30. How to Make Money

After the black-clad figures appeared, everyone's attention was focused on them.

It wasn't just Qing Chen's eleventh-grade class three, but even people in the teaching building across the way had noticed the commotion, with students one by one clinging to the windows and looking over here.

In fact, it's no wonder the students were surprised.

When Qing Chen first encountered them, the oppressive feeling they gave him was still fresh in his memory.

This unique and sharp temperament stood out exceptionally in the school.

Qing Chen had always kept himself hidden by Nan Gengchen's side, but he worried too much. They didn't even glance in the direction of his classroom.

By now, Qing Chen had a rough guess: an organization that could cooperate with the head of the school's academic affairs office must have an official background, which put one somewhat at ease.

However, after the black-clad figures took Liu Dezhu away, they returned him just before the end of the first period.

As soon as the class was dismissed, students from surrounding classes all rushed over, crowding around Liu Dezhu and asking, "Who were those black-clothed people?"

Liu Dezhu was also stunned, "I don't know who they are either. The academic affairs director Shi Qingyan just told me to cooperate with them."

"What did they want with you?" the students asked.

"First, they made me register my home address and contact information, as well as the phone number of an emergency contact," Liu Dezhu recalled, "Then they told me I couldn't leave Los Angeles City now, and later they might have to give us transmigrators some sort of special training. They're still preparing and aren't sure when they'll be ready."

"Are there many transmigrators in Los Angeles City?" the classmates asked.

"Seems like there are quite a lot," Liu Dezhu said.

"Did they ask you anything else?"

"Oh, right," Liu Dezhu suddenly seemed to remember something, "They had a few photos from crossroad surveillance cameras, asking me if I had seen someone. The person in the photos didn't seem old, and since the photos were taken at night they're a bit blurry. The person was wearing a gray hoodie and a cap, so their face wasn't clear."

While the other students were still listening eagerly, Qing Chen suddenly furrowed his brows.

Because the person Liu Dezhu described was none other than himself, right?

"Why are they looking for him?" the classmate asked.

"The black-clad figures said he might also be a transmigrator who had appeared at the doorstep of another transmigrator," Liu Dezhu said, "They were quite forthright, only saying that this transmigrator was somewhat special, with strong evasion capabilities, not something an ordinary student like me would match. They said that if anyone saw someone resembling the photos, they should call the black-clad figures first, and not to approach casually on their own."

Qing Chen fell silent; he hadn't expected to leave such a strong impression on the black-clad figures, perhaps they had checked the surveillance afterward and confirmed his evasive action.

However, why would they ask Liu Dezhu?

Before he had time to think it through, a classmate asked, "So why did they ask you about this?"

"Oh, they said that based on the surveillance footage, the person's area of activity should be within these three kilometers, but since our residential area is old, the roads are also narrow and old, a lot of places don't have working cameras or the cameras are broken, so the trail went cold," Liu Dezhu explained.

Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his mind, the loss of the trail was not a coincidence, but because he had purposefully changed into a jacket he hadn't worn for two years and avoided surveillance cameras.

It seemed that his effort to always be prepared had not been in vain.

Liu Dezhu continued, "They didn't just ask me, they also questioned some of the teachers in the school. They suspect that if the transmigrator is still a student, it's very likely they're in our school. Yet the teachers didn't recognize anyone either."

Because a transmigrator had appeared, stories were buzzing through the Los Angeles Foreign Language School.

During the breaks between classes, there were always groups of students "casually passing by" Liu Dezhu's classroom door.

Among them, there were quite a few attractive girls whispering outside the classroom, greatly satisfying Liu Dezhu's ego.

Nan Gengchen sat inside the classroom, watching enviously outside the window: "One becomes a big Boss after crossing over, even talking to the Boss, maybe becoming superhuman one day. Why is there such a big difference between people?"

Qing Chen glanced at him, "Envious?"

"Aren't you envious?" Nan Gengchen muttered, "You were talking about making a lot of money and treating me to a meal, but now it looks like that's not possible either."

"Then just focus on your studies. There are so many ordinary people living good lives, and it's not necessary to become a transmigrator," Qing Chen said.

Nan Gengchen hesitated, wanting to say more.

He didn't want others to discover that he was a transmigrator and put himself in danger, but as a teenager, he also wanted others to admire him.

So, he kept hopping back and forth between the identities of a transmigrator and an ordinary person, like burying his head in the sand.

When it was almost evening, the class committee member came looking for Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen: "Qing Chen, you two are the only ones who haven't paid the book fees."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "My parents aren't home, so I want to pay it a few days later."

The committee member nodded and turned to Nan Gengchen, "What about your book fee, Nan Gengchen?"

Nan Gengchen said sheepishly, "I'll also pay it later... in a couple of days."

The committee member didn't say anything else and left.

In fact, everyone in class knew that the family conditions of Nan Gengchen and Qing Chen were not very good, but no one thought too much of it.

They didn't invite them to class gatherings, knowing that they were short on cash and wouldn't attend, not out of contempt.

The proportion of students who were snobbish during high school was indeed quite small.

Moreover, Qing Chen was a top student; top students in high school already carried an invincible aura around them.

Many people might think high school students are always thinking: this classmate is so rich, I want to hang out with him, that classmate is so poor, I don't want to hang out with him.

But the truth is, the thoughts of high school students are not that complex. Everyone is concerned about the same things: Who the hell invented functions? Huh? Let me see who got only 15 points on the multiple-choice test, dammit, it's me!

At this moment, Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen, "Why didn't you bring the book fee either?"

"My mom was so mad at my dad that she went to stay at my grandma's place, and I have to ask my dad for the money," Nan Gengchen grumbled.

"Didn't your dad give it to you?" Qing Chen asked.

"No."

"What did he say?"

Nan Gengchen replied, "He told me to return the books to the school..."

Qing Chen: "???"

All of a sudden, a book fee became an insurmountable problem for two struggling transmigrator boys.

It also reminded Qing Chen that it was time for him to start making money.

He could continue to fleece those old men at Chinese chess, but the problem was that it wasn't enough; moreover, everyone had gotten wise and wouldn't play him anymore.

Therefore, he had to figure out how to make money from the Inner World.

It made no sense to live near a mountain of treasure and come back empty-handed time after time.

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