67: Chapter 67 Director Wang's Revenge: A Piece of Ice Found

The sun set in the west, and the afterglow was like blood.

It dyed the entire Tianqiong Academy a shade of orange-red.

On the only path leading to the boys' dormitory, a sneaky figure was hiding behind a massive sycamore tree.

The person wore a loose black trench coat with the collar turned up to cover most of his face, a low-pressed baseball cap on his head, and... an Ultraman mask.

Yes, the kind of cheap plastic mask sold for five yuan at the school gate—the Tiga model.

This person was none other than the Dean of Discipline, Dean of Students.

Ever since experiencing that horrific "Peppa Pig Underwear Show" in the plaza, Dean of Students felt his life was ruined. He didn't dare see anyone, go back to the office, or even go to the bathroom.

At this moment, his heart was filled with monstrous hatred for Gu Fan.

"Gu Fan... since you won't let me live in peace, I won't let you live in peace either!"

Dean of Students gritted his teeth and stared intently at the intersection through the eyeholes of the mask. "I don't believe you won't come out! As long as I catch you breaking school rules—even if it's just spitting on the ground—I'll expel you! I'll kick you out of the academy!"

He had already been lying in wait here for two hours.

Finally, heaven did not fail those who persevere.

In the distance, a familiar figure came swaying toward him.

That was The Vain (Clone C).

Although most Clones had already dissipated, because The Vain had absorbed too much "worship Power Of Faith" (actually just fans' screaming), his spiritual energy was slightly more abundant, allowing him to last a few minutes longer than the other two.

At this time, The Vain was in a semi-transparent, drifting state, but he didn't seem to notice it himself, still immersed in his own world.

He took one step and stopped for three.

Whenever he passed something reflective—be it a lamppost, a puddle, or someone's car window—he would stop to look at his reflection and fix his hairstyle.

"Sigh, this damn dusk stretches my shadow so long, making my figure look even more slender."

The Vain said affectionately to a trash can lid by the roadside.

Dean of Students' eyes lit up behind the tree.

"Good opportunity!"

"Talking to a trash can! This is definitely a mental abnormality! Or he's meeting with someone from outside the school!"

"And he's not wearing his school uniform jacket! Improper dress! Violation of School Rule Article 13!"

Dean of Students felt his chance had come.

He burst out from behind the tree, striking his signature "Dragon Capturing Hand" pose.

"Gu Fan! You're under arrest!"

To hide his identity, he intentionally lowered his voice, letting out a beast-like roar.

The Vain was startled.

He turned around and saw a weirdo in an Ultraman mask and a black trench coat pouncing toward him with claws bared.

A normal person seeing this would definitely run or fight back.

But The Vain was not a normal person.

He sized Dean of Students up and gave a playful smile.

"Oh? Chasing after me already?"

The Vain flicked his bangs. "Wearing a mask... You must be a fanatical sasaeng fan of mine, right? Trying to use this roleplay vibe to get my attention?"

"I have to say, you've succeeded. Man, you've caught my interest."

Dean of Students' charging motion stiffened in mid-air, nearly throwing out his lower back.

What the hell is a sasaeng fan! What the hell is "man"!

I'm here to catch you!

"Cut the crap! Come with me to the Academic Affairs Office!"

Dean of Students roared, his large hand about to clasp The Vain's shoulder.

[Ding! Detected 'Imposter Dean of Students' arrest malice.]

[System Determination: Clone 'The Vain' has exhausted its energy and is about to go offline.]

[Parting Gift: Since you want to grab something, I'll leave you a souvenir.]

Just as Dean of Students' fingers touched The Vain's clothes.

*Pfft—*

It was the sound of a balloon leaking air.

The Vain's figure shattered like a bubble in front of Dean of Students.

No body, no clothes, nothing.

Only a burst of pink smoke with a thick rose fragrance enveloped Dean of Students' face.

Dean of Students used too much force and lunged into empty air, stumbling forward a few steps due to momentum and nearly falling flat on his face.

"Cough, cough, cough! What is this? Poison gas?!"

Dean of Students coughed violently, waving his arms to disperse the smoke.

When the smoke cleared.

What he held in his hand was no longer Gu Fan's shoulder, but a small mirror.

It was the very one The Vain always carried.

Dean of Students stood blankly holding the mirror, which reflected his ridiculous appearance in the Tiga Ultraman mask.

On the mirror's surface, a few words were scrawled crookedly in lipstick:

[To my little fan: Love me, don't stop. — Left by The Vain.]

"Argh—!!!"

Looking at those words, Dean of Students could no longer control his emotions and let out a shrill scream.

"Gu Fan! You're playing me! Are you a ghost?!"

Just then.

A few students passing by after class were drawn over by the commotion.

They witnessed an unforgettable scene:

Under the setting sun, a perverted middle-aged man in a black trench coat and a Tiga Ultraman mask was raging impotently at the air while holding a small mirror with a love note written on it.

"Holy crap! Look! Who's that?"

"That look... is a bit avant-garde."

"Ultraman failed to catch the monster?"

"Wait... that build, that receding hairline (it's showing even with the hat)... why does he look a bit like... the Dean of Discipline?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! The Dean of Discipline wears Peppa Pig; this one is Ultraman. Clearly not the same person!"

"Makes sense! It seems our academy has quite a few perverts."

*Click! Click!*

Flashbulbs went off.

Dean of Students stiffened at the sound of the shutters.

He whipped his head around and saw a group of students holding their phones through the mask.

If he was recognized... if he didn't run... "I'm not Dean of Students! I'm not!!!"

Dean of Students let out a roar that clearly gave him away, covered his face (even though he already had a mask), activated his Grandmaster-level speed once more, and vanished at the end of the road like a gust of black wind.

Leaving behind only a mess and that lonely small mirror lying on the ground.

[Ding! Detected 'Dean of Students' mental breakdown after his second social death.]

[malice points +3000!]

In the dormitory.

Gu Fan, having just finished digesting the Clone's memories, shook his head upon hearing the notification.

"Why bother, Director Wang?"

He took a sip of the happy water on the table and said to the Spirit of the Secret Realm in the bottle beside him:

"You see, one should be broad-minded like me. If you're always thinking of harming others, you'll definitely be the one getting hurt in the end."

The ball of light in the bottle flickered twice, seemingly rolling its eyes.

Outside the window, night fell.

Another peaceful day at Tianqiong War God Academy finally came to an end.