Faculty and Staff

The next day, at 10:00 AM.

As the principal of the Zudian Campus, Pu Xueli actually had a very comfortable life.

When Lu Bai pushed open the door to the principal's office, he saw the principal lounging lazily on the sofa, humming a tune.

"You're here! Please make yourself at home."

Pu Xueli didn't get up, but smiled casually, "Don't mind me, I just don't like to move around in the morning."

Lu Bai didn't stand on ceremony with him and naturally sat down opposite him.

"This peace is hard-won. If I could, I would prefer to be an ordinary person and live a simple life."

Pu Xueli picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. "This has always been my dream: to find a stable job with a decent income, and preferably make a few friends so we can get together occasionally and chat."

Lu Bai did not comment on this, but his eyes showed a hint of doubt.

If it weren't for the fact that directly interrupting Pu Xueli's reflections would seem impolite, he would have asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

The principal, perhaps sensing Lu Bai's lack of interest in the topic, asked with a hint of sarcasm, "So, have you been bombarded with news since yesterday?"

"It's alright." Lu Bai shrugged.

"Hehe, it's my fault for not anticipating this. If I had known you would be on the list, I would definitely have advised you to keep your information hidden."

Pu Xueli seemed somewhat helpless at this point. "It's good that young people are energetic, but... don't forget, there's also the threat of Replicant in the Deathmatch Arena."

"I am full of confidence."

Lu Bai replied casually.

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about having hot pot later.

This is indeed true; at least in Deathmatch Showdown, he is not afraid of these so-called Replicant.

Having confidence is a good thing...

Pu Xueli gave a habitual affirmation, then said, "But I must remind you, from now on, you'd better be more careful, as many threats don't just come from the Deathmatch Arena."

"Could it be that those forces I politely declined will retaliate against me?"

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

"That's not the case. In the other campuses, among the various organizations and associations, at least everyone shares the same goal."

As Pu Xueli said this, a strong killing intent suddenly flashed in his expression, making one feel as if they could smell the distinct stench of blood. "But there are always some rats in the gutter..."

The "rats in the gutter" he was referring to was an anti-human group that called themselves "[can]".

The members of the Can Society are all genuine large-scale offspring.

They believe in the survival of the fittest and view extraterrestrial civilizations as the primary source of knowledge.

Initially, the members simply preached rhetoric such as surrender and the futility of struggling.

This phase is actually quite normal. Humans are animals that tend to self-destruct in extreme environments, as can be seen in jokes like "Let's destroy ourselves when we're tired" or "This way, alien sir."

However, as the group developed, its members gradually developed a strong fanaticism for converting to Christianity through mutual communication and brainwashing.

They were no longer content with just making appeals; they began to take concrete action.

To carry out terrorist attacks, assassinate exceptionally talented killers, and take revenge on society...

What's most incredible is that they didn't actually make contact with extraterrestrial civilizations; they were carrying their own food, and normal people simply can't understand what these guys were after.

Under the principles of this kind of organization, it is natural for them to stifle emerging geniuses in their infancy.

However, after listening quietly to Pu Xueli's story, Lu Bai was slightly surprised but not panicked.

With [Flash Time] and [Ink Dye] in hand, if those madmen dared to come after him, it would be no different from courting death.

He nodded. "I'll be careful."

"These rats have no bottom line. I've already applied for special talent protection for your younger siblings. As for yourself, you should keep a low profile for now and avoid running around."

Pu Xueli sighed and added, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to keep nagging. Just keep it to yourself."

There's another reason I called you here today. Your counselor, Liang, asked me to ask you if you've decided which organization you want to join."

As mentioned before, the Deathmatch Campus is not purely a school; it also incorporates some military and administrative functions.

These reserve members are considered to have graduated once they finish the first three rounds of Deathmatch Showdown.

Only students who become Formal Deathmatch Participant are eligible to remain on campus.

But their status is no longer that of a student, but a faculty member.

The faculty and staff system is roughly divided into five levels, from lowest to highest: Clerical Level, Assistant Level, Scribe Level, Coordination Level, and Strategy Level.

Each level is divided into primary, secondary, and primary.

Generally speaking, the faculty members who question the students after the deadly battle are usually at the lowest Clerical Level, or even quasi-officials.

This level is a mixed bag, with quite a few ordinary people, such as security guards, gatekeepers, and school doctors, who are all considered to be in the quasi -Clerical Level.

For ordinary people, the Clerical Level in a regular job is the ceiling; it's impossible to rise any higher.

Becoming a formal Deathmatcher is a prerequisite for promotion to Assistant Level.

Don't underestimate this teaching staff system. Although it's called teaching staff, it's modeled after the administrative and military systems.

If you throw any Scribe Level into the army, they'll immediately be treated like a junior officer.

"Assessment Department."

Lu Bai gave his answer without hesitation.

Regarding his own compensation, Lu Bai had clearly inquired about it beforehand.

The Assessment Department is known as a leisurely department in the Deathmatch Campus.

With little work and plenty of free time, the harvest is guaranteed regardless of drought or flood.

"That's good, it gives me more time to improve myself."

Pu Xueli didn't care which unit Lu Bai chose, as long as he stayed at the Zudian Campus.

He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

"Go directly to the administration building to pick up your documents later. Don't worry about the lower rank; I've done everything I could within the bounds of procedure to help you..."

"That's pretty good."

As Lu Bai walked home, he examined the teaching staff certificate in his hand.

[Lu Bai, Assessment Department, Group Six, Deputy Head]

In the faculty system, the rank is assistant professor.

This isn't a three-level jump; it's a five-level jump.

Compared to most of his classmates who had to start from the junior Clerical Level to gain seniority, he was not on the same starting line.

Liang Fuzhong, that counselor, has been working for over twenty years, but in reality, he's only at the same level as Lu Bai now.

Lu Bai walked to the steel bridge and noticed a middle-aged man standing by the bridge wearing a director's hat and sunglasses.

The other person was idly observing the pedestrians coming and going on the bridge when he saw Lu Bai. Suddenly, he perked up and quickly approached him.

He rubbed his hands together and said in a slightly exaggerated manner, "Hey classmate, you're pretty good-looking. Have you ever thought about developing a career in the entertainment industry?"