HPDBC Chapter 84 Living Alone
Chapter 84 Living Alone
Zhou Wangyue stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Song Chen.
"It's good that you think that way."
"You will encounter many opportunities and challenges at Tianhai University in the future."
"This school has geniuses from all over the country, scions of prominent families, and martial arts prodigies with extraordinary talent. Some of them will admire you, some will be jealous of you, and some will want to challenge you. How do you plan to deal with them?"
Song Chen thought for a moment: "Do what you're supposed to do."
Zhou Wangyue turned around, looked at him, and shook his head with a smile: "Your personality reminds me of someone."
"Who?"
"Myself. Fifty years ago, I also came from a small town, covered in scars, and unable to speak."
"Back then, Tianhai City had just been built, and there was fighting everywhere. Like you, I only knew how to kill alien beasts and didn't care about anything else."
"Later I realized that it's not enough to just know how to kill monsters. You also need to learn how to interact with people, find your place in the crowd, and use your presence to influence others."
"Just like today."
He walked back to Song Chen, looked down at him, and said, "You don't need to become slicker or learn to say nice things, but you need to understand that you're not just a person anymore."
"You are a student of Tianhai University, a first-class combat hero, and a role model in the eyes of more than 3,000 freshmen. Just by standing there, you don't have to do anything, but you are already influencing others. This is a responsibility, heavier than guarding the wall."
Song Chen remained silent for a long time, then nodded: "I've got it."
Zhou Wangyue nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
As they reached the door, Song Chen's voice came from behind them: "Principal."
Zhou Wangyue stopped and looked back at him.
Song Chen hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I have a request."
"explain."
"I don't want to live in the student dormitory. Could you arrange a private room for me? It doesn't need to be big, just quiet."
Zhou Wangyue raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why?"
Song Chen had already prepared his reason: "I've been living in the wilderness for a long time and I've gotten used to the lifestyle there. I can't sleep if there are people around me."
"Moreover, my swordsmanship requires a quiet environment to practice, and the dormitory training ground is too crowded, which is inconvenient."
The reasoning was reasonable. Zhou Wangyue thought about it for a while, seemingly weighing something.
"There is no precedent for freshmen not living in the dormitories."
Song Chen remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
Zhou Wangyue looked at him, then sighed: "But you're not an ordinary freshman either."
He considered it in his mind. There were several small apartments in the east area of the campus for visiting scholars, which were usually empty. It wouldn't be a big deal to allocate one of them.
This child deserves this special treatment for his contributions, so let's give it to him.
"There's a visiting scholar apartment building in the East District that's usually empty. I'll have someone arrange a room for you, with a private bathroom and a small training room. Is that enough?"
"That's enough, thank you, Principal."
Zhou Wangyue nodded and went out the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped again without turning around.
"By the way, the martial arts placement exam is in three days. This is your first formal assessment at Tianhai University, and the whole school will be watching. Prepare well and don't let anyone look down on you."
The door closed.
Song Chen sat alone in the lounge, then he lowered his head and looked at the medal on his chest.
The dark gold patterns shimmered in the sunlight.
The responsibility of role models.
He had never thought of that word.
When he was in Anning City, he only wanted to become a martial artist.
Later, with the system, his goal became simple and direct: kill alien beasts, accumulate kill points, and become stronger.
Later, he went into the wilderness alone, walked three thousand kilometers, and killed for half a month. His goal was still very simple: to reach Tianhai alive.
But it's different now.
He stood before 50,000 people, medals pinned to his chest and a sword slung across his back.
More than three thousand new students looked at him and took him as a role model. Zhou Wangyue looked at him and placed a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
He wasn't used to it, but he knew it was real.
It's time to leave now.
Song Chen turned and walked outside.
As he stepped out of the lounge, a woman in a gray business suit walked towards him.
She was in her early thirties, with short hair, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and carrying a black briefcase and an envelope.
"Song Chen, please wait a moment."
Song Chen stopped and looked at her.
The woman walked up to him and bowed slightly: "I am the principal's assistant, my surname is Fang. The principal asked me to give this to you."
She first handed over the envelope, then placed the black briefcase on the ground, clasped her hands in front of her, and took a half step back.
Song Chen took the envelope. The envelope was plain white, without any patterns or logos, only the words "To Song Chen, my dear friend" written in calligraphy. The characters were vigorous and powerful, and the ink seeped through the paper.
He tore open the seal and pulled out a card.
It's a bank card, gold in color, made of some kind of metal, not plastic, and it feels heavy in your hand.
The card has no bank logo, no card number, only a line of small print: "Exclusive for Honorary Citizens of Tianhai City".
Assistant Fang explained from the side, "This card is a reward for being a Level 1 Combat Hero. It is anonymous, cannot be reported lost, and is valid nationwide."
"There are 300 million Daxia coins in the card. This is a cash reward from Tianhai City to a first-class combat hero. This money is tax-free and does not need to be declared for its purpose. You can use it as you wish."
Three hundred million.
Song Chen looked at the small gold card in his hand and paused for two seconds.
When he was in Anning City, his family's monthly expenses did not exceed two thousand yuan.
Three hundred million is enough for his parents to buy a hundred houses in Anning City, and enough for his former self with a blood energy level of 0.6 to live on for three lifetimes.
He didn't say anything and put the card in his pocket.
Assistant Fang bent down, picked up the black briefcase from the ground, and handed it to him with both hands.
The box is small, about forty centimeters long and thirty centimeters wide, with a black metal shell and fine psionic patterns on the surface. It is a small psionic safe that requires specific energy fluctuations to open.
When Song Chen took the box, he was a little surprised by its weight; it was quite heavy, about fifty pounds.
Assistant Fang adjusted his glasses: "The combination lock on the suitcase has been registered with your blood and qi characteristics. You just need to place your palm on the recognition area, and the suitcase will open automatically."
Song Chen placed his palm on the recognition area of the box lid.
A blue light swept across his palm, and the lid of the box made a slight "click" sound as it slowly popped open.
Three things lay quietly inside the black sponge lining.
At the top is a combat suit. The fabric is of excellent quality; it's not ordinary cotton but a special fabric with faint psionic fluctuations, and it feels smooth and cool to the touch.
Assistant Fang explained from the side: "This is a psionic combat suit specially supplied by Tianhai University. It meets the Class A protection standard, is breathable, bulletproof, corrosion-resistant, and can also resist psionic attacks to a certain extent. In the entire Tianhai University, fewer than ten people can get this suit every year."