How to Make Money

After the appearance of the men in black, everyone's attention was focused on them.

Not just Class 3 of the second year, where Qing Chen was, but even people in the opposite teaching building noticed the situation over here, with students peering out of the windows to look.

It wasn't surprising that the students were astonished.

Qing Chen still remembered the oppressive aura he felt when he first encountered the men in black.

That unique and sharp demeanor was exceptionally striking in the school.

Qing Chen kept himself hidden beside Nan Gengchen, but he was overthinking it; the men in black didn't even glance into his classroom.

At this moment, Qing Chen had a rough idea. An organization that could get the school's dean of academic affairs to cooperate must have official backing, which somewhat put his mind at ease.

However, after the men in black took Liu Dezhu away, they brought him back just before the first class ended.

As soon as class was over, students from the surrounding classes rushed over, with a large crowd surrounding Liu Dezhu and asking, "Who were those men in black?"

Liu Dezhu was also bewildered, "I don't know who they were either. Dean of Academic Affairs Shi Qingyan just told me to cooperate with them."

"Then what did they want with you?" the students asked.

"First, they had me register my home address and contact information, as well as my emergency contact's phone number," Liu Dezhu recalled. "Then they told me I couldn't leave Luocheng for now, and that they might need to conduct some centralized training for us transmigrators later. They're still preparing, and they're not sure when it will be ready."

"Are there many transmigrators in Luocheng?" the classmates asked.

"It seems like quite a few," Liu Dezhu said.

"Did they ask you about anything else?"

"Oh, right," Liu Dezhu suddenly remembered something. "They showed me some photos taken by surveillance cameras at intersections and asked if I had seen anyone. The person in the photos should be young. The photos were taken at night, so they were a bit blurry. The person was wearing a gray hoodie and a baseball cap, and their face couldn't be seen clearly."

While the other classmates were listening with great interest, Qing Chen suddenly frowned.

Because the person Liu Dezhu described was none other than himself!

"Why were they looking for him?" a classmate asked.

"The men in black said he might also be a transmigrator and had appeared at another transmigrator's doorstep," Liu Dezhu said. "They didn't hide it, only saying that this transmigrator was special and had strong counter-surveillance abilities, unlike ordinary students like me. If you see someone with a similar appearance, you must call the men in black first and not approach them casually."

Qing Chen was speechless. He hadn't expected to have left such a deep impression on the men in black. Perhaps they had reviewed the surveillance footage later and confirmed his counter-surveillance actions.

But why would they ask Liu Dezhu?

Before he could figure it out, a classmate asked, "Then why did they ask you about this?"

"Oh, they said that based on the surveillance footage, the person's activity area should be within a three-kilometer radius. However, the neighborhood here is old, and the roads are narrow and old. Many places don't have surveillance or the cameras are broken, so the trail went cold."

Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that their trail had gone cold wasn't a coincidence; he had deliberately changed into clothes he hadn't worn in two years that day and avoided surveillance cameras.

It seemed his efforts to always be prepared had not been in vain.

Liu Dezhu said, "They didn't just ask me; they also asked some teachers at the school. They suspected that if the transmigrator was still a student, they might be in our school, but the teachers couldn't recognize them either."

With a transmigrator appearing in their midst, Luocheng Foreign Language School was abuzz with gossip.

During every class break, groups of students would "casually pass by" Liu Dezhu's classroom door.

Among them, quite a few attractive girls were whispering outside the classroom, which greatly satisfied Liu Dezhu's ego.

Nan Gengchen sat in the classroom, looking enviously out the window. "That guy transmigrated and ended up next to a big shot, even talking to him. Maybe he'll become a superhero someday. What a huge difference between people."

Qing Chen glanced at him. "Envious?"

"Aren't you envious?" Nan Gengchen muttered. "You said before you'd treat me to a meal when you made big money, but it looks like that's not happening now."

"Then let's just focus on studying. There are still so many ordinary people living their lives well. You don't necessarily have to become a transmigrator," Qing Chen said.

Nan Gengchen wanted to say something but stopped.

He didn't want others to discover his identity as a transmigrator and put him in danger, yet his youthful desire was to be envied by others.

So, he was constantly oscillating between being a transmigrator and an ordinary person, deceiving himself.

As evening approached, the class monitor came to find Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen. "Qing Chen, you two are the only ones who haven't paid the book fees."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "My parents aren't home. I'd like to pay in a couple of days."

The class monitor nodded and then looked at Nan Gengchen. "Nan Gengchen, what about your book fees?"

Nan Gengchen said sheepishly, "Me too, in a couple of days..."

The class monitor left without saying anything.

Actually, everyone in the class knew that Nan Gengchen and Qing Chen didn't come from well-off families, but no one thought much of it.

They weren't invited to class gatherings not because people looked down on them, but because they knew they were short on cash and wouldn't be able to come.

The proportion of students who were snobbish in high school was quite small.

Moreover, Qing Chen was a top student, and top students in high school carried an invincible aura.

Many people thought that high school students were constantly thinking: "This classmate's family is so rich, I want to hang out with him. That classmate's family is so poor, I won't hang out with him."

But the truth was, high school students' minds weren't that complicated. They were mostly thinking about the same things: "Who the heck invented functions? Huh? Let me see who got only 15 points on the multiple-choice questions. Damn, it's me!"

At this moment, Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen. "Why didn't you bring the book fees either?"

"My mom got so angry with my dad that she went back to my grandmother's house, so I have to ask my dad for the money," Nan Gengchen muttered.

"Did your dad not give it to you?" Qing Chen asked.

"No."

"What did he say?"

Nan Gengchen replied, "He told me to return the book to the school..."

Qing Chen: "???"

Suddenly, the cost of a textbook had stumped two struggling transmigrator youths.

This also reminded Qing Chen that he needed to start earning money. He could, of course, continue to beat the old men at chess, but the problem was that it wasn't enough, and besides, everyone had gotten smarter and stopped playing with him.

So, he had to think about how to make money from the Inner World. It made no sense to stand by a treasure mountain and come back empty-handed again and again.

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