"No, we're a team!"
"Besides, the vice principal's assignment was for us to amaze everyone and defend Ink Academy's unrivaled standing."
"So we have to take the top two spots."
Yu Sheng's expression was serious and solemn.
He wasn't joking in the slightest.
Take someone's money, solve their problems.
If a client gave him a job, he had to do it beautifully.
Otherwise, no one would hire him next time.
This was a principle Yu Sheng had understood since childhood, and he had always followed it conscientiously.
At each of the several forks along the way, Yu Sheng stopped, took out the map to study it, picked a destination, then sprinted off again.
In the wheelchair, Zhao Zicheng had given up completely.
He simply slumped there, contemplating life.
He could have succeeded through hard work, so why did he have to be carried to victory?
Being carried to victory was certainly enjoyable.
But this time...
It was painful.
Perhaps his only consolation was that he had brought a feather fan, which could at least shield his face and preserve his last shred of dignity.
Meanwhile, in the sky above Ink City.
The deputy director's smile had vanished completely.
He searched everywhere for Yu Sheng.
"Just because I can't beat you in the game, does that mean I have to let you bully me outside it too?"
"The Guard Bureau's assignment remains unchanged."
"The Reserve Corps..."
"All of you, find that boy named Yu Sheng!"
"Even if you have to dig three feet underground..."
"Yes, the sewers! Get into the sewers and drag him out!"
The deputy director's eyes lit up as though something had dawned on him, and he shouted from midair.
Xu Yuanqing watched the scene leisurely, clicking his tongue in wonder.
Even an old fox could slip up.