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Chapter 35 - 33. Aftermath of the battle

Chapter 35: 33. Aftermath of the battle

[Character: Dubian Che]

[Age: 15]

[Intelligence: 7]

[Charm: 10][Smile: Beauty Charm·Gentleness]

[Stamina: 3]

[Items: detector*1（2/3）, Intelligence Half-Price Voucher]

[Skills: Encyclopedic Memory, Freestyle Fighting (Grandmaster Level)]

[Points: Seventy-nine thousand]

[Money: eleven million, fifteen thousand, six hundred and fifty-two yen]

[Sign-in: Yuzao Haomei·24 days]

Dubian Che lay sprawled on a mat, staring blankly at the azure transparent window.

The sign-in for Jiutiao Meijie had stopped.

Additionally, exchanging [Smile: Gentleness] used up a Charm 50% off coupon and five thousand points, Grandmaster Level "Freestyle Fighting" for a hundred thousand points.

It was hopeless to expect another Grandmaster Level skill next month, and the same went for Charm.

According to the [appendix], once Intelligence, Charm, and Stamina reached ten points, the points required to increase one more point would double. Charm was already at 10 points, so rising to 11 points would need a hundred thousand points.

Dubian Che felt that he would not spend points on Charm again in the future unless he got a 90% off coupon—he was already too handsome, at human limit!

According to the [appendix], his normal facial attractiveness was at nine points, but it could reach ten points when he smiled, which was almost equivalent to having an additional "fall in love at first sight" ability.

As he wasn’t a player, he dared not smile at people casually.

With the Intelligence Half-Price Voucher, he only needed fifty thousand points to exchange for one point of Intelligence, but the direction required careful consideration.

Dubian Che lay there for a while and then struggled to stand up, his body aching terribly.

This injury could only heal on its own; Healing Medicine and the hospital would only bring trouble, and the school infirmary was out of the question.

Dubian Che tidied up the basketball, soccer ball, shot put, and pole vault on the floor, picked up his school jacket, closed the equipment room’s sliding door, and walked back to the club building at a slow pace.

The journey here was not easy, and the trip back was even harder; the thought of climbing to the fifth floor made Dubian Che consider skipping school.

At the first-floor vending machine, he bought Kiyono Lin’s requested lemon tea and got himself an iced cola.

He pressed the iced cola against the side of his face that had taken a punch, using the cold to limit the expansion of the bruise.

"Dubian?" A familiar voice came from behind.

"Mr. Xiaoquan?"

Xiaoquan Aonai, who was holding teaching materials, looked at him from the corner.

"I came to buy a drink, I’ll go back and continue studying now," Dubian Che said and hurried upstairs, not wanting her to see his bruised face.

Because he abruptly exerted force, his leg began trembling uncontrollably as soon as he stepped up two stairs. His almost impeccable, handsome face nearly smashed into the steps.

"Dubian!"

Xiaoquan Aonai quickly walked over, her left hand holding the teaching materials while her right hand helped Dubian Che up.

She was not short, but after all, she was a woman, and she had to use her body to help him up with only one hand.

Dubian Che felt that the teacher’s body was very soft.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, just slipped a bit."

"Be more careful walking... What happened to your face?"

"Teacher, what shampoo do you use? It smells great."

Xiaoquan Aonai glared at Dubian Che and reprimanded, "Answer the teacher’s question!"

"I got into a fight."

"A fight?"

"Yeah," Dubian Che nodded, "Even though I took a punch, I won, didn’t lose out. Mr. Xiaoquan, can we not tell the school about this?"

"What exactly happened? Is it related to you being late some time ago?"

Women’s intuition is scary!

"Late?" Dubian Che deliberately paused, then shook his head, "It has nothing to do with that."

In the time it took to utter those words, he thought of an excuse.

"There’s this guy whose crush sent me a love letter, I didn’t respond to the girl, and that guy came to get revenge on me. Teacher, what can I do? So many girls like me, I can’t respond to them all, can I?"

"Is that true?"

"Tomorrow, I’ll show you the unopened letters," Dubian Che promised.

Xiaoquan Aonai believed him, as he did not seem to be lying.

Seeing her expression soften, Dubian Che took the chance to say:

"Can we just let this go, teacher? It’s not a big deal, and it’s over. If we inform the school and parents, it won’t just affect the mid-term exams, but the girl will also be embarrassed."

"How can we just let it go!"

Xiaoquan Aonai was firm, causing Dubian Che a headache, but then she said, "Come to the infirmary with me!"

"If I go to the infirmary, will you not notify the school?"

"It depends on your future behavior."

"Mr. Xiaoquan, you’re my favorite!"

Xiaoquan Aonai gave a charming smile and helped Dubian Che towards the infirmary.

The corridor was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight, but the noise from the activity rooms could occasionally be heard; not everyone was studying after all.

’These guys have no idea that smarter I, who works harder than them in normal times, is destined for greatness for a reason!’ Dubian Che, who had just been in a fight, felt very satisfied with himself.

"Teacher used to fight when I was young," Xiaoquan Aonai suddenly said.

"Teacher, don’t joke around. We’re already close as teacher and student, there’s no need to fabricate stories to bridge the gap," Dubian Che made a play on words, feeling the softness of her body.

Xiaoquan Aonai laughed and said, "Why would teacher lie to you?"

"You really fought before?"

"Of course. In high school, I pinned a guy against the wall and beat him up."

"Wow!" Dubian Che was genuinely surprised, "What happened then?"

Xiaoquan Aonai, who appeared to be gentle and far from violent, said with a bit of pride, "Well... all I can say is: I unexpectedly have talent in fighting."