The System's True Face!

"Heh heh, I can't believe I got MVP. I'm stronger than I thought."

After sweeping aside all the competition, Su Yuan couldn't help feeling a little smug.

Of course, that didn't mean he was the best fighter in the whole school. Most of the school's big shots couldn't be bothered to join the cafeteria scrum.

Take Class Two, for example. A prodigy like Chen Nuoyi could easily steamroll all the competition, but she always took her time when heading to the cafeteria.

A capable fighter like Chu Lanxi would also ask a friend to get his food for him instead of joining the fray himself.

And there were plenty of students from wealthy households who didn't eat in the cafeteria at all, choosing instead to eat out or order delivery.

At the thought of food delivery, Su Yuan couldn't help clicking his tongue.

Not being allowed to deliver food at school was such a waste. Otherwise, he could've made a fortune off those students who treated money like it was nothing.

Still, Su Yuan's progress was obvious.

He was holding his meal card and heading happily toward the cafeteria entrance, ready to enjoy the fruits of his victory, when a figure as imposing as an iron tower suddenly blocked his way.

Before Su Yuan could even figure out what was going on, the other man reached out an arm thicker than Su Yuan's thigh, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and hoisted him up like a little chick.

"Teacher Zhuge?"

Seeing Zhuge Tie's iron-gray face, Su Yuan was baffled.

What was going on? Had he done something to offend this PE teacher?

"You brat, you sure swung that pole fast!"

Zhuge Tie ground his teeth, each word scraping out between them. He was clearly furious.

"The cafeteria contest is a contest of speed, and you won by relying on cheap tricks! You've disgraced the spirit of sportsmanship!"

Su Yuan: "..."

What the hell did that have to do with sportsmanship?

Who said you could only race to compete for a place in the cafeteria?

And wasn't stopping him right before the finish line a foul?

Watching the students he'd left behind overtake him one by one and rush into the cafeteria, Su Yuan panicked and hurriedly tried his three-part plea:

"Teacher Zhuge, it's the middle of the day, and since we're already here, why not eat first?"

"No. You're going to the track right now and running ten laps. I'll supervise you myself! I'll teach you what sportsmanship means."

Zhuge Tie spoke coldly, completely unmoved by appeals to common decency. Su Yuan was horrified.

But just then, a cold laugh rang out from nearby:

"Teacher Zhuge, there you go shouting about your boring sportsmanship again. You dragged away my beloved student for your own selfish reasons and won't let him eat. That hardly sets a good example for a teacher."

Su Yuan and Zhuge Tie turned toward the voice and saw a beautiful teacher with a slender figure, dressed in a tight-fitting Combat Suit, walking gracefully toward them.

"Teacher Li?"

The newcomer was Li Ziquan, the martial arts teacher for Senior Class Two.

What puzzled Su Yuan was that Teacher Li was usually rather cool toward him. Why had she stepped in to help him now?

"Teacher Li, this has nothing to do with you."

Zhuge Tie set Su Yuan back on the ground, his voice stiff.

Li Ziquan folded her arms. First, she gave Su Yuan a fond look, then she turned to Zhuge Tie with an expression of contempt and said:

"Nothing to do with me? The martial arts Su Yuan just displayed were so impressive that few students in Senior Year could match him. Yet you're criticizing him just because he used martial arts to take first place in the cafeteria contest. Are you looking down on martial arts?"

"Besides, all you need to do to get full marks in PE is dumbly pump iron, right? It's completely different from subjects like martial arts and spells, which require skill."

Su Yuan understood. Teacher Li must have seen his exquisite staff technique—no, fork technique—and taken a liking to his talent.

Great, he wasn't alone anymore.

At Li Ziquan's words, veins immediately bulged on Zhuge Tie's forehead.

"What did you say? PE isn't as simple as you make it out to be. What right does an outsider have to tell me how it works?"

The two teachers immediately launched into a war of words.

If the students passing by hadn't been in such a rush to get their food, the place would surely have been packed with spectators.

Caught between the two teachers, Su Yuan didn't dare move, afraid they'd both turn on him.

He gazed at the cafeteria, which was gradually filling with people, his eyes full of reluctance.

Goodbye, limited-edition dishes. Goodbye, glory of being first in the cafeteria!

No, he couldn't give up yet.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Yuan. The two teachers had stopped him, but Chu Lanxi was about to arrive too. He just had to get him to pick up a meal for him.

With a bit of luck, Chu Lanxi might even get one of the limited-edition dishes.

Su Yuan scanned the crowd and quickly spotted his good son near the cafeteria entrance.

He hurriedly waved at Chu Lanxi with the smallest movement possible.

As if sensing something, Chu Lanxi looked over at Su Yuan.

Su Yuan was delighted and was just about to signal him with his eyes when Chu Lanxi whipped his head back around at lightning speed, acting as if nothing was the matter as he blended into the crowd and entered the cafeteria.

Damn it, he'd been ignored! Was Chu Lanxi afraid the teachers beside him would set their sights on him?

What a lousy friend!

Su Yuan rolled his eyes in anger.

Just then, a sudden ding rang in his mind.

[Oh ho! It's only your first day undercover in Taihua Sect, and you've already won over two elders from righteous sects with your disguise's warm, gentle charm? You truly are a sinful Demon Lord!]

What the hell? Hadn't the system classified the current world as an ancient cultivation era? Who would understand "warm, gentle charm"?

Besides, he'd only wanted to put his skills to use so he could get food in the cafeteria sooner. The two teachers had stopped him of their own accord. What did that have to do with being warm and gentle? Had the system's slander evolved to the point of being completely illogical?

[Because of the outstanding talent you displayed, both sect elders intend to cultivate you in depth. This is your chance to infiltrate Taihua Sect's upper ranks.]

[Demon Lord Mission updated]

[Mission: Righteous Sect's Top Disciple]

[As a Demon Lord who made a name for himself by deceiving people's hearts, please adopt the guise of a devout student and maneuver between the two sect elders. Squeeze every bit of knowledge out of them and make them trust you even more.]

[Task Progress: Martial Arts Elder Favorability (105/80) Body-Tempering Elder Favorability (50/80)]

Oh ho, the familiar favorability system?

The Martial Arts Elder and Body-Tempering Elder must mean the martial arts teacher and the PE teacher.

So why was Teacher Li's favorability toward him so high? It had gone off the charts!

The mission had only just been issued, and he was already nearly halfway done.

That wasn't a bad thing, though. The sooner he finished the mission, the sooner he'd get the reward.

So what was the reward for this mission?

Since the system's products were always top quality, he'd pretend not to have heard the system bro's earlier insult.

Su Yuan eagerly looked down at the newly refreshed mission reward, then froze.

[Mission Reward: Ancient Corpse Refining Method]

There must've been something wrong with the way he'd opened it. He'd better look again.

No mistake. That was the mission reward.

He hadn't misread a single word!

It seemed this Dog System could no longer hide its true colors. The missions it had given him before were probably just bait to lure him in with freebies. This was the Demon Lord system's true face!

And this Dog System had even slandered him just now. He wasn't letting that go!