I'm a villain, not a devil

"You don't come here very often. This underground black market is probably under the jurisdiction of our [Golden Ghost]. Brother Knee Shovel is in charge of half of it, Brother Chaocui is in charge of the other half, and I am the one in charge of it."

After the small interlude, Sean did not leave immediately. Instead, he found a black market restaurant and sat down.

Leslie was reporting to him the current situation of the black market.

After hearing this, Sean nodded, and then looked at Leslie meaningfully: "You know a lot about this place."

Leslie lowered his head in fear.

He was a pushover, but he told Sean everything he knew, which seemed like a gift.

"Brother Jinkui has ordered me to rest for a while, and you will be the one to talk about it."

That fat man is quite smart...

Sean opened the window and looked outside, and said calmly: "Who is the person in charge of Chao Chou here?"

"It's Old Man Gu on the surface, but according to the news I got recently, Gao Qingshan was actually responsible for everything secretly - that..."

Sean looked at Leslie who was hesitant and said funnyly: "Don't play this trick with me, just say what you have to say."

Leslie wiped his sweat and said quickly: "The profits from the black market go to the gang's accounts. However, in the past six months, there has been a slight discrepancy in the accounts on Brother Chaosou's side. I personally suspect that Gao Qingshan should have withheld the money himself. Quite a few.”

Sean: "Then why don't you report it to the gang?"

"This..." Leslie looked embarrassed. He had done this before.

It's just that Gao Qingshan has been a bit too handsy recently. When he saw Sean today, he subconsciously felt that the other party had discovered this and told him everything.

Anyway, they are not on one side. If you want to catch the typical person, you should also catch the greedier one...

Sean didn't say anything. Of course he knew what the other person was thinking.

However, the name Gao Qingshan reminded him of something.

That guy's strength is quite terrifying, and he's a close confidant of Chao Zui.

However, Gao Qingshan's character is incompatible with [Golden Ghost], and he has the spirit of an ancient hero.

Sean remembered that during the game test, he played a Ranger game. Even though he was semi-hostile with [Golden Ghost], he still had a good relationship with Gao Qingshan.

However, in the middle of the game, the favorability suddenly dropped to the lowest level, and Gao Qingshan directly entered the boss pool and almost killed him.

And all this is because of an important event in the middle of the game - the explosion of the [Academy] laboratory.

After all, Sean is a modeler, and the plot setting is not his responsibility. Moreover, the emphasis on this matter is mainly focused on the protagonist of the game and the [Academy], and there is not much description of Gao Qingshan.

Therefore, the relationship between Gao Qingshan and the protagonist of the game suddenly deteriorated, and he was a little confused.

Recalling various details, Sean gradually developed a suspicion.

Hiss, it looks like I still have to go to the [Academy]...

After sending Leslie away, Sean told Moza: "Find a group of brothers to go and smash up the crowded office in the black market tonight. If the things are stolen, just pretend to be shovels on your knees."

Moza nodded first, and then asked: "Chao Chong's brain is quite good. After two days of investigation, our identity will be exposed - do we want to fall out with Chao Chong directly then?"

Sean showed a smile: "Of course we have to fall out, but falling out directly is just cleaning the inside. Why don't we let Chao Chou do something for us."

"you mean?"

"Send a good candidate to the gentlemen in the upper city. Moza, you said that in a place like the [college], good teaching and educating people is enough, isn't it?"

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"Is that all you have to say?"

In the huge room, round stepped seats surround a small circle in the center. People wearing [college] uniforms sit high on the chairs, judging the people at the bottom from a high position.

Qiong Ying sat on a huge iron chair, her expression was gloomy, and her fists were clenched tightly.

She nodded with difficulty, her voice filled with fatigue and bitterness: "Yes..."

He was right...

[Academy] completely treats themselves as prisoners when interrogating them, no, even more harshly than prisoners...

What's even more ridiculous is that the pale academic group leader who led this incident is sitting in a high position, righteously asking her to take full responsibility.

The position of prefect was deprived, the qualifications to enter various important places were deprived, and the student status and salary were directly fined for thirty years.

Although she has been living here and has almost no place to spend money, for some reason, she saw something on the faces of several people - you should stay here and devote the rest of your life to the [Academy] to atone for your sins.

The only thing that comforted her was that although the teacher was strict, he still trusted her.

In the high position, the leader revealed an exquisite and flawless face in the darkness.

She is the current dean of [College].

The dean stared at Qiong Ying for a while, and finally glanced around the interrogation room.

"Qiong Ying bears the main responsibility for this incident, but some of her actions were out of necessity. After the punishment, she is still a student of the [college] - now the voting begins, those who agree raise their hands."

She raised her hand first.

After a while, many people also raised their hands.

In the end, with a rate of 54%, Qiong Ying narrowly escaped.

The interrogating crowd dispersed, and the dejected Qiong Ying was called aside by the dean.

The dean couldn't tell her age. She looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties or forties, or a girl in her late teens or early twenties, with a strange sense of harmony.

She has long hair, bangs, hair, clothes, everything is symmetrical.

She hugged Qiong Ying into her arms with some distress, and she said softly: "I've made you feel wronged."

Qiong Ying finally couldn't bear it any longer, and she felt huge grievances welling up in her eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell silently.

The dean sighed: "You should not be responsible for this matter..."

Qiong Ying just sobbed and shook her head.

She is very aware of the various pressures her teachers are under in the [College]. The major academic groups have more and more say. For the stability of the [College] itself, the dean can only find sources everywhere.

Otherwise, how could she, a dean student, help other academic groups with tasks?

Rather than being the dean, he is more like the fragile balancer among the major factions in the [Academy].

The only good thing is that the dean is still the dean after all and will not become a puppet.

Otherwise, Qiong Ying might not be able to leave the interrogation room today.

Touching Qiong Ying's head, the dean said softly: "It just so happens that you have been studying hard these years, and you have been doing various things for the [college] in the past year... Give yourself a holiday and do something you want to do. Things are better.”

Qiong Ying bit her lip and finally nodded gently.

The dean touched her face, and after noticing her braided hair, he smiled and said, "When did you change your hairstyle?"

Qiong Ying's face froze, and she hesitated for a moment before telling the teacher truthfully.

The dean was not angry, she just smiled and said: "That Sean is not at all the same as the rumors, right?"

Qiong Ying's face turned dark and she said bitterly: "He is just a devil who plays with human nature."

The dean sighed softly: "The words he said and the things he did were all to break down your psychological defense... Ha, no wonder Jin Kui lets him do whatever he wants."

Qiong Ying pursed her lips, and she only looked like a little girl when she was around the teacher.

"Because he has no bottom line. Hum, sooner or later, I will come back with revenge."

The dean hugged her again and encouraged: "Well, actually you did a good job this time. You also proved your loyalty to the [college]. Take a rest for a while - by the way, I still like you more." Original hairstyle.”

Qiong Ying nodded without any hesitation: "I'll change it back later."

The teachers and students chatted for a few words, and when they were about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

"Dean, I have something to ask you."

Hearing the voice of the visitor, the dean frowned slightly, while Qiong Ying's face turned pale.

"Professor Lu, it's too late today. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

The person who came was none other than Lu Xin’s father, Lu Youde.

Lu Youde was outside, his voice calm but stubborn: "I have something to ask Qiong Ying, and I would like to ask the dean for it."

Looking at Qiong Ying, whose face had lost all color, the dean sighed with a headache. She lowered her head and whispered a few words, and the latter's face became tense.

"Come in, Professor Lu."