I Like It Here. Now, Could You Please Leave My House?

I Like It Here. Now, Could You Please Leave My House?

After finishing, the evaluator flipped through his notebook from front to back. Only after confirming he hadn't missed anything did he look up at Gu Mian and the others in the middle of the hall. "I've explained all the rules. Does anyone have any questions?"

"I have a question." Gu Mian suddenly raised his hand.

Seeing him raise his hand, the evaluator broke into a cold sweat. "You..."

He seemed unsure how to address Gu Mian, and finally managed to force out the word "person."

"You there, person. What's your question?"

"Is Coach Che here?"

The evaluator had already braced himself for questions like "Can I saw at your neck?" and "I like it here. Now, could you please leave my house?"

He hadn't expected Gu Mian to ask about Coach Che.

Of course he knew who Coach Che was. He was a famous figure in the instances!

Back when Coach Che was still a nobody, the evaluator had heard about him from other NPCs. They said he was a poor soul whose instance Gu Mian had wrecked.

After Gu Mian destroyed his instance, Coach Che had been forced to wander from one instance to another, working odd jobs to earn money to repair his own.

At first, the evaluator had felt deeply sorry for him when he heard the story.

But as Gu Mian's troublemaking grew more and more outrageous, Coach Che's name had gained renown along with him.

Everyone gradually realized that wherever Coach Che went, Gu Mian seemed to follow.

Before long, a rumor began spreading among the NPCs that Coach Che was an undercover agent sent by Gu Mian.

So everyone kept their distance from him, even though his prices were dirt cheap and he