Light Fortress-Chapter 39 - 37 The Big Shot
39: Chapter 37 The Big Shot
39 -37 The Big Shot
“My dear S-level!”
After Mr.
Shu pushed the door open, he gave Gu Shen a big hug.
Then, he noticed the cat sprawling asleep, showing its belly, in the room and whispered softly, “Yo ho ho…
there’s another cutie here.”
He stretched out his hand and gestured for silence with a “shh” sign to Luo Er and Zhong Wei who were entering the room behind him.
The teacher really is a careful person…
Seeing this gesture, the two people behind him couldn’t help but smile helplessly, quietly closing the door.
The group moved to another quiet bedroom.
…
…
“The overall situation is roughly like this.”
Splitting up and reconvening, both sides exchanged detailed intelligence.
“Han Dang…
is indeed a dangerous individual.”
Luo Er, with one hand pulling back the curtain, glanced at the apartment opposite to Gu Shen’s and said seriously, “Now that I am watching him, there won’t be any accidents.
The review day is just one day away…
The priority now is to solve Gu Shen’s Dream Interpretation issue.”
Seeing his Senior Brother and Senior Sister all anxious for him, Gu Shen felt somewhat embarrassed, but since he had chosen to play dumb…
he had to keep it up until the very end.
He smiled awkwardly.
“To my knowledge, the Judgement Institute has stored over three thousand seven hundred Dreamscapes.” Luo Er looked towards the teacher and spoke slowly, “Most of them are used for Cultivation to sharpen spiritual power.
The ones with low difficulty can be unraveled in three to five minutes…
But the ones with high difficulty, it’s not just a matter of time.”
“If one’s talent is insufficient, they cannot comprehend the Dream.
Even if they spend a month, a year, they can’t complete the Dream Interpretation…”
She frowned and said, “Yet, faced with the same Dreamscape, a person with exceptional talent might just need an hour.”
“There’s no need to worry about the Dream Interpretation matter.”
Mr.
Shu said with a smile, “You three have worked hard these days.
I, as your teacher, can’t just stand by and watch.
Today is the last day before the review…
You don’t need to work any further.
Relax and take a break, consider it a holiday for yourselves.”
With these words from the teacher, everyone’s expressions visibly relaxed.
That’s the kind of person Mr.
Shu is.
If one day the sky were to fall, and he said he could hold it up, then he definitely would.
So when he said not to worry about the Dream Interpretation matter, Luo Er, Zhong Wei, and Nan Jin, despite still feeling anxious, deep down they truly weren’t as worried as before.
“Very good.”
Seeing the slight changes in the expressions of his students, Mr.
Shu was satisfied: “Alright, it’s getting late…
You’ve all worked hard for a day, have a good night’s sleep and rest.”
Then he slapped Gu Shen heavily on the shoulder and laughed:
“You, come with me!”
…
…
The rain had stopped.
The wind was still strong.
The cold wind hammered against the narrow walls, howling through the stairwell, Gu Shen braved the wind and followed Mr.
Shu upward…
Just ahead was the rooftop of the apartment building, which Mr.
Shu kicked open.
The metal door clanged loudly, greeting them with a cold, rust-laden breeze.
“Alright.”
Mr.
Shu exhaled a long breath, his face showing no trace of having drunk alcohol.
He stood at the top of the apartment building, hands on the railing.
Gu Shen followed suit and looked down.
Just one glance was enough to make him feel dizzy.
Because they were up more than thirty stories high, and it was midnight, the world below was still bustling.
In the distance, below them, vast swathes of neon lights flowed, with screens still showing images of joy and laughter.
The late-night revelers on the streets, under the brilliant lights, appeared like tiny grains of sand.
The rooftop was enveloped in silence, with only the sound of the wind.
“Actually, it was just to find an environment to be alone with you…
There probably isn’t a more suitable place than the rooftop, right?” Mr.
Shu no longer looked down upon the bustling crowd below but turned his back, leaning against the railing, and smiled, “I’m really sorry, for dragging you into the Judgement Institute before you could even understand the situation…
causing you to deal with so much trouble.”
“…”
Gu Shen opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything.
His expression suddenly became complicated.
Deep down, Gu Shen did hold a bit of a grudge against Mr.
Shu.
Whether it was Nan Jin, Brother Zhong, or Senior Sister Luo, they all called him “Teacher,” but he himself just couldn’t do it.
Looking back on the whole incident…
he had been unwittingly drawn into a Transcendent event, followed by a series of “no other choices”: joining the Judgement Institute, undergoing special training, preparing for an audit, dealing with Han Dang…
All of this happened so fast, and amidst Gu Shen’s struggling, he always thought back to the old man in the Zhongshan suit who had given him the note that night.
If given another chance, would he still dial that number?
After Mr.
Shu apologized, Gu Shen suddenly realized…
he had nothing to say.
Those little grudges had already become murmurs that needed not be spoken.
The man had saved his life and went to great lengths to secure a special pardon for him…
This was someone who truly cared for him, and Gu Shen could clearly distinguish that.
So he waved his hand dismissively and said in a low voice, “You don’t need to be so formal.”
After all, having taken so much money…
to consider it as…
“To consider it as…
taking someone’s money to ward off their disasters.”
The old man chuckled softly, “That must be what you’re thinking, right?”
“Truly cunning with age…” Gu Shen muttered under his breath, then seriously said, “Although I don’t know why you’re so confident, you should still prepare for the worst for tomorrow’s audit.”
“Ah ha…”
That seemed to be the old man’s habitual catchphrase.
He asked indifferently, “Do you think you won’t pass the audit?”
It was Gu Shen’s turn to laugh this time.
He couldn’t help himself as he pointed to himself and asked, “Do you think I can pass the audit?”
“Of course!”
“You are an S-class…
the S-class I have set my sights on!”
Mr.
Shu slowly looked towards the young man, his voice light, but it thundered in Gu Shen’s ears: “You are the only one who could take the Ruler from A-009.”
Gu Shen stood rooted to the spot, stunned.
It was like a bolt from the blue.
His mind was blank, completely unsure of what to say.
The secret he had been desperately hiding…
was lightly and casually revealed by the old man in a single sentence.
“No need to say more, I know everything,” Mr.
Shu said with a chuckle and a meaningful tone: “Since I decided to let you sign that contract…
it means that I’ve decided to cover for you.
Hmm…
‘cover’ is a good word, quite appropriate, and even a bit thrilling.”
“Do you still remember the story I told you before sending you home?” The old man briefly recounted it: “A-009 was a member of the Ancient Literature Society, detained after losing control, with a bigwig conducting experiments on her over and over…
to find the real cause of her breakdown.”
Gu Shen had heard the complete version of this story from Chu Ling.
What truly caused her breakdown was neither the bone-scalpel nor the old newspaper, but the Ruler hidden in her chest.
“That bigwig is called ‘Zhao Xilai’, and your special pardon came from him,” Mr.
Shu said softly: “The review board for this audit was also chosen by him.”
