Chapter 108: Game Upgrade, Returning the Favor【Two Updates in a Row】

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Guan Junyuan returned home, his heart heavy with worry. Although the message had been delivered, he remained uncertain about how the senior would respond. He truly had no confidence in the outcome.

There was nothing he could do; Old Qian’s connections were formidable, so much so that even the police department dared not provoke him. Not to mention someone at Guan’s level as a department head— even a principal would likely have to kneel unless they were prepared for mutual destruction.

It was said that legendary masters were capricious and quick to turn hostile because... without madness, survival was impossible! The sane ones were all dead.

From the few encounters he’d had, that senior was clearly not normal.

Fortunately, the man was safe and had been successfully rescued. Now, all that remained was to hope that he held enough weight in that senior’s eyes to speak well of Jiang City.

As he thought this, Guan’s face darkened further.

He suddenly realized that having Ye Chao speak on someone’s behalf might backfire terribly — it could be tantamount to self-sabotage.

A sudden urge to rush back to the hospital to stop Ye Chao overwhelmed him, but then he thought… the matter had to be addressed eventually. With Ye Chao’s emotional intelligence, unless someone prompted him word for word, the result would likely turn from repeated attempts and failures into a string of failures instead.

Buddha willing, the senior would show some generosity.

Pushing open the door, he found his pet parrot behaving unusually—not immersed in the game, but lifting the holographic helmet up high, placing it down, then lifting it again, repeatedly.

“Uncle Bird, what are you doing?” Guan asked in puzzlement.

“Junyuan, you’re back!” The parrot turned, relieved, and shoved the helmet into Guan’s hands. “This is outright bullying of the parrot! Simply outright bullying!”

Guan was baffled, but following Uncle Bird’s gesture, he put on the helmet and finally understood what was happening.

What had happened?

Simply put, the game had been updated.

Everything else remained the same, but one new rule was added: this helmet was custom-designed to boost scores for the college entrance examination! To ensure students develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and in labor, starting now, every player must attend a class and complete a test each day after logging in. Only passing the test allows entry into the game; otherwise, no playing!

“Teacher Guan, what’s going on?”

“Why do we have to do tests now?”

“Even students might accept it, but we’re teachers…”

The key was that despite being teachers and having chosen their own subjects, none of them had managed to pass and access the game so far.

If teachers struggled, students were even more desperate. We buy these expensive helmets supposedly to supplement cultural lessons, but now you expect us to take tests in the game? Is this just pointless nonsense, or are you doing it for someone else?

Guan’s chat device was bombarded with desperate messages, the alert tone ringing relentlessly.

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No wonder Uncle Bird was so irritable. Although long-lived and knowledgeable enough to teach the puppy to write, it couldn’t pass tests designed for high school students or even teachers.

Guan suddenly grasped Alpha Ji’s meaning.

You only care about passing, right?

Although the person was saved, it was basically self-rescue; the culprit remained free; my dignity is worth nothing.

In that case, don’t blame me for just barely passing!

“Boosting college entrance exam scores” was the helmet’s slogan! Main subjects count as points, but don’t minor subjects count as well? As long as it boosts your score, who cares if it’s a major or minor subject? Isn’t that why you bought it? That’s how it was marketed!

In short, the helmet will continue to be sold as is, and I won’t exclude you. But if anyone from Jiang City ever levels up in my virtual space, then I’ll admit defeat!

Business is sometimes about relations, but relations can also be business.

Since you want to separate scores so distinctly, let’s forget relations and talk business.

It was tactful and reasonable, but the implications were terrifying upon closer thought.

After a moment of stunned silence, Guan rubbed his bald head, feeling its hardness, and sighed deeply: “Sigh, it seems I can’t avoid using my five-star reputation after all. I was hoping to keep it secret until after the college entrance exam…”

Opening the chat device, he typed a message, copied and pasted it… Oh yes, there was a group-send function. Selecting all, he sent the message and closed his eyes in quiet anticipation.

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Jiang City, Shangshang District.

Administrative Center, Grand Conference Hall.

Old Qian stepped out of the elders’ office area, pacing slowly. His face, mostly hidden by a thick beard, revealed no expression.

He honestly didn’t know what to feel.

The higher-ups had handled the matter, the middlemen had soothed tensions, and the scapegoats had been coached to stick to their stories… everything seemed proper and thorough. By all rights, it should be over with no more complications.

Yet… Old Qian couldn’t shake a vague unease, especially from the strange looks the investigators gave him.

He looked down at his pants—zipper intact.

Had he accidentally offended some big shot?

Impossible. If he had truly offended someone powerful, how could he feel no pressure? How could everything be so well managed?

He didn’t know that even “Papa Ma” had secretly chatted with a fake account…

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Lost in thought, he brushed past a group of people and felt a sudden stinging in his eyes.

Rubbing them, he saw the familiar, dazzling bald head enter the grand hall, casting a meaningful glance back before stepping inside.

“Hmph, just a low-level department head, why be afraid!” Old Qian flipped him an indifferent middle finger, wiped away his tears, zipped up firmly, and strode forward proudly.

Elders’ Office.

“What is it?” The gray-haired, dignified Chief Elder of General Affairs looked up from a mountain of files and, without hesitation, said to the glaring bald head before him, “The decision has been made. If you have any objections, you may raise them with the Chief Elder.”

Jiang City’s system was a typical elder council.

There were three top officials—the Chief Elder, the Military Elder, and the General Affairs Elder.

Chief Elder Fang Nian was in charge of administration, official promotions, city security, and convening expanded elder meetings; Military Elder Lei Yifa handled troop deployments, recruitment, training, city defenses, and field explorations; General Affairs Elder Li Jing’ao managed logistics distribution, household registration, urban development, education, and more.

Although ranked first, second, and third, many responsibilities overlapped, making it hard to distinguish superiority.

Normally, kidnapping cases fell under security and thus the Chief Elder’s domain, but unsurprisingly, it landed with the General Affairs Elder. Since he also oversaw education, not only Guan Junyuan but even the third middle school’s principal would have to kowtow.

The so-called “you may raise objections to the Chief Elder” was merely a sarcastic remark, meaning the matter was closed and one should remain silent.

As this was said, most of Guan Junyuan’s entourage changed expression.

After all, this was a powerhouse in a city of two hundred thousand! Before the disaster, even a village head of two thousand could control everything.

Amid the stunned silence, a casual voice rang out: “Maybe not.”

The General Affairs Elder, who had been looking down, immediately looked up sharply, eyes like a hawk.

Twenty people entered, twelve men and eight women—fifty legs suddenly went weak.

Ximen’s whole body slackened, wobbling, yet at this moment, he stiffened—he was a soldier under the Military Elder’s command. “Old Guan, now that you’re here, what, gonna chicken out?”

“You’re the one chicken!” Guan Junyuan stepped forward, “General Affairs Elder, we have something to report.”

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