"You're really brave. Truly."
"I never thought you'd give the class monitor a gift so openly... This courage far exceeds my expectations of you. I admit I was wrong... Have you picked out an epitaph yet?"
"Before picking an epitaph, you need to give Councilwoman Su an explanation."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest, this will definitely make it into those gossip rags outside the school! News like this can sell for at least four or five Gold Beans! If you find the right channel, it could fetch even more!"
"Before explaining himself to Qingqiu Mansion, I think he should figure out how to deal with Councilwoman Su's supporters' anger... Remember, the Alpha white robes were in class with us this afternoon too... Didn't you see Andrew Taylor grinning from ear to ear?"
"Was he smiling?"
"The conflict between Alpha's conservatives and reformists is growing more intense by the day. Only an external enemy can briefly unite the white robes. This sudden incident is very important to Sephrano right now. Unfortunately, Brother Scum is about to become Alpha's glue."
Inside Dormitory 403, Zheng Qing's roommates chattered away about what had happened during that afternoon's practical class.
The young government-funded student sat stiffly at his desk. Whenever his gaze drifted toward the bed, he immediately jerked it away as though shocked. He could hardly imagine what sort of monster he would encounter in his dreams after the afternoon's events had fermented overnight.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
After making a simple calculation, the wizard let out a soft breath, and his gaze gradually hardened.
"Fatty!"
He looked first at Xin and asked with great sincerity, "You said that news could sell for at least four or five Gold Beans... Does that mean you can find the 'right' channel?"