Makeup Exam and Account Opening

Oh.

Zhu Yan actually wanted to open a [Hunter] account, but the [Hunter] pattern on his palm was still hidden.

Calculating the time, it probably wouldn't appear until tomorrow noon.

He could only hope that Guan En wouldn't find out.

Zhu Yan thought leisurely as he helped shove the last bag of rice into the gap in the cupboard.

This was only a small portion of the inventory in Feng Qiang's ring.

But even this small portion was enough to leave the other two in the dorm in awe; they were practically singing and dancing around him.

Zhu Yan had no time to mess around with them.

After taking a shower, he shrank into his blanket, the tuxedo cat pressing warmly against him.

Zhu Yan quickly filled out the form on his phone and asked Yang Zhanbai to help send it to Guan En.

...

The next day.

A very ugly beef sandwich was stuffed into Zhu Yan's arms; it was made by Qi Yinming using the sliced bread and cooked beef Zhu Yan had brought back.

The three of them walked through the mist that gave off a faint rotting stench, stumbling their way toward the school gate.

Zhu Yan ate the not-so-delicious sandwich with a good appetite while scrolling through his phone.

There was new activity in their freshmen group chat. This time, it was a notice for all freshmen who had not participated in the entrance exam.

"Notice: After deliberation by the Academic Affairs Office, the official registration time for freshmen of our school has been adjusted to exactly 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow. The registration location is the Xishan University East Campus Open-air Stadium."

"All freshmen are requested to arrive on time to participate in the makeup exam and obtain their dormitory assignment information and freshman welcome package."

"Please note, parents are not allowed to enter."

"The Academic Affairs Office advises all freshmen not to bring luggage."

After this message was sent, the freshmen group chat was as quiet as a mouse.

Of course, Zhu Yan didn't think that everyone really had no reaction.

It was highly likely that the campus network was just too poor, and the people inside simply couldn't see what the people outside were posting!

He looked up toward the end of the thin mist and vaguely saw a bus, along with several figures in black uniforms standing in front of it.

Guan En was also looking inside, following Director Jin's gaze.

Originally, Director Jin had not planned to come in person.

But since the ability [Telekinesis] was snatched away, he had tossed and turned all night and simply decided to tag along.

Director Jin's head of black hair was combed meticulously. His face was extremely well-maintained, and he looked radiant, showing not a hint of sluggishness.

"Is the matter settled?" he suddenly asked.

"According to the Director's wishes, I also sent a private message with the form to that Tu Shan."

Guan En lowered his voice, ensuring their conversation wouldn't be heard by anyone else.

"I also took the opportunity to check Tu Shan's family background. It's very clean; it's indeed impossible for him to be that person from Bailu City."

Director Jin gave an "Mhm," narrowing his eyes to look at the students gradually walking out of the thin mist.

"That kid actually has quite a lot of capability," he said with a smile. "Leaving aside other things, how do you think he was able to participate in an instance across cities?"

"How many abilities has he snatched already?"

"At least four," Guan En said, then couldn't help but ask, "Director, why are you recruiting that Tu Shan? You used to detest this kind of person."

Director Jin patted Guan En's shoulder.

"He's useful." He said it simply and clearly. "Xiao Guan, a person who reveals their desires so clearly will definitely reveal their weaknesses too."

"This kind of person isn't stupid. Nurture him a bit, promise some benefits, and he'll be a good informant for us planted in [Xishan University]."

Director Jin thought of the top three in this large-scale game and smiled again.

"This thief is quite shrewd. To hide his identity, he didn't even make it into the top three in this instance."

Guan En knew who the "thief" referred to.

He kept his eyes lowered and his mind focused, listening patiently to Director Jin speak.

"It seems he has made up his mind to keep a low profile. What kind of dormitory specification do you think he would be in?"

Yesterday, that student named Qi Yinming had taken pictures of that [Student Guide] page by page and sent them to him to see.

The campus network was slow, and the other party was even using the [Player Forum].

But Guan En truly didn't know.

He found that he didn't understand that mysterious player at all; he had no idea what choices the other party would make.

They could only investigate little by little, just like handling a case.

Guan En had to shake his head, and Director Jin didn't continue the topic.

"Wait until they pass the ability test. As usual, pick a few from among them who meet the requirements in all aspects."

Director Jin instructed in a low voice.

"Someone higher up asked for high-potential offensive abilities and somewhat surprising alternative abilities."

"As usual, choose players who meet the conditions in all aspects and have high starting levels for their abilities."

"Once they reach a sufficient level, poach them for the higher-ups to use."

No expression could be seen on Guan En's face.

He concealed the vigorous ambition in his eyes and said submissively, "Yes."

Not far away, several players walked out of the guardhouse one after another, and some had already seen them.

Director Jin hurriedly stepped forward and shook their hands with a beaming face.

"Hello, students. I am the Director of the Anwu Branch of the [Human Alliance], surnamed Jin."

He shook hands with Yang Zhanbai and Qi Yinming along the way, and then wanted to shake Zhu Yan's hand.

Zhu Yan had no choice but to wipe his crumb-covered hand on his shirt and offer it: "Hello, Director Jin, my name is Zhu Zeyu."

This Director Jin, he had only just heard of him yesterday in the [Hall of Mourning].

That young man named Jin Rongxu was a junior of this person, and yesterday he had even talked about snatching other people's abilities.

However, Director Jin looked completely ageless, appearing to be only in his thirties or forties.

Who was Jin Rongxu to him?

Nephew? Son?

If Zhu Yan went up and directly snatched it, would the Old Fart get angry?

Director Jin calmly swept his gaze over "Zhu Zeyu's" completely harmless face that radiated purity and justice, his smile undiminished.

"Xiao Zhu, I've heard so much about you. First place, right?"

Zhu Yan nodded.

"What level is your ability, Xiao Zhu?"

Zhu Yan was stunned.

Asking so bluntly in broad daylight?

"I'm level four," Zhu Yan lied.

However, Director Jin seemed as if he had really just asked in passing.

He patted Zhu Yan's shoulder, asked Yang Zhanbai and Qi Yinming the same question, and ushered them onto the bus.

The few of them tacitly chose connected seats in the very back row of the bus. After a while, many more students came in one after another, packing the bus full.

The bus started with a hum, and his old acquaintance Guan En began to read out the precautions for entering the [Hall of Mourning].

Yang Zhanbai whispered in Zhu Yan's ear, "Tu Shan is here too. Look, the one taking up a whole row of seats in the sixth row."

"Why does he look so radiant, like something good happened?"

They soon found out what the good thing was.

Because, after Guan En finished reading a string of precautions for the [Hall of Mourning], Director Jin stood up and, with a genial expression, began to read the "Human Alliance Selection List."

Tu Shan's name was impressively on the list!

"The rules aren't like this, on what grounds—" Yang Zhanbai indignantly tried to stand up, but was pulled back by Zhu Yan.

"Sit down," he warned in a low voice with a stern face. "Don't cause trouble."

Director Jin.

For this Old Fart to blatantly leech off other players to raise his own family's child, it was clear he was no saint either.

There was absolutely no benefit to an open confrontation anyway.