Chapter 27: Time for Reckoning After the Inspector's Victory
Youan brought this year's Rising Stars Competition to a successful close with an unprecedented performance. Perhaps for many years to come, when countless generations of students discuss the Rising Stars Competition, someone will undoubtedly bring up today's spectacular performance.
For example, there are exaggerated rumors such as a civilian freshman from the Strategic Department who almost blew up the school with a supermodel mechanical rabbit.
"Thank you, Lancelot Vanser, thank you to the Rabbit Lure Team, thank you to everyone who supported me, and thank you to my toolbox. I'd also like to thank the Student Council for proposing a change in the scoring system and for securing a venue with sufficient energy... Of course, I also want to thank the idiots who lost to me and your mediocre performances."
Youan stood obediently beside the principal, maintaining a proper smile, and finished his long speech of thanks for the award.
Yin Pei clapped his hands in uncontrollable joy: "He has really been taught a bad way."
Someone nearby quickly chimed in: "But it's also so cute when it's pulled up!"
No matter how many people are furious, or how many people are ashamed of the remarks made by their predecessors, this year's top spot is well deserved.
Youan straightened his back, passed by the other nine nobles or wealthy children, and stopped in front of Ava, who was in third place.
The white-haired girl looked like she wanted to eat someone alive, but she was trying her best to keep her pretty face looking ugly.
In front of her, Youan took a terrifyingly large and glittering golden trophy from the principal and turned to shake it at her.
Mine.
Before the other party clutched her skirt and was about to collapse, Youan turned around, faced the dark audience, and raised the trophy in his hand high.
In an instant, there was thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.
Many excited students couldn't wait to come forward and say something like, "Your mechanical rabbit is amazing! Congratulations on becoming the first civilian student to top the list! As a supporter, I'm proud..."
But as soon as the dusty dwarf rabbit orc jumped off the stage, he was picked up by an unreasonable red-haired noble and spun around happily.
Then, in an atmosphere where even the principal was too embarrassed to disturb them, the two of them ran out of the inner court and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Subject: [Let's pay homage to the Rabbit King!]
1L has been full of twists and turns! Friends! I'm a member of the rabbit-luring team. I experienced a lot of joy, sadness, and happiness last night. My head is still buzzing!
2L Congratulations, fortunately all my worries were in vain. What other surprises does the Rabbit Princess have that I don’t know about?
3L is so outrageous! What Rabbit Concubine? It's the Rabbit King!
4L Who can understand the beauty of a battle-damaged bunny? Those ripped calf socks are just trampling all over my XP! [Picture]
5L How did you make that mechanical rabbit?
Didn't you see those random cheering aircraft flying around before the game? Eighteen! Eighteen! That amount of equipment, plus the stage power supply, wow... When that thing appeared last night, the security team was already collectively taking oxygen! I can only say, thank goodness they only set off cannons in the sky...
7L Oh my God, is this Lancelot’s money ability?
…
Someone has already found out that 388L is a mechanical engineer. Youan is a B-class mechanic... That's incredible. Even if you prepare it for me, I can't assemble it on the spot, not to mention that he is not a mechanical engineer.
So, Youan and the others took the backup plan? Was the sudden breakdown of the Hiram Harp a human error or an accident?
390L I guess it was man-made... If you think carefully about last night's acceptance speech, you will understand. The Bunny King has a very good temper and would never say that under normal circumstances. He was obviously angry!
391L What! I'll wash it right away and prepare to comfort the Bunny King!
392L Bunny King, come and date me! I will definitely make you feel the peak of happiness!
393L Get out of here! You horny brains!
“Sizzle…”
The latest flavor of sparkling juice filled the glass, and small bubbles like beads were swirling from the bottom to the top along the wall of the glass.
You Tuantuan, who had just finished drinking the medicine, stuck out his tongue and took a sip. It was like a tingling electric current running through his body, and the hair on his body suddenly puffed up, creating a dense wave.
He instantly lost his sleepiness and turned around to run around the bed excitedly.
It was not until a soft voice praised it several times as "little darling" and "sweet girl" that it fell to the ground and rolled over, burying its head in the warm fur.
A slightly larger dwarf rabbit crawled beside him, stretched out its hind legs, and its butt was very round and sticking out, like a small hairy peach, with a short tail swaying from side to side.
It has to be said that it took too much mental energy to transform the aircraft and mechanical rabbits in such a short time.
So Youan could only maintain his animal form, lying on the bed and slowly reading a letter full of flowery words.
Next to him, letters like this, waiting to be opened, were piled up quietly like a small mountain.
Orcs always attach great importance to rituals. Even in the high-tech age, they still like to use the most primitive ways to express their affection or love for others.
In their words, if you can't even put in the effort to do such a small thing, what right do you have to talk about love? Is it just talk?
Youan read very slowly, his dark eyes never moving, as if he wanted to memorize every word.
He tilted his head, like a mushroom growing in a small corner, full of confusion about the sudden sunshine and rain.
Lovely Youan, awesome Youan, amazing Youan...
Can my name be put together with these beautiful words?
The furry rabbit paw folded the letter again and then carefully opened the next one.
Exaggerated and passionate lip prints covered the entire piece of letter paper.
Youan blinked calmly and read the contents carefully.
In fact, during the campaign, several pink envelopes with a light scent of perfume were stuffed into Youan's backpack.
But before he could open it, a nobleman who was a year older than him took it away with a smile and taught him in the tone of a senior: "I must remind you that it is basic etiquette not to fall in love during the campaign."
At the time, Youan was quite surprised. He had never thought that this campus sweetheart was so disciplined in his private life. "You haven't accepted anyone's date invitation before? I mean, before the competition."
"Before? I'm still a minor!" Lancelot exclaimed in feigned surprise, immediately pulling up his open bathrobe and saying firmly, "I don't mess with minors, and no one else can mess with me when I'm underage!"
Rather than keeping himself clean, he seemed more afraid of being taken advantage of.
Youan squinted his eyes, rubbed his cheeks, and said "Hey" as if he found it funny.
When I looked up, I suddenly saw the person in my memory leaning against the door with his arms folded, shaking his beautiful tail.
"Are you so happy to receive these letters?" Lancelot glanced at the pile of letters with a charming smile on his face. "If you want to fall in love, I can help you with some advice."
"No." You An shook his head, pulled the sleeping You Tuan Tuan into his arms, and said seriously, "I don't plan to fall in love now."
The wagging fox tail paused for a moment, then quickly began to sway again.
"...Really?" Lancelot dragged out a lazy tone, lowered his eyes and nodded, "Very good."
After the words fell, neither of them spoke again, and their eyes stared at each other silently in mid-air for a while.
Youan habitually wanted to pick at his trouser legs, but considering that he was now a naked dwarf rabbit, he rubbed his cheeks with his little paws smoothly.
The difficulty of assembling the giant mechanical rabbit is not something a B-level mechanic can handle. Perhaps everyone in the forum guessed that it was Lancelot, but they both knew that such a thing as "prepared alternative plans in advance"... does not exist at all.
You An smacked his lips and was about to say something—
[Three million Bailan coins have arrived, please check!]
The payment information box in the optical computer suddenly popped out, blocking the view of the collision.
You An was stunned. Why are there so many?
"The agreed reward, plus the gambling money I won from others, and some other things are still being processed. I'll tell you when they're done." Lancelot raised his chin and waved his hand generously. "Take it. I don't need it."
It must feel good to say this, right?
Youan imitated him and waved his claws.
When the other person's olive-green eyes narrowed slightly, he quickly lowered his head and concentrated on admiring his savings.
Lancelot looked at him with interest for a while, without any intention of asking any more questions, turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After hearing him reminding Fiona to prepare the mental recovery potion, there was another sound of a door closing, and the whole dormitory fell silent again.
Behind the screen, Youan hung his head, his hairy belly letting out a soft breath...
Even after the Rising Stars Competition ended, the daily schedule seemed to have not changed at all, and in fact, it had increased.
Lancelot walked slowly to the familiar club. The dim light in the luxurious box cast a shadow on his long red hair, as if it was coated with a layer of blood.
"Too slow, you've been late lately." Enzo lazily put his long legs on the game table and glanced over with his eyelids raised.
Lying on the table opposite him was a man in black with blood all over his head. He was wearing the work clothes of the Winters family. His eyes were full of fear and his whole body was shaking.
"Sorry, sorry... I have to arrange Fiona's work and pay her a satisfactory overtime salary before she can go out. After all, she has a good boss."
Lancelot smiled as he took off his coat and casually hung it on the back of a chair, then walked towards the game table while slowly rolling up his sleeves.
Slender fingers in black gloves inserted into the man's messy hair and pulled it up like pulling weeds.
Lancelot leaned forward, chuckled, and tutted his words, "But you're not so lucky, sir."
"I'm sorry! Master Vansel... I was just following orders..." The man begged for mercy in panic. He had witnessed with his own eyes his masters being carried out in a bloody state during the actual fighting match, and he had also heard about the cruel methods of the other party's interrogator brother. Even if he was not surrounded by a group of young masters who could not be provoked, he did not have the courage to be stubborn.
"I don't like to embarrass a poor worker. It's meaningless."
Lancelot let go of him, leaned on one foot and sat on the table. When the other party showed a relieved expression, he suddenly restrained the smile in his eyes.
"But you have to do something to repay my kindness, right?"
The man's lips trembled as he stared into those nightmarish green eyes, a chill running through his body.
But he couldn't say "no".
In less than ten minutes, in the presence of the family lawyer and patrolman, the confession from Ava Winters's confidant filled five pages of light screen.
There were many people around, including those who had lost the bet, and they didn't bother to hide the contempt in their eyes. Quan Yi even said bluntly, "It turns out that the old-fashioned aristocrats are also cowards who can't afford to lose."
Although he usually behaves like a surly young master, he would not resort to such despicable tricks to treat an ordinary person.
"They say every failure makes you wiser, but why don't you learn anything?" Enzo poured a glass of wine and walked towards Lancelot who was leaning in the corner.
Lancelot sneered and glanced at him: "If you want to mock me, do it now, because there will be no next time."
"That's hard to say." Enzo shrugged.
The two of them didn't chat for long before the lawyer handed over all the organized information.
Lancelot took a quick look and was quite satisfied. He told Quan Yi to put everyone's spending this month on his account, then picked up his coat and prepared to leave for the next destination.
He said he was busy tonight.
To Lancelot's surprise, Enzo seemed to know where he was going and said, "Let's go together."
Lancelot raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Thank you?"
"Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting. As you said, Youan has more than just you as a good boss." Enzo rolled his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Ji Qiao is very concerned about this matter. You know, if he is unhappy, my brother will be unhappy, and then my life will generally not be easy either."
Lancelot showed a trace of pity.
As if they both shared a sorrow, they pushed open the door of the club together.
The clamor of the night swept through the hems of clothes. The patrol stations along the way were gradually evacuated. Passersby raised their heads one after another, focusing on the giant screen in the square that was broadcasting important news.
[According to official reports, a fierce exchange of fire occurred last night between the Yinchuan Pirate Group and an unidentified starship on route B745, resulting in a large number of casualties!]
As we all know, Yinchuan is a notorious pirate leader. The armed group led by him has massacred hundreds of merchant ships and committed countless atrocities, including the Noah that evacuated that year.
But in reality, the nightmares they bring are far more than that.
You Tuantuan squatted on the sofa and yawned, not understanding why his brother woke him up to watch the news after receiving a communication.
He was a little sleepy, but he could be less sleepy if he had to accompany his brother.
You Tuantuan rubbed his cheeks with his little paws to wash his face, and rubbed some of the fur next to him.
Youan watched the news report on the screen intently, and distant memories emerged in his mind.
The mother did not become a gambler at the card table, and the father was not a drug addict. Before they came into contact with these hallucinogenic pills sold everywhere, the family was fine and lived a warm and ordinary life.
He read again the news that Si Wangjin was telling the survivors to find a new home.
The other person has been reborn and will never come back.
Youan muttered, "That's great!", deleted the message silently, looked up and whispered to Fiona, "Can I have some wine?"
"Wine? Now?"
"I want to celebrate."
Remembering that the other party had just won the game, it was indeed something worth celebrating. Fiona stood up, fetched the instrument, and poked it at his forehead. Perhaps she felt that all the indicators were good, so she nodded reservedly: "Okay."
She quickly brought a bottle of fruit wine and a bottle of drink, poured half a glass into each of the small glasses in front of them, and then picked up the bottle and drank from it.
“!!!”
The rabbits were shocked by her bold drinking style. They lowered their heads and took small sips with their tongues, letting the flickering light and shadow on the screen cover the fur on their heads.
[According to incomplete statistics… the military has now taken over the battlefield cleanup, and the specific cause of the incident is currently under investigation by the Interrogation Department. Please stay tuned for further reports…]
“bi——”
The screen broadcasting the news turned into an arc of light and disappeared into the gloomy room.
The man sitting in the swivel chair behind the large desk slowly stood up, his military boots stepping on the metal floor, the sound of his footsteps, neither light nor heavy, like drumbeats hitting the eardrums.
"Your Excellency, Inspector."
The two interrogators immediately straightened their clothes, put down the torture instruments in their hands, nodded politely to the newly appointed superior, and soon one of them began to report on the progress of the mission.
"Currently, 82% of the battlefield has been cleared. All wreckage has been collected and taken to the C7 hold ship. Some of the wreckage is quite unique, and technicians and mechanics are currently analyzing it..."
"But I'm more concerned about where the leader of these pirates has gone."
The black boots landed on the edge of a bloodstain, slowly interrupting the subordinate's report.
The pirate who was detained in the chair had been tortured beyond recognition. He could clearly feel his chest being cut open and then healing again with the help of advanced treatment equipment. The double torture of his mind and body made him wish he could die directly in that sudden attack.
"I don't know..." the pirate repeated tremblingly, "I really don't know..."
He took off the brim of his hat with white gloves and threw it aside, revealing a pair of fox ears on top of his red hair. The young inspector had high eyebrows and deep eyes, a foxy smile on his face, and his purple eyes revealed a blade-like sharpness.
Hearing the useless answer, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh..."
As the light voice fell, the pirate subconsciously felt a chill running up his tail vertebrae, and then his chattering teeth were pressed against a cold mechanical tube.
Just when the bloodstains on the wall were about to cover another layer, a cheerful prompt tone that was inconsistent with the scene in front of him suddenly sounded, and a communication light screen appeared next to Fox Ear.
"What's wrong, dear?"
Colin Vanser held the gun against the man's bloody chin, and an extremely sweet voice came out of his throat.
"I'm about to land in Granton! I'll probably be there for a while, so if you miss me, we can have some video sex—Hello? Hello?"
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