Therefore, he wouldn't go too far. He had to keep it within the realm of civil disputes. As for anything covered by criminal law, he absolutely couldn't touch that.
Ideally, he wouldn't need to involve the police at all. He'd merely violate the school rules, incur a few minor demerits, then gradually accumulate enough of them to combine into a drop-out gift package—a "harmless withdrawal."
Besides, he would do his best not to implicate any innocent people.
Even if he had to "break the rules," he would first seek out some disgusting rich kids as his "criminal targets." Ideally, he could "go down together" with those rich kids.
That way, his conscience wouldn't feel burdened at all. He might even enjoy himself.
Even if innocent people got dragged into it, he would first make sure to keep things within a recoverable situation, then find a way to compensate them several times over afterward.
After all, he wasn't some kind of bad person. He just wanted to drop out.
2, Let It Erupt! The Salted Fish Eyes Concealing Dark Power
And so, Bai Lan enrolled in Advanced Nurturing High School and boarded the bus heading to school.
Advanced Nurturing High School had been built on an artificial island very close to the mainland. Between the mainland and the campus, there was only one bridge across the sea.
But the problem was...
The next stop was the terminal stop—the school. So why were there still so many "members of society" sitting on the bus?
Could they all be school staff preparing to work on campus?
But several of them looked like they had retired long ago.
Wait.
Another person had gotten on.
Bai Lan looked at the old woman who had just boarded.
His instincts told him there was something going on.
"Can't someone give their seat to the elderly?" someone standing promptly called out loudly.
Some people turned their heads away, pretending to look at the scenery or busying themselves with something else, acting as though they hadn't seen anything.
Some seemed completely oblivious and continued sitting calmly.
Others gradually grew restless, squirming in their seats as they looked at the old woman, then at the others, seemingly hoping someone would step forward and end this struggle between conscience and human nature.
Bai Lan's instincts told him this was probably some sort of "test."
The initiator of the test was clearly the bizarre Advanced Nurturing High School he was about to attend, which was said to enjoy conducting "social simulations."
However...
"What a great opportunity!"
Bai Lan wasn't willing to miss a single chance to demonstrate his moral standards to the school.
The merit competition officially began now!
Watch me score three points in a row!
Bai Lan stood up from his seat at once.
When they saw Bai Lan stand up, most of the people suffering from pangs of conscience breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, a boy also started to get up.
But before his legs had straightened, he "noticed" Bai Lan standing there. He immediately put on an expression that said, "You beat me to it, so I'll let you have it," and sat back down.
Without giving anything up, he had effortlessly earned a reputation for being "helpful." Why wouldn't he?
Thinking of this, the boy curled up the corner of his mouth, proud of his cleverness while secretly mocking the honest man whose merit he had freeloaded off.
Bai Lan merely revealed a smile befitting his sunny, cheerful big-boy persona.
Seeing that smile, many of the girls couldn't help blushing slightly. In secret, they prepared to find a chance to get acquainted with him and become friends.
Whether he was handsome or not was irrelevant. They mainly admired his noble character.
However, they were disappointed.
He did intend to give up a seat—but not his own.
Bai Lan walked over and grabbed the collar of the boy who had just sat down, lifting him from his seat.
Under the boy's bewildered gaze, Bai Lan set him aside.
Then he pulled the old woman to the vacant seat and pressed her down into it.
After doing all that, he swaggered back toward his original seat.
At this point, the boy Bai Lan had lifted finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
Bai Lan turned his head with a puzzled look. "Huh? Weren't you just acting like you'd been beaten to a good deed? I know—you actually wanted to give up your seat, but you were too embarrassed. I understand. It's fine; I'll help you out."
After saying that, he waved his hand as though to say, "It's what I should do. No need to thank me," then returned to his seat and sat down.
Put that way, it seemed quite reasonable. It was a wonderful act of "mutual fulfillment." In reality, though, practically everyone could tell that there wasn't the slightest trace of compassion in Bai Lan's tone.
The boy who had lost his seat looked at the old woman sitting in it, then at Bai Lan, wanting to say something.
"What? Did I misunderstand? When you stood up just now, you didn't actually want to give up your seat—you were only putting on a show? Or were you trying to stand up so you could sneak a look at the cleavage of that OL lady in front?"
The boy immediately panicked and nervously looked toward the person sitting in front of his former seat.
A mature woman in a business suit was indeed sitting there, the deep valley beneath her collar only partially concealed...
"What are you looking at?" The woman in OL attire realized what was happening and hurriedly covered her chest with her hand.
The boy hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, don't misunderstand! I really was just trying to give up my seat."
"Exactly! Everyone wins!"
After saying that, his eyes shifted as he glanced at the surveillance camera on the bus ceiling.
Then Bai Lan used his handsome face to make an infuriatingly smug expression and drew an "eight" with both index fingers.
"Perfect!"
Amid the strange atmosphere, the bus soon arrived at its destination—the entrance to Advanced Nurturing High School.
After getting off, Bai Lan headed toward his classroom.
First-year Class D.
By the time Bai Lan arrived, the classroom was already very lively.
Bai Lan glanced at the seating chart.
Then he walked straight to the window seat in the last row, and then...
"Classmate, are you sure this is your seat?" Bai Lan asked.
Sitting in the last row by the window was a boy with a pair of Salted Fish Eyes.
Salted Fish Eyes looked puzzled by Bai Lan's question.
"Did I sit in the wrong place? That shouldn't be... Give me a moment to confirm."
After saying that, Salted Fish Eyes stood up to check the seating chart.
As soon as Salted Fish Eyes got up, Bai Lan naturally sat down in the vacant seat.
Bai Lan began sizing up his classmates.
Several idiots had gathered together and were loudly discussing the Sese Group, completely ignoring the girls beside them.
A narcissistic, arrogant hunk.
A gang of gyaru had banded together and gone to argue with the Sese Group.
A social outcast hiding in the corner, trembling with social anxiety.
They came in all sorts.
He discovered that there were quite a lot of pretty girls in their class.
Nearly half of them could be called beauties.
Several of them were especially high-quality.
The ice flower type.
The gyaru type.
The small-animal type.
The little-angel type.
Using his brain a little had made him tired.
Bai Lan yawned, then lay down and went to sleep.
Not long afterward.
Knock, knock~
Bai Lan heard someone knocking on his desk.
Bai Lan turned his head to look.
It was that Salted Fish Eyes boy again.
Bai Lan replied with a look. "What's up?"
Salted Fish Eyes boy: "I've confirmed it. This is my seat."
Although Bai Lan had looked at the seating chart, he had only looked at it. He hadn't actually searched for his own seat, so the seat he was currently occupying was most likely Salted Fish Eyes' after all.
Bai Lan had done this for two reasons.
First, he really did like this seat;
Second, he wanted to pick a fight while he was at it.
That way, he could leave an extremely bad impression on all the classmates present.
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