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Chapter 46: Heart to Heart
It must be said, the Principal’s efficiency was impressive.
Within just a week, the new school uniforms had already arrived at the school in batches.
The uniforms were... quite plain.
They resembled pure white tracksuits, devoid of any fanciness, straightforward at a glance.
The only oddity was the numerous transparent pockets sewn into the uniforms, each equipped with a zipper.
Just as they were puzzled about the purpose of these pockets...
A billboard was handed down.
"Communication Group! Connecting Hearts!"
The billboard featured only a logo and a phrase.
When they realized that the billboard fit perfectly into the transparent pockets, it was as if a light bulb went off.
Damn!
Streams of tangible grey mist began to spread from their heads, covering the sky above the campus. Eventually, thirty percent dissipated into thin air, while the remaining seventy percent entered the Scroll of Yu Sheng.
Within the Scroll, the base of the Loong Pattern Staff became increasingly solidified.
One of the indentations faintly began to glow.
It was as if a dim seed was stubbornly growing.
This sudden change left Yu Sheng somewhat stunned, lost in thought.
So... this is another way to play the game.
It seemed that at that moment, his mind unlocked many new strategies.
Meanwhile, the students’ spirits were initially crumbling, uncertain what to make of their uniforms.
That was until the school issued a series of policies...
Based on different exam rankings, varying levels of cash rewards were to be given.
The enticing figures were inspiring.
In no time, all resentment was swept away, replaced by high morale, as everyone aimed to achieve a high ranking in the exams.
Watching that poor resentment, Yu Sheng’s face was filled with a wistful expression.
Over the following days, whenever they saw the Principal, their gazes were quite peculiar.
Even the Principal began to wonder if something was amiss with him.
But... no.
Things were progressing smoothly, this novel advertising method was proving to be incredibly attractive, and more and more companies were ready to invest a bit of money to see how it goes.
Perhaps one day, the school uniforms he had designed would be densely covered with names.
He had even learned to think one step ahead, deliberately leaving a prominent space ready for bidding!
When the time came, that advertisement would be both large and eye-catching.
...
"An-Jie, has the Dark Pavilion really had no work lately?"
"I've lost weight."
A team member, holding a flyer and dressed in a bear coat, walked over, discouraged, and took off the head covering—his forehead was covered in sweat.
An Xin blinked her large eyes: "Don't you still have twenty thousand in savings?"
"I bought a demon crystal yesterday..." the team member said guiltily.
An Xin smiled slyly at him: "Eighteen thousand, I'll take it. You use the money for food, and I'll use the demon crystal for training~"
...
The team member decisively put the bear head back on: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Skipping a few meals won't kill me, but asking me not to train..."
"It's worse than death!"
"And why do we have to dress like this, but you don't?"
The team member, staring at An Xin who was dressed in a Lolita costume and sporting twin ponytails, was on the verge of a breakdown.
An Xin's smile remained unchanged as she took off her hair ties, shook her head, and let her hair fall loosely, fluttering in the wind, capturing everyone's attention.
Young people already aware of her began to approach An Xin voluntarily to get flyers, and shyly asked for her contact information.
She declined everyone, but within minutes, her stack of flyers was gone.
"Trust me, if you didn't cover your heads, you wouldn't be able to get rid of all the flyers."
An Xin walked lightly, pulling out a new stack of flyers from her pocket and distributing them on the streets.
The scene was bustling.
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It was hard to imagine how in just a few minutes, the team member's spirit was repeatedly crushed.
With a lack of energy, holding flyers, and wearing the heavy bear coat, he continued his work.
In a daze, he seemed to see An Xin in the distance suddenly pick up a phone, and then...
An Xin decisively gathered up the flyers.
Taking the hair ties, she tied her hair back into twin ponytails and blew a whistle.
The sound was loud and clear.
On the street, the four advertising bears suddenly froze in place.
But soon they resumed their natural demeanor, distributing flyers as they walked towards a corner, quickly dispersing and vanishing from the street.
"Is there a mission?"
A group gathered in the corner.
Luo Yun squatted on the ground, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking expectantly at An Xin, asking.
"Led by the Pavilion Master of Mo Pavilion."
"Dark Pavilion, Demon Exorcism Pavilion, Security Bureau, each sending one squad to assist."
"The bounty... two hundred thousand!"
An Xin leaned against the wall, a lollipop in her mouth, hands in her pockets, eyes squinting.
"Two hundred thousand!"
"Holy shit, we're gonna be rich!"
"If we divide it, each of us could get forty thousand!" one of the team members said excitedly. Forty thousand—that's a lot of flyer distribution.
An Xin glanced at him: "Cut it out, you look clueless."
"Each... forty thousand."
...
The air thickened.
In this secluded corner, everyone's breathing became heavier.
Luo Yun took a deep drag on his cigarette, not joyful but frowning: "Such a big deal, it won't be easy."
"Yeah, the folks at Mo Pavilion said the death rate is high."
"If we don't take it, it goes to the second squad."
An Xin licked her lollipop, casually saying, "It's normal to earn money with your life."
"If you die, the compensation is five hundred thousand."
After a thought, An Xin added another line.
"Let's do it!"
"Hell yeah, we have to!"
"Even if we die, it's worth it."
The team members, initially slightly hesitant, decisively nodded their heads.
In this world, that's how it is.
With awakeners everywhere, if you want to make a name for yourself, you either show your unparalleled talent or... strap your head to your belt.
"When do we start?"
Luo Yun crushed the cigarette butt with his hand, asking.
An Xin thought for a moment: "It should be in about a week. We need to confirm the participants first, and we'll discuss the specifics at the meeting."
"These important tasks are always highly confidential."
"Nobody knows exactly what to do until the last minute."
"I suggest everyone take a few days off and maybe write a will while you're at it."
"Oh, and remember to tell your families that the families of martyrs get an additional subsidy. Don't forget that."
An Xin kindly reminded everyone.
The group fell silent.
One by one, they dispersed, saying little, as if they had long grown accustomed to such conversations.
"Are you sure you want to take on this mission?"
"This is our duty, but you're still a student, just here for training."
"You have a brighter future ahead of you."
After everyone had left, Luo Yun looked at An Xin, his expression growing increasingly serious.