39: Ye Pai Bakshi

Liu Yan opened his eyes and looked suspiciously at the old man in front of him.

"What is it?"

The principal took a sip of tea and slowly said:

"Shouldn't you ask about the reward first?"

Liu Yan shook his head. He had completely lost trust in the old man in front of him.

"This one will be a bit more tiring. You will be the examiner for the entire school's graduation assessment."

"All students will enter in batches and attack you. Their scores will be determined by their performance. This kind of practical assessment is more valuable than a written test."

Given Liu Yan's popularity at school, his lectures would already ignite the students' passion for learning. In this situation, having Liu Yan as the examiner would further stimulate them!

After all, who wouldn't go all out to challenge their idol?

"This time, there really has to be a reward," Liu Yan said with a serious expression.

There were over two thousand students in the entire school. A single match could only have a dozen or so people at most. Finishing all the assessments would waste too much of his time.

He could help with live-streamed lectures, even if there were no benefits, it didn't matter, as it was his habit.

But this matter was already affecting Liu Yan's search for the resuscitation ventilator.

"I remember you died once in Bakshi before."

"Also, these new scars on your face, did you die again in a classified mission?"

Liu Yan subconsciously touched his left cheek and nodded.

"This time's reward is an ECMO," the principal slowly stated.

"Okay, I accept."

Liu Yan did not hesitate for a moment.

As the 9-slot big red in the game, the rarity of ECMO goes without saying.

And the function of ECMO to eliminate sequelae was precisely the second item he needed most, besides the resuscitation ventilator.

"That's good. You better pay attention, kid, because I'm paying for this ECMO out of my own pocket!"

"Alright, it's settled. You can go back now. Classes start tomorrow."

"Okay."

Liu Yan nodded, then got up and left the principal's office.

A student saw Liu Yan walking out of the principal's office and immediately shouted:

"God Yan is here!!!"

Before Liu Yan could react.

Intense footsteps came from upstairs and downstairs.

Liu Yan, with his exceptionally keen hearing, felt his head about to explode in such a situation.

"God Yan! I want to have your babies!"

"God Yan, I love you!"

"God Yan, I'm also a gay man! Do you think I'm good enough?"

At this moment, Liu Yan finally understood why celebrities need bodyguards when they go out.

Facing the students' enthusiasm, Liu Yan was powerless to resist. Using the stair railing, he quickly descended to the first floor with a few flips.

"Being popular brings a lot of trouble..." Liu Yan simply left the school.

This was not the first time Liu Yan had skipped class; however, each time it was forced.

Liu Yan opened his phone and checked his savings.

¥ 9,107,593.00

Such a cold number.

This was even after the low resale ratio at the recycling stall; otherwise, it would easily be over ten million.

After transferring 1 million yuan for Dr. Zhao's treatment, Liu Yan still had over 8 million yuan in savings.

After much thought, Liu Yan transferred another 2 million yuan to Dr. Zhao.

Dr. Zhao: ?

Liu Yan: Too much money, don't know how to spend it.

Dr. Zhao: Come to the hospital, I suspect you also have a brain problem!

"Sigh, I finally have money, but I don't even know how to spend it. Is this what being used to being poor is like?"

Liu Yan shook his head helplessly.

It was evening, and Liu Yan had planned to go out and relax.

However, a poor person who suddenly became rich didn't even know how to spend money!

"Maybe I should donate some. It's just sitting there anyway."

A light bulb went off, and Liu Yan opened his phone, starting to donate on Shuidichou.

Without exception, all were brain cancer patients.

In the end, Liu Yan donated a total of 5 million yuan, leaving only 3 million yuan in cash for himself to buy equipment.

If he could make money through the delta, Liu Yan would never lack money.

Furthermore, his goal was the resuscitation ventilator, which money couldn't buy.

After making the donations, Liu Yan went straight home to wash up and sleep.

The physical enhancement brought by the physical strength enhancer made Liu Yan's body feel no fatigue.

But after a whole day, his tense nerves still made his head feel heavy... The next day, at school.

A student stood at the entrance of the conference hall, looking at the crowded hall and lamenting:

"Damn, I purposely arrived at school half an hour early, but I still can only sit in the back row?"

"Save it. Those few bastards in the front row, I bet they slept at school last night."

The student sitting in the middle seat looked displeased towards the front row.

The few students in the front row showed smug expressions.

Just last night, the school announced that all lectures until graduation would be changed to watching Liu Yan's action videos.

Not only that, the final graduation exam was also changed from a written test to attacking Liu Yan.

This greatly increased the learning desire of the students, who had already become die-hard fans of Liu Yan.

Some even declared to their families that they would not be going home until graduation and would live in the school's conference hall!

"After so many years of teaching, my influence is still not as good as a student!"

The principal and several other teachers also expressed their helplessness upon seeing this situation.

But no matter what, being able to boost the students' desire to learn was ultimately a good thing.

This way, after graduation, students would be able to establish themselves when they entered different action companies.

Although the school could help with placement, if they didn't have the skills themselves, even if they successfully joined a company, being fired would only be a matter of time.

At that point, they would only be able to start their own businesses and become the lowest rung of society.

The school did not want to see such things happen.

"Teacher Qi, give Liu Yan a call. Don't let these rascals wait too long."

Feeling the burning gazes from the audience, the principal helplessly looked at Teacher Qi beside him.

Just then, the screen lit up with an image.

"It's starting! It's starting! God Yan is invincible!"

"Stop shouting, where is God Yan?"

"Are those two his teammates? Why haven't I seen them before?"

In the picture, Liu Yan was wearing 4 sets of armor, holding a fully modified giant wave.

Beside Liu Yan, there were also two middle-aged men, who were Liu Yan's teammates for this operation.

Originally, Liu Yan had prepared his equipment and wanted to enter Bakshi, but he was told again that he couldn't enter without teammates.

Helplessly, Liu Yan had to find two randomly matched teammates in the trading zone.

The drop point for this round was Asala Camp in Bakshi.

After landing, a Big Beard man looked at Liu Yan and said fiercely:

"Kid, listen to my command later. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it, understand?"

Seeing that Liu Yan didn't speak, another Bald Man said unhappily:

"I told you not to bring him. Bringing in this kind of student not only means one less combat power, but he might even cause trouble."

"Wasn't there really no one else?" Big Beard said irritably, then pushed Liu Yan.

"Are you mute? I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Listen to my command later!"

Liu Yan looked at the military drone behind him as if no one else was there.

Considering that he had promised the principal to teach, Liu Yan did not directly shoot the two men dead.

While that would solve the problem, it would set a bad example for the students. "Getting along" with difficult teammates was also a required course in the Third District.

"Okay," Liu Yan looked at Big Beard, revealing a friendly smile.