10: Chapter 10 I'm not a leg fetishist, I'm just doing some research
"Um, Principal?"
Seeing Zhou Libin staring blankly at the Guild Certificate, Su Qingyuan couldn't help but urge him.
Zhou Libin snapped back to his senses and leaned back. "I'll be straight with you. You can enter the Martial Arts Class, but there are no resources."
"No resources?" Su Qingyuan's brow furrowed slightly, her cold voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "Didn't the higher-ups allocate the resources for this semester long ago?"
"Teacher Su, you're an adult. How can you still be so naive?"
Then, Zhou Libin asked pointedly, "Let me put it this way: Chen Bo left the elite high school at No. 3 Middle School to transfer to our school. Why do you think that is?"
Su Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat. "Are you saying..."
Zhou Libin immediately interrupted her. "Enough. Some things are best understood in silence; saying them out loud is unpleasant."
He then looked at Yun Zhuo, his gaze sharpening. "Without resources, do you still want to enter the Martial Arts Class?"
Yun Zhuo felt a surge of anger, but he suppressed it.
An arm can't wrestle a thigh. Go file a complaint now? Make a big scene?
Please, the top priority right now was the Martial Arts Examination in a month.
By the time he actually got someone fired and the resources in hand, the Martial Arts Examination would have long been over.
He took a deep breath, his tone calm yet resilient. "If there are no Cultivation resources, surely there are still Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills?"
Zhou Libin nodded. "Those, we have. But don't even think about other Cultivation resources, including the school's training room—you can't use that either."
"Fine," Yun Zhuo agreed decisively. He looked up and asked, "When can I go pick out a Cultivation Technique and Martial Skill?"
"Come to my office first thing tomorrow morning," Zhou Libin instructed, his tone turning heavy. "Also, don't tell anyone about you joining the Martial Arts Class, especially your neighbor Li Wanqing. This is for your own good."
"Understood. Everything is focused on next month's Martial Arts Examination." Yun Zhuo's tone was frank, his mind as clear as a mirror.
Hearing this, Zhou Libin's expression softened slightly, and he sighed. "I can see you're not stupid. You have talent and a steady Heart-Nature. It's just... you don't have a good father to back you up."
"Principal, relying on a father is just being a parasite." Yun Zhuo looked up at him, his eyes bright with the rebelliousness of youth.
Why would I rely on a father when I have the System? I'd have to be brain-dead.
...
In the Class 5 group chat, photos of Yun Zhuo riding the supercar motorcycle were going viral, and message notifications were chiming one after another in the classroom.
He was already handsome to begin with, and combined with the original owner's previously timid demeanor, it gave him a somewhat melancholic air. There were quite a few girls in school who secretly crushed on him.
Otherwise, when the original owner was kicked down by Chen Bo, so many people wouldn't have been so quick to call the police.
In the back row of the classroom, a girl held up a holographic projection from her bracelet and shouted excitedly, "Family, look! Isn't my Xiao Zhuo-zi insanely handsome?
This profile shot of him riding is so handsome it's illegal."
A boy next to her zoomed in on the photo on his own bracelet. "It really is Yun Zhuo. This bike clearly isn't cheap. Where did he get the money for such a nice ride?"
"I can't take it, I can't take it!" another girl with a high ponytail squealed, her eyes full of stars. "Who can get in touch with Xiao Zhuo-zi right now?
I want to skip class! I want to sit on his back seat, wrap my arms around his waist, and have him take me for a ride!"
"Pah, handsome my foot!" a boy in the back row muttered sourly. "If I had such a cool bike, I'd definitely look handsomer than him riding it!"
Li Wanqing, who was resting in the school training room, saw these photos and was immediately fuming.
"How could this guy do this?" she grumbled through gritted teeth. "He actually sold the house just to buy a bike? He got my great-uncle and great-aunt kicked out—doesn't he know my mom is having a huge row with them over this?"
After complaining, she couldn't help but stare at Yun Zhuo's profile in a daze. Honestly, this kid was really handsome. It was a pity his talent was a bit lacking. If it were just a little better, she might have agreed to be his War Princess.
Chen Bo, who was wiping sweat nearby, saw that something was wrong. He put down his towel, leaned over, and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Xiao Wan? Who made you angry?"
Li Wanqing immediately enlarged the holographic screen on her bracelet for him. "Look, Yun Zhuo actually sold his house to buy a bike. Is that the kind of bike someone like him should be riding?"
When Chen Bo saw the supercar motorcycle beneath Yun Zhuo, his eyes lit up, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
This bike was way too cool.
Then his brow furrowed, and he followed Li Wanqing's lead. "Giving such a nice bike to him to ride is a total waste."
"Exactly! Does a person like him deserve to ride such a good bike? No, I have to go ask him why he's acting crazy, selling his house just to buy a bike."
"Hey, why are you asking him that? You haven't been charmed by him, have you?"
"I... No, what are you thinking? You don't know—he sold the house, and now my great-uncle and great-aunt have nowhere to live. I have to go confront him.
By the way, does your family have any spare houses? Can you let my great-uncle and great-aunt stay for a few days?"
"This..."
"Never mind, I won't force you. I'll just go find Yun Zhuo."
"Wait, I didn't say no. I'll go back and get the keys for you right now."
...
Wasteland New Village.
Yun Zhuo had already fixed the lights, faucets, and sockets in the house.
Since Teacher Su had to supervise evening self-study today, he was the only one left at home.
He opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat, but the large double-door fridge only contained half a cabbage, two eggs, and an unfinished half-carton of milk.
When he saw these things, Yun Zhuo's first reaction wasn't that Teacher Su's family was poor, but rather a wave of dizziness caused by conflicting memories.
In his memory, the names of these ingredients corresponded to two different sets of images.
One set was his own, and the other belonged to the original owner—which was what Yun Zhuo was seeing now.
Because this world had suffered a Great Cataclysm triggered by a Silicon-based Virus, living organisms had undergone mutations. Food was also biological, so its appearance had changed.
The cognitive dissonance caused his brain to feel dizzy, much like how some people feel dizzy, nauseous, or even vomit when playing 3D games—it was essentially a sensory disorder.
Fortunately, the difference between the two sets of images wasn't huge. Yun Zhuo simply thought of them as genetically modified foods to correct his perception.
In his dizziness, he accidentally pulled open a refrigerated drawer in the fridge, which was neatly filled with stockings.
Looking at these black silks, white silks, nude silks, as well as pantyhose, garter belts, thigh-highs, business style, evening style, and various deniers...
He plunged right in, took a deep breath, and his head stopped spinning.
Yun Zhuo swore he wasn't a leg person; it was mainly because these stockings didn't conflict with his memories, allowing his disordered recollections to be corrected in time.
Also, deep breathing helped alleviate brain dizziness.
But as soon as he looked up, he regretted it. He had been so focused on 'research' that he forgot he didn't know how to fold these things.
Teacher Su had originally folded them into neat little rolls.
Yun Zhuo had now piled them into lumps. As long as Teacher Su wasn't blind, she would know someone had touched her stockings.
"Crap, when Teacher Su comes back and sees this, she'll definitely call me a pervert."
Just then, his antique-grade bracelet rang. It was Teacher Su. "Hey, Xiao Zhuo, come out for a bit."
"For what? Evening self-study isn't over yet, is it? Did you skip class?"
"Skip your head! Get out here quickly; it's a good thing."