S-Class Ghost Artifact

The entire room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Watching this sci-fi development unfold, the once-lofty Dean was actually waiting at Bo Shuo's side like a fanatical follower.

All he lacked was a wagging tail and a few barks.

The two people standing by the door felt as though they had stepped into some surreal fantasy. Their breathing grew heavier, only for them to receive the Dean's gaze, laden with threat and killing intent.

It was as if he were saying, "Make a sound and I'll kill you."

Their bodies stiffened, and they did not dare move again.

Emotion Points from Xu Yi and Gu Baiyu +999

After filling seven pages in a row, Bo Shuo finally stopped. His wrist was slightly sore from the uninterrupted exertion, and he set the pen aside.

The Dean, who had been staring intently at every stroke Bo Shuo wrote, snatched up the sheets as swiftly as a starving wolf spotting Fat Meat.

Then he began reading them ravenously.

He had already looked through them once while Bo Shuo was writing, yet his shock did not diminish in the slightest upon reading them again.

Were these really inspirations and calculations a human could come up with?

Yes, doing it this way was clearly better. How had he not thought of it before?

His emotions continued to build until they finally burst forth along with the progress. Inspiration that had been clogged for so long began flowing at last. The Dean's face grew Flushed, and before he knew it, he had finished all seven pages.

The content stopped abruptly.

What came next? What was he supposed to do next?

Why was there nothing more?

The Dean was so agitated that he wanted to crush the papers in his hands, but he could not bear to. He could only carefully set the White Paper down, then look at Bo Shuo with astonishing fervor in his eyes.

"Mr. Bo, it was my fault, my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you." The Dean's voice had become hoarse, completely devoid of his earlier rage. Instead, it carried a cautious plea. "Could you continue writing?"

Bo Shuo did not agree immediately. It was not because he did not want to, but because 007 was already howling beside him.

It had taken on all the calculations just now. By the end, its CPU was nearly smoking. If this continued, it would probably Gaba itself to death right beside Bo Shuo.

Yes, that was right. Everything just now had come from 007. Bo Shuo was only responsible for acting and copying, as well as providing Emotion Points.

Emotion Points: 5000 being deducted--

The price made Bo Shuo's heart ache, and his expression grew even colder.

But the Dean knew nothing of this. He praised him extravagantly, his surrender almost wholly sincere.

"Compared to you, I am like a grain of rice before the light of a firefly. Everything I think and imagine is not worth even one strand of your hair."

"Are you still willing to take disciples? You would only need to—every month—no! That would be too much of a disturbance. As long as you could spare some time each year to guide me, I am willing to support you forever."

Accept the contract from the S-class Ghost 'Dean'?

It was actually an S-class Ghost.

Six Hundred Sixty-Six did not even bother pretending anymore.

Was the Proctoring System just useless? What kind of matching system was this?

007 took a sharp breath of cyber oxygen. Still unable to recover, its entire ball of light had dimmed considerably. It said weakly, "This isn't his Main Body. This is merely one of his countless projections, and it only has C-class strength."

"But the one signing a contract with you is his Main Body. He's so sincere, I'm crying to death."

Bo Shuo did not agree right away. He maintained the air of superiority a genius ought to have.

But in the Dean's Eyes, this arrogance had now taken on an entirely different meaning.

As expected of Mr. Bo. No one could match such bearing. Only Mr. Bo was worthy of his pursuit.

Emotion Points from Dean +999999

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands... Emotion Points nearing one hundred thousand.

The sudden windfall left Bo Shuo utterly stunned.

After receiving no response to the contract for quite some time, the Dean assumed Bo Shuo was dissatisfied with these terms. He still wanted to try for it, after all, opportunities like this did not come twice.

The Dean raised his hand before him. With a flash of White light, a scalpel suddenly appeared in his hand. Its entire body was Silver White, clearly extraordinary at a glance.

"As long as you agree to sign a contract with me, consider this gift the apprenticeship present I have prepared for you."

Upon seeing the scalpel, 007, which had been so exhausted that its CPU was smoking, suddenly sprang up from its deathbed. "Host, agree quickly! This is an S-class Ghost Artifact, worth ten million Emotion Points!"

Bo Shuo raised his head in disbelief, shocked. "Wait! How much?"

"Agree already, aaaaaah!" 007 screamed.

Seeing Bo Shuo's gaze linger on the "gift" for so long, the Dean knew he had chosen well.

"Please do not refuse, Mr. Bo. This is the greatest sincerity I can offer."

Since things had come to this, Bo Shuo had 007 confirm that there were no loopholes in the contract before nodding in agreement.

You have signed a contract with the S-class Ghost—Dean.

The curve of the Dean's Lips widened as he nearly burst with joy. He handed the scalpel to Bo Shuo, then eagerly continued asking him for the unfinished portion beyond those seven pages.

Bo Shuo brushed him off with a few vague words, saying that he would bring it all to the Dean next time they met. Next time, he could simply have 007 print it out and pass it along.

He had not forgotten that he was currently taking an exam.

Apparently, the Dean had considered that as well. "Mr. Bo, how about I tell you the contents of this exam directly?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the Proctoring System flashed red.

Warning: Examinees are forbidden from cheating!

Naturally, the Dean saw it too and immediately became displeased. "I'm clearly giving it to Mr. Bo willingly. Why are you warning Mr. Bo?"