's rude not to close the door after leaving."
There it is again, that voice.
Cen Xun turned around, looked around the empty office, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Since all the players had left, where did this voice come from?
Cen Xun's gaze finally fell on the half-open window.
He walked over slowly, raised his hand as if to close the window, but when his hand was halfway raised, he made a feint and pushed a pot of green ivy next to the window down.
The expected sound of the flowerpot breaking did not come, but the voice in his heart exploded again in Cen Xun's ears.
"Who is so uncivilized as to throw objects from high places?"
The fallen flowerpot was picked up by a hand and placed steadily back on the windowsill. Cen Xun crossed his arms expressionlessly and just watched the head with a sloppy hairdo sticking out from under the windowsill.
They looked at each other, only silence remained.
"Oh, it's Mr. Cen. That's fine. His character has always been so poor."
Cen Xun: “”
Cen Xun pulled the corner of his lips, staring at the other person with drooping eyelids and a half-smile, his tone was very serious: "My classmate, you are hiding outside the teacher's window, are you trying to do something bad?"
"I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything."
The young man raised his head and looked at Cen Xun quietly with his glassy eyes: "Teacher Cen, you misunderstood. I didn't hide outside the window on purpose."
"So that was intentional?"
"Yes, I did it on purpose," the young man actually admitted, and he explained his motive seriously: "Actually, I'm obsessed with looks. A long time ago, I fell in love with Teacher Cen at first sight. I wanted to appreciate Teacher Cen's beauty up close, so I resorted to this desperate measure."
Cen Xun laughed when he heard this. He leaned his arms on the windowsill, looked down at him, and curled his lips: "You are very brave to say it, classmate. I admire your courage."
"But unfortunately, I already have a husband."
In front of the young man, Cen Xun casually turned the silver ring on his ring finger and said nonchalantly: "And I don't engage in teacher-student relationships."
The young man's Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't say anything for a while. He just stared at him from bottom to top.
His eyes first slid over the silver ring that circled Cen Xun's finger, then moved upwards, revealing the beautifully sculpted forearm of the rolled-up shirt. The blue veins lurked under the snow-white skin, like the tiny veins on a flower petal, which was particularly eye-catching.
Cen Xun is handsome, a kind of handsome that is dangerous. His black hair is slightly curled at the ends, and his meaningful eyebrows and eyes are hidden under his hair. His snow-white skin and bright red lips, the contrast of heavy colors make his facial features particularly profound.
At this moment, those beautifully shaped eyes were looking at him intently. Amber should be a warm color, but when the sunlight fell into Cen Xun's eyes, it only left a poisonous coldness.
A beautiful woman with a heart of a vicious snake.
Although everything seemed calm, the young man knew better than anyone that Cen Xun had already decided to kill him.
If he doesn't prove his worth quickly, a brutal blow might be waiting for him in the next second.
Facing the reality, the young man immediately stopped and said seriously, "Okay, I was just kidding. Actually, I came to see Teacher Cen because I want to tell him something."
Cen Xun pressed down the puppet thread that was poised to strike. "Oh? What's going on?"
"I heard that Teacher Cen wants to regain the position of principal," the young man laughed inexplicably, and then said, "I may have a way to help Teacher Cen."
Cen Xun looked at him critically: "Just you?"
"Well, as for me," the young man said, "I'm just listening. I won't get hurt or cheated."
Cen Xun thought for a moment, and finally pushed the window open completely. He said calmly, "Come up."
The young man immediately climbed onto the windowsill with great agility. Just as he flipped down and stood firm, he was suddenly hit by a gust of wind. He felt a sudden pain on his face. The young man was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground immediately.
I was trying to get up, feeling dizzy, when I suddenly felt a huge force behind me. Then, something wrapped around my neck, and I felt a strong sense of suffocation.
The young man was forced to tilt his head back and had to grab the tie around his neck with both hands to get a chance to breathe.
"Student Zhang," Cen Xun's sinister voice came from behind him, "Before you help me, can you tell me why your name is not on the admission list?"
The young man's pupils shrank slightly, his fingers tightly grasped the tie around his neck, and he spoke with difficulty: "The principal has signed a contract with the evil god. You want to replace the principal unless..."
Although the admission list was not explained immediately, it hit Cen Xun's pain point more than the admission list.
Cen Xun rode on his back, narrowed his eyes, and finally, mercifully, relaxed the strength of his hands: "Continue."
The young man lay on the ground, panting for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice had become hoarse. "If it is true as you say, that the principal has been bewitched by the evil spirit and has chosen to turn H University into an altar as the price for making a wish to the evil spirit, then they must have signed some kind of contract."
Cen Xun, with his tie still wrapped around his wrist, asked with an unsure expression, "Contract?"
"Hmm, a contract," the young man coughed a few times, his voice becoming even hoarser. "Without rules, there is no order; without systems, there is no system. This principle applies to humans as well as monsters. Even evil gods must abide by the rules and conclude deals in the form of contracts."
Cen Xun: "So, what do you want to say?"
"The contract will clearly state the Evil God's transaction partner." The young man sighed. "If you want to replace the principal, you must change the transaction partner in the contract to yourself. Otherwise, even killing the principal will be ineffective."
Cen Xun tightened the tie around his neck and lowered his voice dangerously: "Really? But how do you know so much about the transaction process?"
"Of course it's because," the young man chuckled, his voice almost whispering, "I also made a deal with the gods."
Cen Xun asked coldly, "Really? What's the deal?"
"I really can't say that," the young man said helplessly, "Teacher Cen, I have experience. I can take you to find the contract. Please let me go."
Cen Xun said in an ambiguous tone, "But you're not honest at all. Who knows if you'll turn around and trick me?"
"No, I wouldn't dare."
He sounded pitiful. Cen Xun sneered, loosened his tie, stood up, and looked down at him: "You'd better not dare."
The young man propped himself up and sat up, touched his bruised neck, and hissed softly.
"So fierce"
Cen Xun heard his aggrieved voice, his expression unchanged. He sat down in his chair and said indifferently, "Come here."
The young man responded and walked to his desk, looking down at him, his messy hair becoming even more frizzy.
Cen Xun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said, "Where is the contract? How do I change it?"
The young man answered honestly, "Contracts are divided into pre-transaction contracts and post-transaction contracts. In your case, you can just change it to the post-transaction contract. The post-transaction contract appears where the transaction is finally completed. If you want to modify it, you have to exploit a loophole in the transaction regulations."
Cen Xun: "Why can't we change the pre-transaction contract?"
"A pre-transaction contract, in simple terms, is an obligation between the two parties to a transaction. If humans do something certain, the evil god will grant certain benefits."
The young man explained casually, his eyes unconsciously darting across the table. "It's like playing a game. Before playing, you agree to the game agreement and sign your name. The game company promises that after you complete the game, they'll give you the position of principal."
"Then you start playing the game desperately, and just as you're about to beat it, a wicked person suddenly appears, knocks you down, and takes your mouse."
"At this point, after the game is completed, the game company takes out the rewards promised to the players. These rewards also need to be signed, which is the so-called post-transaction agreement."
"Normally, few people would steal the authorship rights, but you just had bad luck. That bastard suddenly showed up and stole your authorship rights and tampered with your name."
"So that bastard happily replaced you and became the new principal."
Cen Xun: “”
Cen Xun opened his eyes and stared at him coldly: "Are you trying to trick me?"
The young man immediately denied it: "I didn't!"
He was lucky. Cen Xun didn't feel like lecturing him right now. "So, the Evil God only cares about giving rewards and doesn't care who actually fulfills His requirements."
The young man nodded. "To the evil god, the transaction object is unimportant. What matters is whether or not the sacrifice is actually received."
"So, Mr. Cen, think carefully about where the principal will perform the sacrifice?" The young man casually placed his hand on the table. "Also, it would be best to find the pre-transaction agreement. Understanding the rules is essential for exploiting loopholes."
Cen Xun suddenly took action, pressed down his mug, and looked at him coldly: "What do you want to do?"
"I've talked too much and I'm a little thirsty," the young man seemed to suddenly realize something and apologized, "I forgot you have a husband. If I drink water from your cup, your husband won't be angry, right?"
Cen Xun: “”
Cen Xun spoke softly, emphasizing each word: "You, do you want to die?"
"No," the young man said, withdrawing his hand obediently. "I'm suddenly not thirsty anymore."
Cen Xun was so angry that he laughed.
He found that this man named Zhang San was really good at taking advantage of others.
He was timid when threatened, but struck out hard when he realized his life was safe.
"If you can't control your hands and mouth, I'll cut them off for you, understand?"
"I understand."
The young man lowered his head and looked very obedient.
But Cen Xun heard him thinking
"So brutal, I like it."
"Cen Xun wants to kill someone."
Of course, Cen Xun was not stupid enough to completely believe what Zhang San said. This guy was obviously an old fox and knew the trading rules of the evil god like the back of his hand. Although this internal test copy strictly restricted the entry of people with special abilities, Cen Xun still suspected that Zhang San was a high-level person with special abilities.
What normal person would make a deal with an evil god?
Regardless of whether Zhang San was joking or not, Cen Xun became wary of him.
Besides, a big family like the Shen family would never send an ordinary person to protect the precious young master. This Zhang San is definitely not as simple as he seems, and he may have some backup plan.
After a moment of contemplation, Cen Xun said coldly, "When the Academic Affairs Office starts working, you come with me to enroll the students."
Zhang San tried to struggle: "I won't"
Cen Xun: "Otherwise I will report you as an outsider to the security guards."
"Zhang San shut up wisely."
Cen Xun felt happy when he saw Zhang San being humiliated.
After checking the time, Cen Xun turned off his computer and tidied up his desk. At the same time, he pressed Zhang San, "You haven't answered yet. Why didn't you enroll this morning?"
Zhang San: "I thought it would be bad to become a student so hastily, so I didn't join."
Cen Xun mocked, "You're a bodyguard. The young masters have entered the other world, and it's not right for you not to follow them in to protect them."
Zhang San suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Teacher Cen, I remember that I didn't tell you that I was a bodyguard."
"And it's strange, teacher, you knew my last name was Zhang the first time you saw me. Did we know each other before?"
Cen Xun didn't respond and said coldly, "Just understand, I'm asking you questions now, you don't have the right to ask questions."
Zhang San smiled, as if he had no way to deal with him: "Okay, I admit that my purpose for coming here is not simple."
"What is your purpose?"
"On the surface, I'm a bodyguard, but actually..." Zhang San's expression suddenly turned cold: "Actually, I'm a killer. I've accepted a bounty order and I want to kill all these young masters in the game."
"That's why I let the young masters commit suicide and watched from afar."
Cen Xun: "Do you think I'm a fool?"
The cold expression was broken, and a smile appeared on Zhang San's face. He couldn't help but put his hands on the armrest of the swivel chair, leaned over slightly, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, has anyone ever told you that you are really cute?"
Cen Xun's expression was unpredictable. He didn't react this time after hearing such offensive words, and seemed a little distracted.
What was he thinking? The young man lowered his eyes to look at his cold, beautiful features and lips, and as if bewitched, he lowered his head and approached.
When they reached an extremely ambiguous distance, Cen Xun seemed to wake up suddenly, and his eyes became fierce.
Then, the young man suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen.
Cen Xun kicked him hard.
Zhang San was caught off guard. He pressed the spot painfully and knelt down to him.
"It seems you can't control more than just your hands and mouth." Cen Xun stood up and smiled cruelly: "If you do it again, I will cut that part of you, do you understand?"
""
Cen Xun pinched his sweaty chin hard: "Say you understand."
The young man was forced to look up and licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with hidden rebellion: "I understand, teacher."
When Cen Xun went to eat, he was afraid that Zhang San would do something secretly, so he took him along.
It was still the same private restaurant. Cen Xun ordered the dishes, and then Zhang San took the menu and added several dishes without any hesitation.
"Did I ask you to order?" Cen Xun said in a bad tone.
Zhang San was not intimidated by his expression and unpacked the dishes and washed them with hot water. "It's hard to do things on an empty stomach, teacher."
After washing a set of dishes, the young man naturally reached out to Cen Xun and said, "Teacher, let me help you wash them."
Cen Xun let him take his set of bowls and chopsticks, and waited until he eagerly boiled them and handed them to him before he slowly opened the other set.
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The attitude of ignoring was very obvious, but Zhang San did not feel embarrassed. He withdrew his hand and sighed softly: "If it was your husband who burned the bowl, you would have taken it."
Cen Xun: "Do you see this chopstick?"
Zhang San was confused: "I saw it, what's wrong?"
"If you dare mention him again, I'll use this chopstick to pierce your eyeballs."
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The visual was so vivid that Zhang San finally shut up.
The food arrived quickly. Cen Xun glanced at the garlic shrimp, celery and carrots, and beef with garlic sprouts across from him, then looked away with disinterest.
Feng Jihan doesn't like garlic, and he hates carrots the most among vegetables. Garlic sprouts have a strong smell, so Feng Jihan doesn't like them either.
Cen Xun frowned slightly. They were obviously two completely different people, but ever since he met Zhang San, he inexplicably kept thinking of Feng Jihan.
Very strange, very strange.
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