A habit?
Chu He braced himself and trudged forward, heavy-headed and light-footed.
He really should get used to it.
Otherwise, wouldn't everything he had said before become empty words?
It was school time now.
Only then did Chu He remember what he had forgotten.
The club activity before had taken place during the holiday. School probably hadn't started yet.
"Brother Xuan..."
Chu He looked at Xiao Xuan walking ahead of him, still chewing gum.
The things the police officers had confiscated had all been returned afterward.
Brother Xuan looked fairly young, probably a few years younger than him. That meant he should be about to start school too.
Come to think of it, did Contract Anomalists need to attend school?
Wait, what was school for? Aside from getting a diploma, wasn't it to find a better job?
And once someone became a Contract Anomalist, didn't that mean they already had a job?
He wondered how much Contract Anomalists earned.
For a rookie like him, ten thousand a month—no, would five thousand be possible?
As Chu He thought it over, he remembered the money Zhang Yao had transferred to him. He had originally wanted to send it back to Xiao Xuan.
But Xiao Xuan had refused with a single sentence: "Keep it."
Thinking about it that way, if he took on a similar job and earned ten thousand after completing it, the income wouldn't be bad at all.
"It's not school time right now. That person probably isn't at school."
Xiao Xuan raised the hand wearing his Smart Brain and gave it a wave. "The location it pinpointed is right here."
Only then did Chu He remember that he and those friends all lived in the same city as their school, so they commuted.
But many students' homes were in other