Stop Spreading Fake Rumors About Brother Hu

Chen Guan's expression did not change in the slightest, not even a quiver from his lowered eyelashes.

Choose?

Hasn't he been running around with his original body on his back all this time just to wake it up?

This question only ever had one answer right from the very beginning.

He thought his actions were already obvious enough.

"I understand," Chen Guan spoke. He reached out across the table, closed the box, and steadily picked up the black wooden box that emitted a faint fragrance.

Action was his only answer.

Looking at his hand, White Tiger smiled.

"Very good. I like dealing with people who have clear goals. It saves trouble."

Chen Guan stored the wooden box in his ring and casually asked, "Is Long Ao also someone you've chosen?"

"Yes, that's right." White Tiger didn't plan to hide this colleague relationship and said, "Although his aptitude is perfect, that kid is still too green. I'll go find him when you've become a reliable adult."

Aptitude?

Chen Guan memorized this term.

It seemed that choosing people had some specific standard. If what White Tiger just said was true, it undoubtedly confirmed this speculation.

From the fifth tier to the eleventh tier, it was truly a staggering improvement.

Even Chen Guan, armed with the power of the system, wouldn't dare claim he could reach the eleventh tier in just a few years.

Seeing Chen Guan remain silent, White Tiger waved his large hand. "Alright, you can go down first. At ten o'clock tonight, remember to take out the token and make a video call so you can meet your colleagues."

With that said, without waiting for Chen Guan to reply, a strong gust of wind directly blew him and his coffin right out.

Chen Guan: "..."

What a capricious, evil big cat.

...

Inside a high-class ward at the medical center.

Long Ao was eating a roasted lamb leg he held in his hand.

His recovery ability was astonishing. He was actually fine; being sent here was just a precaution.

An Changqing sat on the windowsill, holding a thread-bound ancient book, completely engrossed in it.

Who knew what the people at the Great Wall were thinking, making even photocopied versions look like ancient texts. They looked like martial arts manuals bought off the street.

"Hey, tell me..." Long Ao mumbled after finishing the last bite of meat, "Do you think Chen Guan finished writing that self-reflection? Five thousand words, that's not something a human can do."

An Changqing turned a page without looking up. "Given his personality, he should be done."

"True, that guy is as quiet as a sealed gourd. He's probably good at writing that kind of stuff." Long Ao wiped his hands and nodded in deep agreement.

An Changqing turned to the next page of his book. Suddenly, a short strand of hair drifted onto the page. Feeling something, he snapped his head up, locking eyes right with Instructor Jing, who was hanging upside down outside the window.

He leaned back abruptly, and the thread-bound book in his hands fell to the floor with a smack.

"Good morning, Student An."

He greeted with a smile. An Changqing hurriedly scrambled off the windowsill. Who wouldn't be scared seeing a person hanging upside down first thing in the morning?

That face hanging upside down outside the window was full of smiles, his hair standing straight down due to gravity, looking like a sea urchin.

"Hi, Student An. Ward rounds."

Instructor Jing's voice was as relaxed as if he were saying hello in a neighbor's backyard.

"In... Instructor!" Long Ao, who still had half a lamb bone dangling from his mouth, mumbled out, almost choking.

An Changqing quickly regained his composure. He bent down to pick up the book, dusted it off, and nodded at Instructor Jing outside the window. "Instructor Jing, it's too dangerous for you to do that."

And too scary.

An Changqing added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"It's fine, bold people have great skills." Instructor Jing supported himself on the windowsill with one hand, did a nimble flip, and landed silently on the floor of the ward.

He patted non-existent dust off his clothes and looked around the high-class ward.

"Tsk, nice treatment. Much better than my doghouse."

Long Ao had already jumped out of bed. He looked at Instructor Jing, his eyes filled with the conviction planted by An Changqing's analysis yesterday.

"Instructor Jing!" Long Ao's voice was loud and full of energy. "You've worked hard! Not only do you have to protect us, but you also have to worry about our mental health."

Instructor Jing's movement of trying to snatch a spirit fruit from the fruit platter paused.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Long Ao, his gaze like he was looking at some rare species.

Mental health? Worry? Does this kid have a fever?

[Hahaha here it comes, the closed loop of the over-interpretation universe.]

[Long Ao: Instructor, I understand you. Everything you do is for our own good!]

[White Tiger: I am not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense. Who is spreading rumors about me.]

[I declare that An Changqing is the producer of the over-interpretation chain, and Long Ao is the loyal consumer.]

An Changqing coughed lightly, took a step forward, and slightly polished Long Ao's bluntness. "What Student Long Ao means is that we understand the instructor's good intentions."

He paused and looked sincerely at Instructor Jing. "Especially the punishment for Student Chen Guan. That five-thousand-word self-reflection is actually a form of guidance, allowing him to vent his inner suppression through words. You have considered it very thoroughly, Instructor."

Instructor Jing's expression became subtle.

He recalled that self-reflection full of nonsense literature, with rhetoric so gorgeous it could blind people, and content so hollow you could run a train through it.

Venting suppression?

Where was the suppression?

That kid was clearly venting his resentment towards the number five thousand, while conveniently treating his superior as a trash can.

Instructor Jing didn't reply. He picked up a spirit fruit, wiped it on his clothes, took a big crunching bite, and mumbled, "That kid... is an artsy youth. He's quite emotional."

That was all he could say. He couldn't exactly say that Chen Guan had submitted a massive pile of rambling drivel.

However, this spirit fruit was quite delicious. As expected of a rich family's. He should swipe some next time he visited their house.

"I knew it!" Long Ao slapped his thigh, completely believing it.

An Changqing, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

An artsy youth? Quite emotional?

Instructor Jing really saw things more clearly than anyone else.

[I beg you, stop analyzing.]

[An Changqing, the Einstein of over-interpretation. He can come up with a theory for any phenomenon.]

[White Tiger's inner monologue: Are you two playing at logical consistency here? I almost believed it.]

Instructor Jing threw a three-pointer, accurately tossing the fruit core into the trash can, and pocketed two more fruits with lightning speed. Then, he cleared his throat, interrupting the two boys' brainstorming.

"Alright." Having eaten and drank his fill, and even taken some to go, Instructor Jing shoved his hands into his windbreaker pockets, his entire aura settling down. "I came here to inform you of two things."

An Changqing and Long Ao immediately stood up straight, their expressions serious.

"First, the aftermath of the Myriad Demon Tower incident has been taken over by the Great Wall. The official public statement is that it was caused by high-tier Espers, and it has absolutely nothing to do with demonic beasts."