Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1093 - 942: _2

Chapter 1093: Chapter 942: _2

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Anfiya was never satisfied with just her studies; she actively participated in a variety of school activities, aiming to go into politics in the future and starting her efforts now to become the student council president.

Achieving this goal was not easy.

Aside from those students who had to spend money to have someone attend parental meetings on their behalf, Newster also had a considerable number of true elite students. Many of them came from major companies and noble families and naturally understood the importance of the role of student council president earlier than others.

This would give them access to more resources. Past student council presidents had good prospects after graduation; they often became department leaders in companies right after graduation due to their excellent leadership abilities and personal charm.

The competition in The First Region was particularly intense.

For Song Lan, this parental meeting was somewhat difficult to endure.

It was not because he faced criticism from teachers but rather because the main content of the meeting was about future employment prospects in The First Region, as well as changes in the industry over the past year. He admitted that he probably knew less about these issues than Anfiya, and they had never been of concern to him.

On careful reflection, even his own job had been arranged by the orphanage director. He had pulled strings to enter the logistics department of the Law Enforcers, the so-called "favor department."

However, he was very clear that the parental meeting was just an appetizer; the real ordeal was the follow-up individual commentary session in the homeroom teacher’s office.

Just as the parental meeting was about to end, the homeroom teacher nonchalantly called out the names of five students’ parents, including the parent of little miss Anfiya.

As it turned out, the 2167 parental meeting continued the tradition of those before the Third War; praiseworthy deeds were usually all mentioned during the meeting. Generally, those called out for a meeting in the teacher’s office afterward were in for trouble.

Coincidentally, those students who had paid a heavy sum for Yaku to attend the parental meeting on their behalf were also under close watch.

After briskly handling a few parents’ inquiries, the teacher’s expression darkened, taking several parents to the adjacent small conference room.

Turning on the lights upon entering, they waited for everyone to arrive before locking the door.

"Do you understand why I called you here? Especially you, the guardian of student Anfiya."

Looking down at the files, the teacher said, "You are Anfiya’s foster father; you should be aware of how many military-grade prosthetic implants she has. Moreover, according to her file, she has a history of Cyber mental illness."

"The Cyber mental illness has been remedied."

"I know, but the roughhousing between students isn’t suitable for a special child like Anfiya... Let me speak frankly; several children involved in disputes with her were sent to the psychological clinic. It took several days of therapy for them to be able to return to school."

Reflecting on it now, the teacher was somewhat frightened.

When she arrived on the scene, Anfiya was straddling one of the boys, with the heat cutting blade on her arm almost piercing the concrete ground next to his face. The scorching temperature had burned off a layer of skin from his face, while the boy seemed petrified, not moving at all.

Given Anfiya’s history of Cyber mental illness, she was terrified that Anfiya would slice the boy’s head off in a sudden move and kick it around like a ball.

What made it worse was that she recognized the boy’s identity.

His father was an officer in a regular military unit of the United Government, who had even participated in the "Outer" war a few years earlier. This matter would eventually come to the knowledge of his parents, and she had no idea what kind of chaos would ensue.

It took the teacher several days of mental preparation to ready herself for facing the parents, but, to her surprise, the boy’s parents didn’t come tonight. Instead, an unfamiliar young man attended the parent meeting on his father’s behalf; according to the boy, this was his older brother, who held a high position in the military.

When the group entered the small conference room, the boy and Anfiya also gathered at the door, where, shrouded by the night, they seemed all the more to be destined to cross paths.

"In my investigation of the whole event, while the boy’s friends were the first to provoke, using military-grade prosthetics on school grounds is a serious violation of school discipline."

For the homeroom teacher, this was no less than a difficult moment.

She needed to find a resolution that both parties could accept.

Although several children were frightened enough to require psychological therapy, they were after all not in the right, having been the ones who bullied first. Perhaps because they were used to being arrogant and overbearing, they had never encountered someone as tough as Anfiya.

"In addition to the school discipline, I hope you, as a foster father, can persuade Anfiya to personally give a formal apology to the other party. If the other party insists, Anfiya may also face suspension."

In her view, it was really going too far for the students to whip out their thermal blades during a fight.

The boy, hearing the talk in the small conference room, curved the corners of his mouth upwards, revealing a look of arrogant triumph towards Anfiya.

However, this time he had become smarter, always maintaining a distance of over five meters from Anfiya.

That "minor scuffle" not only left a psychological shadow on him but also caused him to lose face among the students. Now nearly everyone in the school knew that five of them couldn’t beat one, and he had even been subdued and beaten by Anfiya to the point of wetting his pants.

He even acquired the nickname "Pee-Pants King" among his classmates.

But he never dared tell his father about it.

His father had always been a decisive military man, instilling in him from a young age the principle of solving his own problems. If his father found out he couldn’t beat a little girl at school and hoped to pressure the other party through a parent-teacher conference to have Anfiya apologize in front of all the students, he would probably end up getting a thrashing himself.

But today was different.

He had found someone to attend the parent-teacher conference on his behalf, even going so far as to spend 15,000 watts.

He made it a point to request that the other party must pay a price.

"May I ask about the background of the incident?"

Yaku stepped forward at the right moment. Since he had accepted the money, he had the responsibility to handle the matter well, as part of a good contractual spirit.

"It started with the election for student council positions. Anfiya, a transfer student, not only had excellent academic performance but also actively participated in social activities. It was probably... an issue with her campaign slogan."

The teacher hesitated, not elaborating any further.

In truth, she didn’t know whether Anfiya’s statement about bullying at school during her campaign represented her genuine thoughts or was just an election strategy, but the result was that the male students, represented by this boy, felt targeted by her. Shortly after the election, they began their retaliation.

Gathering five individuals, they picked an isolated corner and ambushed her after evening classes.

This sort of thing had happened before, and often the victim would just have to swallow their pride and not make a fuss.

But this time, they hit an iron wall.

They could never have imagined that Anfiya had so many military-grade prosthetics installed. Not just the boy himself, but likely even his father had never seen a prosthetic implantation to the extent of Anfiya’s.

The records said Anfiya came from The Seventeenth Region, a border city. Her family’s income could not possibly afford such expensive prosthetic implantation costs. To the homeroom teacher, Anfiya seemed more like a survivor from some secret experimental facility; otherwise, who would install so many prosthetics on a child?

Yaku had an epiphany, "I see, so you mean that actually, it was them who bullied first."

"That’s right."

"Well fought!"

?

For a moment, a question mark appeared over everyone’s heads, including the homeroom teacher’s.

The parents who were expecting him to be a mediator also cast astonished glances at him.

"Wait a minute..."

The teacher stuttered, "You are really his parent, right?"