In Honkai, My Cheat Is Bouncing

Hearing this, Ren Yu immediately raised an eyebrow.

Your age? What kind of words are these.

"I'm currently 19, about to turn 20."

"19 years old?!"

The girl seemed to hear something unbelievable, and stood frozen on the spot.

Did she mishear? Is it 19 or 29?

Swallowing, the girl boldly confirmed again.

"You... are 29 this year?"

Ren Yu smiled, knowing his age was indeed not very convincing. He decided to admit it and tease her a bit.

"Yes, if you say I'm 29, then I'm 29 this year."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wristwatch vibrated slightly. Ren Yu looked down and said quickly, "I'm very sorry, I don't have much time, I have to go. Let's talk again if we have the chance."

With that, he pulled the handle of his suitcase back into his hand, waved with the other, and left.

Ten minutes later.

Ren Yu arrived in front of the so-called "Principal's Office."

At this moment, a delicate girl, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a black nun's habit, with silver-white hair casually scattered, was lying on the desk, staring blankly at the wall clock.

"Four minutes until closing... No, in another three minutes and fifty-six seconds, I'll be free."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Knock... knock knock...

"Who is it?"

Theresa subconsciously called out.

Why is someone still looking for her at this hour? Could it be that niece Kiana has caused trouble again?

"It's me, the one who was supposed to come for an interview yesterday."

The next second, a response came from inside the room.

"Coming, wait a moment."

Theresa jumped off her chair and quickly walked towards the door.

"Come in,"

Theresa opened the door and beckoned Ren Yu into the office. After Ren Yu came in and sat down, she asked curiously, "Are you the guy who fought the Honkai Emperor for nine days and nine nights without falling behind?"

"It's me."

Ren Yu admitted it generously.

"Then that means your combat skills must be very strong, almost as good as us Valkyries who rely on Stigmata to fight."

"Mm."

"We'll use a simulation battle later to prove your strength. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Alright then, I'll look for your employment file. It was right here yesterday, honestly, where did it go..."

"Okay."

While Theresa was looking, Ren Yu took the opportunity to casually look around the office.

—Typical Nordic style. There were no manga scattered everywhere as rumored, nor any large posters of magical girls.

It seems this Theresa is quite serious.

"Phew, finally found it!"

At this moment, Theresa finally found the contract related to Ren Yu among the piles of documents.

She quickly scanned it to confirm it was correct, then handed the document over, pointing to the signature line.

"Take a look, and sign if there are no problems."

Ren Yu took the contract and quickly went through it. The contract was the same as what was discussed before, but there was a slight change in the position—his close combat instructor had become an assistant, and only the psychological counselor position was formal.

The rest was the standard benefits package, with weekends off and a 9-to-5 workday. These were all conditions that had been agreed upon beforehand, so Ren Yu naturally had no objections.

"No problem."

He casually signed his alias on the signature line.

—Yang Chengwen

After taking back the contract and filing it, Theresa nodded again, satisfied. "I'll find someone to take you to the dormitory... Ah, there you are, Kiana, why are you here again? Come help me!"

Theresa extended a fair finger, pointed towards the doorway, and shouted loudly.

Kiana?

Ren Yu turned around and found a young girl with two white braided pigtails standing at the office door.

Kiana looked awkward, her hands behind her back, her head bowed, and she nervously watched the ground.

"My dearest Auntie, can we discuss something?"

Her tone wasn't like she was begging for a favor, but rather like she was acting spoiled.

Theresa frowned. Just as she had suspected, Kiana never came to her with good news.

Last time she had broken the equipment in the training grounds; what was it this time?

Suppressing her doubts, Theresa tried her best to maintain her dwindling authority, placing her hands on her hips and shouting, "I've told you not to call me Auntie in the academy. You should call me Principal."

"Oh, it doesn't matter what I call you."

Kiana suddenly put on a pitiful expression.

"Auntie, if you don't help me, I'll drop to C-rank Valkyrie, be relegated to the logistics corps, and never have a chance to go to the battlefield again!"