So when you were out and about, you could just make up your own identity?
The three of them laughed awkwardly, and the atmosphere improved somewhat.
They took it as Su Bei making a joke.
No one brought up the Officer's Token again.
Su Bei did not say much either. They would find out soon enough, anyway.
He had never intended to hide it. Playing the pig to eat the tiger was not his style.
Earlier, Gu Wen had discussed this matter with Su Bei.
If Su Bei did not want to be too conspicuous, the school was willing to respect his wishes and help conceal it.
But Su Bei had refused.
He could, but there was no need to. It would be like a billionaire pretending to be a poor student—needlessly making trouble for himself.
It would save him a lot of trouble. Otherwise, any stray cat or dog would dare provoke him later. How was he supposed to cultivate then?
Besides, he had come here to crush everyone.
"Su Bei, want to buy a talisman?" Yuan Suan tried to sell one to him. "Don't underestimate this little thing. It really works. Let me put it this way: during my Gaokao, I relied entirely on divination to answer the questions."
"Stick this talisman on yourself, and I guarantee you'll earn merits every day after joining the military. Forget becoming an officer—even becoming a general isn't impossible."
Su Bei shook his head. "I don't believe in that."
If the panel rewarded him with something like this, he would definitely believe in it. Forget sticking it by his door—even sticking it on his body would be fine.
But this... better forget it.
Yuan Suan did not mind. After selling talismans for so many years, people like Ma Zixuan were a rare