My Name Is Hao Shuai

The suited man's expression had soured, but he suppressed his anger and said unpleasantly, "How do you prove it?"

The ponytail woman retorted, "That's your problem to consider."

Meeting at the equipment repair center was pre-arranged.

As one of the locations emphasized by the NPCs, it was bound to hide certain clues.

Correspondingly, it also harbored unknown risks.

The suited man and the baseball cap guy clearly didn't want to take that risk, which was why they only showed up after the others had emerged.

Even Zhou Taifu had realized this.

Everyone's expressions towards the suited man and his companion turned cold.

The suited man waved his hands, signaling everyone not to be nervous. He then patted the baseball cap guy's shoulder, asking him to explain why they were late.

He also stated courteously that if anything was missed, he would supplement it.

The baseball cap guy pulled down the brim of his hat and began to recount their story with a less-than-pleasant tone.

While they were searching for clues in the academic building, they encountered the school's academic director.

The director chatted with them for a while and finally instructed them to bring their equipment.

They were to go to the large music classroom on the 4th floor of Building C later.

There was a rehearsal there today.

"Was there a specific time?" the ponytail woman asked.

The baseball cap guy glanced at his watch. "No, she told us to go directly after we found you all."

And so, without even eating lunch, the group, led by the baseball cap guy, headed towards Building C.

Along the way, they exchanged the information they had obtained.

But as Jiang Cheng had said, no valuable intelligence emerged.

It was less an exchange of intelligence and more a sharing of experiences from a nightmare.

"Doctor," the fat man leaned closer to Jiang Cheng and whispered, "Does this remind you of those movie appreciation classes our teachers used to assign back in school?"

He swallowed and continued, "I remember every time after watching a movie, there would be an extra movie review assignment, 800 words, no exceptions."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "We had those too, but one time our homeroom teacher accidentally opened his C drive and played the wrong movie. After that, all the appreciation classes in the school were canceled."

The fat man: "..."

"Oh, right," Zhou Taifu, who was walking at the back, suddenly interjected, "What do you all do in the real world? Meeting each other is fate, why not become friends?"

The fat man glanced at him and reluctantly asked, "What do you do?"

"My name is Zhou Taifu, I'm a rather well-known jeweler," he fiddled with the few strands of hair on his head, trying to look more formal. "Some of you might have heard my name."

It was evident that this person was also accustomed to a life of luxury in reality.

And he was quite proud of his identity and wealth in the real world.

Since Zhou Taifu had initiated the topic, everyone followed suit.

The baseball cap guy's name was Luo Yi, a rather uninspired alias, and he claimed to own a supermarket.

The suited man with him was named Zhen Jianren, reportedly working at a renowned law firm. Despite his young age, he had already reached a partner position.

Upon hearing the suited man's name, the fat man paused for a second.

Jiang Cheng, however, let out an "Oh?"

"Doctor," the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng and whispered, "Honestly, did you think of something?"

"What are you two whispering about?" Zhen Jianren asked.

"Nothing," Jiang Cheng quickly explained. "Brother Jianren, please don't misunderstand. I just think your aunt gave you a wonderful name."

The ponytail woman couldn't help but laugh. She found this Jiang Cheng person increasingly interesting.

"What's your name?" the ponytail woman asked Jiang Cheng, her interest piqued. "And what do you do?"

Although her appearance was average, she possessed a unique heroic spirit, unlike ordinary women.

"My name is Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng answered honestly. "You can call me by my name, or 'handsome guy,' it's all fine. I'm a professional male model, currently working in the high-end group at Die Lian Hua KTV nightclub."

The fat man: "..."

"A model?" The ponytail woman found it even more amusing, resting her chin on her hand and saying meaningfully, "The kind who makes a living with their looks?"

"No," Jiang Cheng said righteously, "I also rely on my physical strength and the love of the ladies."

Thanks to brother with tail number 6715 for the reward!