Chapter 81 Part 2

The actual situation was that he was afraid if Third Brother came to teach him, Third Brother would say everything he did was good.

He would never have a chance to recognize his true level.

Seeing that Little Ximu’s idea was firm, Su Jianglou sighed helplessly and compromised. “Alright.”

However, he still didn’t forget to remind him. “But Little Ximu, don’t pick a tutorial class that’s too far from home.”

“Mm, I don’t want to be too far from home either. I remember seeing an ad for a tutorial class near the gatehouse yesterday. It’s on Glorious Avenue next to Wealth Avenue. I’ll head out in a bit to check it out.”

Su Jianglou swallowed a bite of bread and was about to say he’d go with him when he heard Eldest Brother, who had already finished eating, say to him, “Jianglou, come to the study with me. I’ve been too busy lately and need you to handle something.”

Su Jianglou stood up, thinking, why not have Second Brother handle it?

But then he heard Eldest Brother say, “Wuzi, accompany Little Ximu to pick out a tutorial class. That’s your job.”

He had to do hard labor for Eldest Brother, while Second Brother accompanied Little Ximu to look at tutorial classes. Why?!

Su Xuanxiao had already turned and was walking toward the study. As if he knew his younger brother’s dissatisfaction, he sneered coldly, stopped, and turned back to ask, “Why do you think?”

Some things weren’t mentioned now because they had been turned over a new leaf with Little Ximu, and plus a certain weird had made a big contribution, so they were giving that certain weird some face.

But this weird actually thought he was reliable?

Didn’t he know how bad his grade was in yesterday’s emotional control class exam?

Receiving Eldest Brother’s subtext, Su Jianglou’s straight back eventually bent down again.jpg.

He cast a reluctant glance back at Little Ximu, but in the end, he listlessly followed Eldest Brother’s footsteps.

Once in the study with Eldest Brother, he immediately asked, “Big Brother, in your view, what would make me truly reliable? You and Second Brother can’t keep looking at me with old eyes forever, right?”

Su Xuanxiao said lightly, “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Look at this first.” He turned the computer around.

Dozens of seconds later.

Su Ximu, who had just finished the last two bites of his sandwich, lowered his eyes and ate seriously. Suddenly, a muffled thud of a hand slamming on the table came from the study.

Immediately after was Third Brother’s voice. “Bullying weirds too far! What do they mean by this? Our family photo is hanging right there so big, and I take Little Ximu for morning exercise every day, but they pretend not to see!”

“Wait there, I’m going to tear them down right now!”

As soon as the words fell, Su Ximu felt the entire living room suddenly darken by several degrees. He looked up. The light overhead wasn’t broken.

Su Wuzi wiped the bread crumbs stuck to Little Ximu’s mouth with a napkin and explained, “The light isn’t broken. Jianglou left.”

He gestured for the youth to look out the window.

A large swath of black mist had already pressed down from the originally clear sky.

The black mist blocked the sunlight, so of course the light in the house dimmed.

After Su Jianglou left in a heavy black mass, Su Ximu also went out with Su Wuzi.

Glorious Avenue next to Wealth Avenue was a relatively prosperous commercial street with malls, supermarkets, various shops, and several tutorial classes.

Among them, the two largest tutorial classes could no longer be called tutorial classes; tutorial schools was more appropriate.

These two tutorial schools were right next to each other. One was called Parents Worry-Free Tutorial School, and the other was Advance Every Day Tutorial School. Both offered art tutorial classes.

After Su Wuzi and Su Ximu checked out both schools, they decisively chose Advance Every Day.

Because Advance Every Day’s learning atmosphere looked more relaxed.

The teacher in charge of receiving parents introduced the school’s philosophy. “In today’s society, kids have way too much pressure. Advance Every Day’s philosophy is to teach through play, dedicated to helping children accept new knowledge in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Not only should learning advance every day, but emotions and learning enthusiasm should too.”

After finishing, he added, “Of course, if parents feel this learning environment is too lax, we also have classes with a stricter academic style.”

Su Wuzi raised his hand, indicating no need.

Their family’s Little Ximu, if he was going to attend, should go to the most relaxed, most playful tutorial class.

As long as they brought enough money, the enrollment process for the tutorial class went very quickly.

In less than forty minutes, Su Ximu received his class toolkit.

It contained paints, brushes, charcoal pencils, and carving knives of various sizes.

As they left the school gate, they happened to catch the end of classes at the neighboring Parents Worry-Free Tutorial School. Su Ximu immediately spotted Qianqian and Little Ming walking out mixed in with the crowd of kids big and small.

At first glance, it made him frown.

Both children held their hands up with hisses, their palms bright red.

Qianqian’s looked even worse; her hand was swollen almost like a steamed bun.

Little Ming’s hand was also frighteningly red, but it didn’t seem as swollen.

Not just them—glancing at the other kids coming out of the tutorial school, several had injuries.

Some had slap marks on their faces, others had swollen hands.

The worst one made Su Ximu’s heart jolt. A boy who looked fifteen or sixteen had his left hand hanging naturally by his side, blood dripping steadily along the path he walked.

On closer look, his left pinky and ring finger had neat cuts. One hand left with only three fingers.

This scene should have been horrifying, but from the reactions of the surrounding kids, it seemed they were used to it.

Su Ximu thought their reaction was because the boy didn’t feel pain, and the fingers would grow back later. It was just that the wound looked scary now.

After all, it was the Weird World; normal logic didn’t apply.

But the next moment, as this guess formed in his mind, he noticed the boy’s pale face up close and the way his body trembled uncontrollably as he walked forward.

Mixed in with all the elementary and middle school kids from the tutorial class, he hissed in breath very discreetly.

So, it still hurt.

Feeling pain led to frustration, sadness, anger, agony—that was the instinct of most creatures with pain sensation.

Immediately after, a boy who came out a step behind ran up small and hooked his arm around the injured boy’s neck like bros.

He laughed gloatingly. “Haha, serves you right for failing the exam and getting your parents called, huh.”

His voice was loud; Su Ximu, standing not far away, heard it clearly without trying.

The injured boy had his wound bumped carelessly by his friend, his pupils dilating in pain for an instant, but he still acted nonchalant on the surface. “Get lost! You think I’m scared of this? Wait and see—Dad’ll sleep it off at home, and tomorrow it’ll be a good weird again!”

“I’m not bragging, but in our family, last time Mom got sliced in half by her boss, she was back good after resting at home for two days!”

“So don’t think my mom and dad were cursing me out fierce in the teacher’s office earlier—you know now whose side they’re really on, right?”

His friend stuck up a thumbs-up. “Badass, badass, badass.”

Witnessing this scene firsthand, Su Ximu strangely didn’t feel much discomfort.

Maybe it was the foundation from fighting in the Wasteland World as a kid.

But he still felt puzzled.

He had always thought that weirds in this world had dull perception of pain.

Because recalling carefully now, whether it was the stage performances scrounged up by the Tonight’s Big Star program group or that audience member who crazily bit his own arm during the Initial Rating that day, they all acted like they couldn’t feel pain.

On the contrary, getting hurt made them more excited.

He thought it was weirds’ innate gift.

Now it seemed not?

“Most weirds are not immune to pain. Some powerful weirds can be immune to pain, but they don’t want to.”

“They have their own obsessions, or maybe too much resentment. Pain can remind them of things.”

“These powerful weirds’ emotions affect the ordinary weirds living near their territories.”

Ordinary, weak native weirds in the Weird World who hope to attach themselves to powerful weirds—they are reflections and vessels of those powerful weirds’ twisted emotions and obsessions.

They give their believers and followers pain, distortion, greed, demands, arrogance, malice.

They make them take pain as pleasure.

On the way home, Su Ximu heard Second Brother say this.

To put it more thoroughly, like attracts like.

The most typical example was the former Park Chief of Tourist Garden.

Because he saw eating one’s own kind as normal, the other employees in Tourist Garden also had the habit of eating colleagues.

No employee thought it was wrong. Even if a very small portion resisted such dining at first, they couldn’t resist for long.

What the dungeon assimilated wasn’t just players.

That was also why, even though a quick death was worse than clinging to lousy life—those Tourist Garden employees who ate colleagues without blinking—panicked and raged when they saw a colleague lose mobility and get planted back in the soil.

Because deep down, they feared such behavior.

Yet they couldn’t escape the Park Chief’s influence.

Su Ximu digested Second Brother’s explanation. After a short while, he tried to draw an analogy. “So Big Brother is great at work, so the employees at Big Brother’s company also love working?”

Su Wuzi smiled. “Something like that.”

After returning home, Su Ximu set down the bag of drawing paper he was carrying, took some candies from the snack drawer and put them in his pocket, then went out again.

He followed the small path all the way to the leisure area. Sure enough, three kids were playing there.

It was Dudu, and Qianqian and Little Ming who had just gotten back from school.

The redness and swelling on Little Ming’s hand had completely disappeared, but Qianqian’s hand still looked scary.

Seeing him arrive, the three kids all ran over smiling.

Su Ximu squatted down, took Qianqian’s hand and looked at it, then fell silent, not knowing what to say.

This kind of thing seemed very common in this world, but was common right?

Second Brother’s words today had let him touch on part of the truth of this world.

“Does it hurt?”

Hearing ‘Xiao Mu Brother’ ask this, Qianqian’s eyes flashed, feeling like something had surged for an instant.

But she still imitated the other little weirds in this world and shook her head happily. “Doesn’t hurt. Teacher has no strength.”

But Su Ximu, who had already noticed the anomaly, said nothing.

He grabbed a bunch of candies from his pocket and put them in the little girl’s pocket.

From the kids’ reactions last time, they all seemed to like these candies.

After grabbing a handful for Qianqian, he also gave some to Little Ming and Dudu.

Dudu hadn’t been hit today, but with three little friends in front of him, he couldn’t just give to two.

Dudu was so happy she almost screamed. “Xiao Mu Brother, thank you! Candy! So much candy!”

Not exaggerating, even Dai Qian and Wu Ming’s eyes lit up bright as biu.

Putting their hands in their pockets to grab this handful of candy, even the heat in their palms turned into joyful scorching.

Dudu was thrilled on the surface.

Dai Qian screamed inwardly: Aaaah! Once back to The Bureau, how much funding will these candies cover?!

Items voluntarily given by weirds in the dungeon—players could take them out of the dungeon!

Aaaah!!!

After this dungeon, wouldn’t she be rich?

Happiness came too suddenly.

Until the three kids waved goodbye to Xiao Mu Brother, Dai Qian and Wu Ming looked at each other’s backs and, for the first time sincerely, regardless of their real ages, shamelessly called out “Bro.”

After seeing Xiao Mu Brother off, Wu Ming looked at his palm thoughtfully.

The next day, when he went to the tutorial class again, he very skillfully got called to the office by the teacher once more.

Smack! The ruler hit his palm hard.

Wu Ming, who had hated it inwardly yesterday, looked at her disdainfully today. “Harder, Teacher. Did you not eat?”

Next to Wu Ming, Dai Qian stood before another teacher. The teacher counted each strike as he smacked the palms of her hands.

One, two, three……

Dai Qian also counted in her heart: One, two, three……

Yikes! Rich!