Inquiries were made about the progress of matters in the Northeast.
The tailor's voice came through:
"The Wei Dao Division discovered what our Sen Luo Division did."
"Huh? How did they find out?" the fatty asked, puzzled.
"It's all because you sent ghosts to kill Zhang Wei and Wu Nian, and it failed. The Wei Dao Division followed the clues," the tailor gritted his teeth, almost to the point of them breaking.
The fatty coughed awkwardly.
He was used to the tailor's grumbling and scolding, having grown accustomed to it.
Then, the fatty asked:
"Will it affect the progress of things? Do you need my help? Since you owe me money, you're my creditor, so you call the shots."
The tailor snorted coldly:
"No need. Do you think I'm like you? I wouldn't fail at something like this."
"Oh? Tailor, you've sewn a man's body, and you think you're so great and invincible, that's why you're so confident?"
The fatty heard clearly.
After he said this, a snapping sound came from the phone, followed by the tailor's voice.
"You dead fatty, if you say another word, I'll kill you next time we meet."
The tailor flicked away the shattered fragments of the chair armrest he was crushing.
"Heh heh, don't be so hot-tempered. As villains, how can we get so angry? It's too uncool."
The fatty said with a laugh:
"But that's true, now that you have a man's body, your temper must also..."
[Host has gained System Points +100]
A cold system notification sounded.
Zhang Wei was not afraid; on the contrary, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Unlike others, the League of Legends players in this world had been playing for at most 11 years, because League of Legends was released 11 years ago.
However.
He was different; he had played League of Legends for two lifetimes.
...
Noon.
Xiamen University, classroom.
Seeing Zhang Wei enter the classroom with Li Junfei, Lu Lianxue beckoned Zhang Wei to sit on her side.
Under the envious and gossiping gazes of the students.
Zhang Wei walked directly to Lu Lianxue's side.
"Zhang Wei, you're finally willing to come to school! I thought you weren't going to attend class today either."
Lu Lianxue teased.
"How could I not? No matter what, I'm still a student, and I have to attend classes. Graduation certificates are very important."
Zhang Wei said with a solemn expression, word by word:
"If I don't graduate, and my dad finds out, he'll definitely kill me."
Zhang Wei made a throat-slitting gesture.
Lu Lianxue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered Zhang Wei's mention of his father. In a sense, his father was also a 'ruthless person.'
At this moment.
Zhang Wei shrugged:
"I still have to attend classes, at least to get my graduation certificate."
"But class monitor, if you have any good ghost-exorcising missions, you know, remember to share them with me, haha."
Lu Lianxue covered her mouth and chuckled:
"Okay."
...
Time flies like a white steed.
For the next ten days, besides attending classes, Zhang Wei went out with the fatty and Li Junfei, buying figurines, playing games, hoping to encounter a ghost, or to fleece Brother Fatty.
Today.
Noon.
As usual, Zhang Wei left the dormitory with Li Junfei and headed towards the teaching building.
"Brother Wei, wake up, we're going to class this afternoon. There's a big class today, with the business administration class. Heh heh, I can feast my eyes on those girls from the business administration department again."
Li Junfei said cheerfully.
Zhang Wei heard him and laughed, scolding:
"Didn't you just tell Brother Fatty yesterday that you belong to the second dimension?"
"That was yesterday, a distant past. It's been 20 hours, 20 hours is equal to 1800 minutes, which equals..."
Li Junfei was speaking.
Suddenly, Zhang Wei's shoulder was patted.
Turning his head, he saw.
Lu Lianxue appeared behind them, smiling and saying, "Zhang Wei, what are you guys talking about?"
Zhang Wei grinned:
"Isn't this our class's Lu School Beauty? It's not right for you to pat me from behind. Shouldn't that be my job?"
Lu Lianxue chuckled and made an X with her hands in front of her chest:
"Da~me, no inappropriate talk."
Saying that.
She said seriously, "Let's talk business. Zhang Wei, didn't you say you had good ghost-exorcising missions for me to tell you about?"
Zhang Wei looked over:
"Yes, why? Class monitor, do you have any good ghost-exorcising missions now?"
Lu Lianxue nodded.
"Yes, but it's not mine. Captain Lin has a mission and wants to find you."
"Huh? Captain Lin is back from the Northeast?" Zhang Wei was surprised.
Immediately after.
Zhang Wei saw Lu Lianxue show a wry smile.
"Captain Lin did return from the Northeast, but he came back injured and is recuperating."
Lu Lianxue didn't keep him in suspense.
She explained Lin Tong's return to Xiamen City.
Yesterday, Lin Tong returned from the Northeast. When he said he returned, it was actually because he was on a ghost-exorcising mission in the Northeast and encountered a powerful ghost, getting injured. He could no longer support the Northeast, so the Wei Dao Division there asked him to return to recuperate.
"Is Captain Lin alright?" Zhang Wei asked with concern.
Lu Lianxue said directly, "Captain Lin was infected with a curse. Although the curse was removed, the residual ghostly energy in his body has penetrated his internal organs. The injury is not life-threatening, but he needs a period of rest."
Saying that.
She looked at Zhang Wei:
"Captain Lin said he has a mission that needs your help. Zhang Wei, do you accept it? If so, I'll take you to see Captain Lin after school."
"I accept," Zhang Wei agreed immediately.
...
Xiamen City, center of Lihu District.
A "Shunfeng Express" store, this is the Xiamen City Wei Dao Division's base.
Upon entering the store.
Zhang Wei saw Lin Tong.
Lin Tong looked pale, his lips were white. If he hadn't known about his injuries beforehand, he would have looked like someone at death's door, with only a few days left to live.
He walked towards Zhang Wei.
Seeing this.
Zhang Wei couldn't help but say, "Captain Lin, you look so ill, I'm really afraid you'll collapse when you walk up to me and then extort me for a hundred thousand or eighty thousand."
...