Are High Schoolers Really This Ridiculous?

"No, you can even do makeup?" In the dormitory of the Parlin Industrial University Affiliated High School, looking at herself in the mirror and realizing she really looked like an old lady, Mang Ke looked at Feng Xue in surprise.

"Nonsense, if I didn't know how to do makeup, why would I lie about my age at eight? Do you really think the boss of Bailin Country would hire just anyone?"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes and composed herself. Mang Ke, hearing this, felt that compared to being able to pilot a mecha, this was somewhat understandable, so she sighed and said:

"So what do we do next? Hide here and wait for reinforcements?"

"Are you stupid? We're not even caught yet. Do you really think Ideal Country will lift the blockade? Maybe the news outside is already reporting that you're actually Pegasus spy who stole important data from the Parlin Kingdom, and Ideal Country is assisting Parlin Kingdom in their manhunt for you."

"The higher-ups aren't stupid. The fact that this plan was only exposed now shows that most of them are still dissatisfied with Ideal Country." Mang Ke quickly turned off all his electronic devices, but still Tough Talk insisted.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue laughed, giving him a look that suggested she was looking at a naive and innocent girl:

"Auntie, how many years have you been in society? Can't you see through this? Even if Palin is dissatisfied, it's Ideal Country with troops stationed all over your territory! And after so many years of conflict with Pegasus, how much of the world do you think is clear-headed? Or are all the Parlin Kingdom saints?"

"Then what should we do?" Mang Ke, an ordinary researcher, found it difficult to maintain an optimistic attitude after Feng Xue pointed out the problem. Feng Xue simply asked the key question:

"Do you have a way to contact higher-ups directly? A reliable one?"

"This..." Mang Ke did not answer directly, but judging from her hesitant appearance, there must be a secret passage. But that makes sense, being able to escape with the experimental machine at that time means that she has sufficiently high authority.

"In that case, the primary goal is to escape the information blockade of the Ideal Country, then find a way to contact your superiors, and leave the rest to the big shots."

Feng Xue's tone was very open-minded, Mang Ke looked utterly desperate:

"It's not that easy. You have no idea how strong the blocking capabilities of the Ideal Country are! The Silver Knight series itself has a strong signal jamming capability. Just one unit can paralyze an entire city without any anti-electronic warfare equipment."

"They don't even need to blockade; they just need to completely control Palin's communication system, and any contact we make will be directly locked. By the way, turn off all your electronic devices too. Although they haven't seen your face, they can easily find out your identity by asking your classmates."

It seems that his panic had exceeded the threshold of fear, and Mang Ke's intelligence had regained its superiority.

Feng Xue breathed a sigh of relief, and while making some small movements, she looked out the dormitory window and said:

"Since you know that, then come with me. If Ideal Country can lock up Palin, can it also lock up Pegasus and Budali Ali?"

"Do you know how far this place is from the nearest border?" Mang Ke muttered, but still couldn't help following behind Feng Xue, this exceptionally reliable student. She wasn't worried that this girl was a hook, or rather, the fact that they hadn't pulled the net in yet was enough to prove her reliability.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party comes from Budali or even the Bailin Country, but in the end, compared to the Ideal Country that persecuted the Palin the most, Budali, which is always supporting its brother country to fight against itself, is much more pleasing to the eye.

Feng Xue, with his Mirror of Clarity, could clearly grasp the situation, but he offered no explanation, simply shrugging and saying:

"Of course we won't go straight there. Let's find some tools nearby first; the things at school aren't very handy."

(The Mirror of Clarity is not power but a lower-level blessing of power, and will not attract the attention of the gods, unless by chance a god happens to have a blessing authority, and the blessing happens to be exactly the same as Feng Xue's seven points.)

"How do we get through? The soldiers of the Ideal Country are already approaching." Mang Ke looked out the window and saw that a large number of soldiers had surrounded the area, making it impossible to pass through. Although most of them were soldiers from the Parlin Kingdom, even his own people dared not say they could leave a way through under these circumstances.

"Students have their own methods!"

Feng Xue gave a peculiar smile and led Mang Ke to the men's restroom at the back of the dormitory. With practiced ease, she pried open a few floor tiles, revealing a dark hole.

"What's this?" Mang Ke's eyes widened. He found it hard to imagine that such a scene, which he only knew from prison break movies, would appear in a school dormitory. Feng Xue simply smiled. Of course, he wouldn't say that he had secretly dug it out with the "Shawshank's Spoon" during this period of time. He simply said:

"Our high school is under quasi-military management. We're not allowed to go out at night, and they check the dorms. So if you want to have a nightlife, you have to find some unconventional ways. This tunnel is a road that 'only' trustworthy people can use. It's been passed down for so many years without being discovered, which in a sense shows that humanity has withstood the test."

Are high school students these days really this outrageous?

Mang Ke had intended to say that, but as she slowly descended along the "Stairs" and "handrails" on the cave wall, looking at the handles that had become smooth and shiny from countless rubbings and grips, she immediately shut her mouth. Without a doubt, this tunnel was probably older than her.

The tunnel was pitch black, and it led straight down, which made her feel a little panicked.

"Where does this tunnel lead? Did students really dig such a long passage to escape from their dorms?"

"Not entirely." Feng Xue, who had restored the entrance to its original state, followed Mang Ke and answered simply and directly:

"According to the senior who told me about the tunnel, this was originally a well. Later, a sewer was dug to pass underneath it, and the well was abandoned. Logically, it should have been filled with cement and buried, but I don't know if it was to save trouble or what, but they just filled it with sand and only sealed the two ends with cement."

"Later, a student who was constipated while using the toilet got bored and started tapping on the tiles. He discovered that there was a hole underneath, and it was quite large. After some investigation, he found a crack in the sewer below. He realized that it was probably due to an earthquake or something that caused the sewer to crack and let sand down. So, they chiseled through the cement slabs at both ends, dug grooves on both sides, hammered in handles, and added two covers. That's how the tunnel came to be."

"..." Mang Ke wanted to reach out and pinch her brow, but worried about ruining the disguise Feng Xue had applied to her, so she could only take a deep breath and say:

Are high school students really that wild?

"Well..." Feng Xue hesitated for a moment before saying softly:

What is the name of this college?

"The Parlin Industrial University Affiliated High School, huh?" Mang Ke didn't understand why she was being asked that, but Feng Xue continued speaking as she went downstairs:

"A group of engineering students preparing for their engineering school entrance exams—it would be absurd if they did nothing! Oh, watch out, did you see the rope? It's quite deep down there; grab the rope and slide down!"

I've noticed that many people reading novels these days tend to jump to conclusions without thinking, immediately labeling any "saintly" characters as "saintly hypocrites" or similar arguments. But the problem is, sometimes "saintly" characters are even more detrimental than "saintly hypocrites," okay?

A "saintly bitch" says, "This person is so pitiful, why don't you help him?" while a "saintly mother" says, "This person is so pitiful, I want to help him." That is indeed the difference, but everyone can see through the moral blackmail of a "saintly bitch," so they can refuse. A "saintly mother," on the other hand, will genuinely help everyone indiscriminately—even if helping this person might harm more people!

When you're in trouble, you hope a saint will come to your rescue. But honestly, I think having a saint in your group is more terrifying than having a hypocrite. You can slap a hypocrite in the face, but with a saint... you really don't know what to do.

In a normal life without deep-seated grievances, it's fine, but in a dangerous environment, a "saintly mother" is a more terrifying annihilation engine than a "saintly hypocrite."

To give a simple example, imagine a zombie outbreak where someone gets bitten but hasn't turned into a zombie yet. A sanctimonious person says, "This person is still human! You all need to save him!" Most people with a brain wouldn't save him, right? But this sanctimonious person goes and saves him...

Similarly, there are various "meme police" and their opposites, the "anti-meme police." For example, Kou likes to say, "Why are you only criticizing me when there are so many meme-spreaders?" The problem is, it's fine for people to use the memes the author wrote, but if you say "Origin of Everything," aren't you just asking for trouble? Just like a few years ago when "Origin of Everything" in King of Glory was attacked by everyone, wasn't it?

Therefore, the author does not oppose dispatching police officers, but please confirm the context when dispatching them. That's all.