Gamers Are Fierce

"Solitude is a celebration for one."

Li Ang's gaze was unfocused, his back against the chair, looking at the wine glass held between his three fingers, and he said casually, "As your taste becomes more niche, it means the things, emotions, and arts you appreciate don't go with the flow. The deeper your understanding of yourself, the fewer people resonate with you, and naturally, the further you distance yourself from the crowd."

"Why do you say that? What are you up to? What's your purpose for saying these things? Who instructed you? What's your motivation? If you can't answer, sorry, I can only give you a fail on this wave."

Wang Congshan, sitting next to him, suddenly attacked, took off the headphones Li Ang was wearing, and put them on herself,

She heard Bach's 'Air on a G String' coming through the headphones, saw the familiar music app on the phone screen, raised an eyebrow, "Starting the gloomy cloud mode in broad daylight, huh."

"You don't understand."

Li Ang shook his head, swirling the wine glass with three fingers, the cola bubbles inside rising up, some sticking to the glass walls, coming and going, "Every teenager full of confidence and insecurity has a dream of becoming a writer.

Whenever I listen to a song, I'll involuntarily imagine the feelings of those who have also heard this song at the time—whether it's sadness, joy, numbness, bitterness, or calm.

I want to use a pen to characterize their lives, to write about their joys and sorrows."

"I call it an innately literary temperament."

"Is this the reason you used essays like 'My District Chief Father', 'My Publicly Listed Company Chairman Uncle', and 'My Newspaper Director Aunt' to deceive middle school students' essay publication fees in Yin City?"

Wang Congshan snorted coldly, mercilessly exposing Li Ang's old secrets.

This is the downside of childhood friends—too familiar. Actually, Li Ang didn't want to do that either, but the article fees in Yin City's middle school essay publications were quite substantial,

How else could one earn money to eat something good and ensure nutrition and fitness?

"How can a cultured person use the word 'deceive'."

Li Ang helplessly pouted, "At least what I wrote is smooth in language, with beautiful expressions, well-structured, and the writing and themes are top choice,

almost selected for Yin City's junior and senior high school Chinese exam reading comprehension articles, getting published in the newspaper was only right.

Not publishing them would be casting pearls before swine, burying my talent.

Besides, how do I recall you used to happily eat the yellow croaker noodles, crab and pork dumplings, and Shengjian bao I treated with the publication fee?"

"I just had it once, okay, and the tea money and taxi fare when shopping were all mine, let's call it even, okay?"

Wang Congshan rolled her eyes, accidentally glimpsing the test paper spread out on Li Ang's desk, her eye twitching.

Just now, the results of the last multi-school mock exam before the final exams came out,

Li Ang scored another nearly perfect high score, surpassing the genius from another high school by one point, ranking first in the city, bringing much pride to the class teacher and grade dean.

When the final exam's outstanding students' bulletin board is made, his photo would be seen again on the blackboard at the school gate (by the way, Li Ang's personal motto as an outstanding student is "As long as we don't stop, the road ahead will continue to extend").

Hmm... according to Wang Congshan's understanding of Li Ang, surely he's been sleeping in class, arriving late, and leaving early too often recently, feeling a bit guilty, he scored well this time to earn some "privileges."

"If you say so, then sure, no arguing."

Li Ang made a surrender gesture with both hands, suddenly attacked, took the test paper from Wang Congshan's desk, blocked the embarrassed Wang Congshan's "scratch, scratch" with one hand,

scanned the subject scores on the test paper, shook his head and sighed, "That's it?

Kiddo, your scores are not great. Senior year is coming soon, the countdown 365 days mobilization meeting is calling you,

how about considering hiring me as a tutor?"

"Get out, can't afford it."

Wang Congshan snatched the test paper, looking grumpy, "It's so annoying."

She put the test paper back into the drawer, arms folded in front, muttering, "Can mock exam scores even count?

Damn it, if it weren't for the recent lack of sleep..."

Li Ang grinned,

The reason Wang Congshan said she couldn't afford him is that recently, his tutoring salary has increased again—due to curriculum reform, now Yin City's middle school students also need to undergo comprehensive adaptive education,

In simple terms, now middle school students also have to learn basic knowledge of disaster prevention, self-rescue, and first aid, knowing what to do when disasters occur.

Besides, schools also encourage students to learn programming, mechanical invention and production, horsemanship, and even driving experiences.

These courses are included in the examination range, calculated as genuine scores.

Originally, from a parent's perspective, this kind of quality education undoubtedly increased the burden on parents, invisibly widening the class gap (where do ordinary families have the energy and money to enroll their kids in horsemanship classes),

but with this educational reform, the attitude is formal and serious, the subsidies are substantial.

Schools, under the supervision and guidance of the Special Affairs Bureau, can provide good quality education environments, without parents worrying too much.

Only a few parents with abundant financial resources would get inexplicably anxious, offering Li Ang higher pay to have him also tutor their children in programming...

Nowadays, the information gap between ordinary people and transcendent beings is increasingly vast,

Transcendents know the fundamental reason why there are turbulent undercurrents in the real world—because the format of the killing game is not very optimistic, or rather very grim,

while ordinary people can only grasp the tiny snippets of information from channels, vaguely sensing things are increasingly off, hearts restless, without knowing the reason.

"Speaking of which, if I were to ignite the divine fire and become an official deity, could I grant divine power to ordinary people and open a [Flesh and Marsh Lord's Magic Training Class]?

Enroll in extra classes, study hard, and you could comprehend divine arts and become a transcendent.

Such a cram school would definitely be explosively popular."

Li Ang gazed at the scenery outside the window, contemplating idly, "Hmm... maybe I don't have to wait until deification, I can start the class right now,

things like Ripple Breathing Method, Alchemy, Psychic Abilities,

With my current level, teaching ordinary people some basic power systems is more than feasible."

Uh, thinking about it now, the Special Affairs Bureau seems to haven't truly pushed for the popularization of transcendent powers,

is it because there isn't a sufficiently suitable power system (must meet conditions like low threshold, high potential, easy propagation, no side effects, mild and controllable, etc.),

or are they worried that transcendent power might quickly flood in a short period, impacting social order?

The latter possibility should be greater at the moment.

But once the doors open, can they still hold firm..."

Li Ang fiddled with the eraser, gazed out the window, lost in thought, unconcerned by the ringing of the bell for class, and the serious-faced homeroom teacher Shi Qingsong striding into the classroom.