Enforcer Manual
Chapter 311: I Have Very Few Friends_1

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: I Have Very Few Friends_1

The home visit went very smoothly, as if it were a warm visit for an outstanding graduate.

The atmosphere was so harmonious that one could momentarily forget the teacher’s identity as a Spy Master.

Late at night, after the teacher had left, Lu Xiang didn’t idle about either. She began to rummage through her belongings, thoroughly searching every place the other had stayed, and after confirming that no listening devices or micro-cameras had been left behind, she finally lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Aren’t you being a bit too paranoid?"

As Song Lan washed the dishes, he asked, "I thought your teacher seemed pretty nice."

"That’s because you’ve never attended her class."

You can’t trust the expressions and words of a spy. Anyone who had attended that class would’ve come to the same conclusion, "At that time, the teacher was all smiles while playing a video of a student making inappropriate remarks at home."

Listenting devices and micro-cameras were the basic equipment they needed to get acquainted with in the first class. She felt it was necessary to make Song Lan, who had never endured the Counter-Intelligence Department’s harsh treatment, understand the fearsomeness of intelligence personnel, "It was with these simple devices that the teacher collected the student’s ’evidence of guilt.’"

However, as it was only a classroom demonstration at the time, the "evidence" was destroyed by the teacher on the spot and did not bring any substantial punishment to that student.

"The main reason was that, after attending a few classes, the student cleverly tried to use a micro-camera to spy on the teacher’s privacy. But the point is that the teacher managed to plant eavesdropping and surveillance devices around you without you noticing."

Lu Xiang said gravely, "After that, the student seemed to develop PTSD, going home every day to painstakingly strip off all his clothes and carefully examine them, not sparing even his shoes. Yet in the second week of class, the teacher produced another video of him naked."

Of course, for the mental and physical health of the other students, the footage after undressing was edited out.

Lu Xiang emphasized sternly, "Don’t underestimate the Counter-Intelligence Department of the United Government!"

"I’m not underestimating them. I just think that your school life is much more colorful than I imagined," Song Lan said.

At least it sounded more thrilling than all the people he knew holed up in a classroom cramming every day.

But then Song Lan thought, if such a terrifying Spy Master were at their school, all those who dozed off in class, whispered nonsense, or played with their phones would probably all suffer.

As he followed this train of thought, he suddenly understood the terror of the teacher.

If she were to play a video at the parents’ meeting showing him hiding his phone in the sleeve of his winter school uniform, sneakily reading a novel, his angry parents would surely, with a tag-team approach, send him off to be an Astronaut.

"It is indeed quite frightening, but it seems like she likes you quite a bit."

"Every teacher likes me."

Lu Xiang said matter-of-factly, "Because I’m always first in every subject."

Well, I’ll be—an academic champion right by my side.

"That said, I’ve hardly heard you mention anything about school."

"It’s just school. I don’t think there’s anything worth talking about."

The secret to maintaining top grades in every subject was that besides eating and sleeping, she spent all her time studying.

She had developed a unique study method that allowed her to guarantee long-term, high-efficiency learning.

For instance, when she grew tired of the espionage intelligence study material, she’d go to a hands-on practice field to exercise her practical skills, and after breaking a sweat, take a cold shower, inject an anti-fatigue serum, and in a refreshed state, it was the perfect time to tackle advanced mathematics problems.

During the end-of-term class meeting, Lu Xiang shared her relaxation tips with her classmates, but they seemed uninterested and even looked at her as if she were a monster.

"Like your classmates or friends, for instance. Now that you’re famous, there might be more and more people coming to find you."

"I have no friends."

These five words landed heavily, plunging the living room into a prolonged silence.

"That shouldn’t be the case..."

Song Lan found it difficult to imagine how Lu Xiang had navigated her school life. Reflecting on his own school days, although his grades were mediocre and he was never a study model, he had made quite a few friends. As long as schoolwork was set aside, he was involved in everything else.

He was the type that gave teachers a headache just by being there.

"You’re smart, and you’re attractive, how could you not make any friends?"

"Initially, some classmates did want to study with me, but their pace was too slow. They needed to take breaks after studying for just a short while. I thought they were holding me back, so I didn’t want to associate with them," Lu Xiang said, "Others came to ask me how to solve problems, but I always felt they were somewhat slow. It seemed like a waste of time to get them to understand completely."

That’s it.

Song Lan finally understood why the teacher had the impression of Lu Xiang as "too serious, unsuited for romance."

He thought that it was not just a matter of being unsuited for romance, but rather that she simply didn’t want to communicate with anyone at all.

He scrutinized Lu Xiang carefully, finding it hard to imagine what life had done to her that could turn such a girl into a koala clinging to him in the elevator.

Could "A Love Tip Every Day" really be that magical?

He even thought about buying a copy to read during his spare time.

"Anyway, all you need to know is that the teacher is a quite dangerous person. At first, I thought she was coming for you."

Lu Xiang didn’t seem very interested in the topic of school life.

"Maybe something big happened ’outside.’ Didn’t the teacher say she would leave the city after midnight?"

It seemed that she had really come just to take a look at her student.

"Yes, the Horn Bug reconnaissance team said she has now boarded a long-distance bus leaving the city."

"Are you still monitoring her?"

"Applying what is learned, even if the teacher found out, she would be pleased."

Back in school, the teacher would not object to students using the knowledge they learned in her class against her. She was consistently annoyed only by those bunglers who exposed themselves without even realizing it.

Hearing this, Song Lan could only sigh that the teacher-student relationships in 2166 were quite different from what he had imagined.

And just at that moment, Dr. Bai Zhu’s text message arrived.

To find out about events in the "outside world" in District 17, one needed to bypass the information blockade set up by the United Government, but with the technology of the Deep Web, this was not a problem.

And indeed, she had brought back earth-shattering news:

"Esinvig and Aljom have met."

"Who is this Aljom?"

"One of the leaders of the Rebel Army, a major felon wanted by the United Government, his status is comparable to that of Esinvig."

This also seemed to explain why the teacher had left the city at this time, "Remember what the teacher said earlier, that this time, it might really lead to war."

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