182: Chapter 182: If you can't resolve the conflict, escalate it.
Song Houcai turned to look at the terminal display screen, and the next moment he exclaimed in shock, "Twenty b-rank missions! You actually completed twenty b-rank missions?"
Yun Zhuo couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on him; he took all the mission tokens out of his bracelet and placed them on the counter.
Behind him, Du Mingxing and the other First-year Freshmen stared with wide eyes.
He actually completed twenty b-rank missions? The completion count is actually twice that of Young Master Du?
How is this possible?
Du Mingxing also felt this was impossible. With the assistance of two level-40 War Princesses, he had only completed ten. Since Yun Zhuo didn't have any level-40 War Princesses, how could he possibly complete so many?
Just then, Song Houcai at the window suddenly said, "Completing twenty b-rank missions in a week isn't really that much."
Yun Zhuo had indeed accepted these twenty missions six days ago, but since he had returned too late, he hadn't been able to turn them in.
The next day, because Sister Su had prepared a schedule and had already collected all the missions on the list,
Yun Zhuo figured that since the mission expiration dates were still far off, he might as well finish all of them and turn them in at once.
When the crowd heard that he had spent a week doing these twenty b-rank missions, that meant it was less than three b-rank missions a day?
Thinking about it that way, it didn't seem like much, and they had gotten excited for nothing.
Du Mingxing curled his lips; this was normal. You don't have a level-40 War Princess, so what can you compare with me?
Even if you complete three b-rank missions a day, my completion count is still three times yours.
Song Houcai began to verify Yun Zhuo's mission tokens. This time, he was incredibly thorough, taking over forty minutes just to verify the twenty missions before finally finishing.
"Two thousand academic credits have been transferred to your account; check it yourself. Alright, next!"
"Wait a moment, Teacher." Yun Zhuo began taking out more mission tokens. "I still have missions that haven't been counted yet."
"You still have some?" Song Houcai looked at him in astonishment.
Yun Zhuo nodded, "Click it and take a look at the next page."
The mission record was a table that could only display twenty entries at a time. It didn't look like much, but since the school was founded, no one had ever filled all twenty lines when turning in missions.
Song Houcai looked down skeptically, and in the bottom left corner of the table, there was a line of small red text: Page: 1/3.
That meant there were two more pages, meaning at least twenty-one more missions.
He hurriedly clicked to the next page and was dumbfounded.
He quickly clicked to the third page and was dumbfounded again.
Thirty missions, and they were all a-rank.
"You actually completed thirty a-rank missions? How is this possible!"
As soon as these words exploded from the window, the entire mission management hall erupted into chaos.
Du Mingxing's knees went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees in fright.
"That guy actually completed thirty a-rank missions? Is that for real?"
"Impossible, that's absolutely impossible. Isn't he the same First-year Freshman as us? Even if he's awesome, it's impossible for him to be so awesome that he could finish thirty a-rank missions in one go!"
"We struggle to complete two b-rank missions a day, yet he completed thirty in one go, and they're a-rank! Even the second-year seniors wouldn't dare to act this cocky!"
The hall was packed with thousands of people, and suddenly it was bustling with endless whispering and gossiping.
If Yun Zhuo had completed five a-rank missions, calculating it as one per day, that might have been possible.
After all, even Young Master Chen wanted to kill him, not only leveling up to thirty-five himself but also contracting three level-40 War Princesses and pulling in the Thirteen Protectors, the strongest fighters among the First-year Freshmen.
All of this was just to kill him in the examination hall.
If he could enjoy such treatment, he must have his exceptional qualities.
But even so, to complete thirty a-rank missions in one go, how is that possible!
Yun Zhuo didn't care about any of that; he took out the mission tokens and said, "Teacher, let's settle the missions."
Song Houcai inside, however, turned his butt, swiveled his chair around, rested his right hand on the table, and looked at Yun Zhuo unhurriedly, saying, "Did you hear what they are saying outside?"
"What they say, what does that have to do with me turning in missions?"
"Student Yun Zhuo, don't be ungrateful. I'm saying this to save you Face. You'd better be sensible; it's better for everyone that way."
Yun Zhuo looked indifferent. "I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of."
"Is that so?" Song Houcai suddenly stood up, knocking on the table with his knuckles and saying, "Completing thirty a-rank missions in a week—are you treating everyone like idiots?"
"Just tell me straight, can you settle these missions or not?"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because you, kid, cheated."
"Do you have proof?"
"What proof do you need? Any fool knows that as a First-year Freshman, how could you possibly complete so many a-rank missions?"
"Hey~ Teacher Song, don't curse yourself like that."
"What do you mean by that, kid?"
"Are you not only a fool, but also an idiot?"
"You!"
"What 'you'? If you say I cheated, then bring out the evidence. If there's no evidence, then settle my mission academic credits."
"I can't settle it. Go find whoever you want; I can't settle it here."
Du Mingxing laughed. Just a moment ago, hearing that he had completed so many a-rank missions in one go had really scared him to death.
As it turns out, heh, it was actually cheating.
"What are you laughing at?" Yun Zhuo looked at him with cold eyes.
"Am I laughing? You must have seen it wrong; it's them who are laughing."
As he said this, Li Mingxing pointed to the people around them.
Yun Zhuo said irritably, "What the hell are you laughing at? If that scoundrel inside dares to say I cheated today without evidence, he will definitely do the same to you tomorrow.
When you work hard tomorrow, finally manage to complete an a-rank mission, and come happily to settle your academic credits, only for this scoundrel to say 'you cheated' and deny all the fruits of your labor,
will you still be able to laugh then?"
Once these words were spoken, the crowd's laughter froze on their Faces.
They were all university students who knew how dark the world could be. If this teacher dared to treat Yun Zhuo this way today, who could guarantee that such a thing wouldn't happen to them tomorrow?
This wasn't alarmist talk; they had seen plenty of such cases of calling a deer a horse recently.
They were all civilians with no one to rely on, depending on these few academic credits to achieve a Heaven-Defying change in their fate. Were they going to block this last path as well?
Seeing that the crowd had started to quiet down, Yun Zhuo struck while the iron was hot. "You are not the Thirteen Protectors; you don't have that kind of family background. Your only chance for a Heaven-Defying change in fate is these pitiful academic credits.
But now, open your eyes and take a good look at the arrogant appearance of that scoundrel inside.
Out of respect for him, we call him Teacher.
He's no teacher; he's just a wage earner.
Are you really willing to be bullied by such trash?"
If you can't resolve a conflict, then escalate it.
The bigger the scene, the more favorable it was for him.
In any case, he was in the right in this matter; no matter how you put it, it was that scoundrel inside who was looking down on others.
As for whether the school would settle scores with him later, that would have to wait until later.
In any case, there was no way he would just swallow this bitter pill.
Besides, that scoundrel inside was neither a teaching assistant nor a professor; he was just a lousy school worker.
In terms of martial strength, as long as he dared to jump out and fight, a level-37 Earth Rank High Grade piece of trash like him could be crushed by him with just a single finger.
In terms of value in the school's eyes, was he, an eighteen-year-old, level-40 War Spirit Master, really inferior to him?
It seemed he really was inferior; he was about to be killed by Chen Qi, and what value did a dead person have?
Regardless, Yun Zhuo was prepared to flip the table.
Anyway, now that he knew the Space Gate, at worst he just wouldn't attend this lousy university and would go back to Nun Village to be his own mountain king.