My Ability Pool is Superior

After Pu Xueli finished speaking, he picked up the teacup, blew on it, then slightly lowered his head to savor it carefully. Ripples emerged in circles on the tea water at his lips, giving an overall impression of deliberate steadiness.

He proposed this idea not on a whim.

There has always been a tradition of mutual comparison between campuses. The so-called education communication is actually just showing off the quality of one’s own students.

In that kind of setting, the more intense the competition, the easier it is to enhance the sense of belonging to one’s own campus.

It could only be said that Pu Xueli had truly gone to great lengths to bind Lu Bai to Zu Dian Campus.

However,

Lu Bai calculated the days and shook his head. “Let other faculty members lead the team. I need to prepare for my fourth-round deathmatch duel.”

“Pfft!!!”

Hearing this response, Pu Xueli nearly choked on the tea water.

This principal stared with wide eyes, seriously suspecting he had misheard: “What did you say?!”

“The fourth-round deathmatch duel, what’s wrong?”

Lu Bai responded matter-of-factly.

Pu Xueli set down the teacup and suddenly felt a bit of toothache: “No, why are you…”

So eager to go to the deathmatch arena and be the prey?

It must be known that after formally becoming a death fighter.

Although one could have an opportunity each month for a deathmatch duel like the first three rounds, that was not a hard requirement.

One only needed to participate in one deathmatch duel within a year.

Normally, almost no one would choose such a high-intensity frequency of once a month.

The vast majority of death fighters participated in one deathmatch duel per year, both to have sufficient preparation time and to ensure they could live a bit longer.

After all, starting from the fourth round, deathmatch duels were truly life-risking. Unless one was tired of living, not many people participated in two or more deathmatch duels within a year.

This could be seen from that ranking list of cumulative rounds; the current first-ranked one had only just over fifty rounds.

“Why don’t you think it over some more?”

Pu Xueli hesitated for a moment but still planned to persuade him again: “With your outstanding performance in the first three rounds, as long as you develop steadily afterward, this position under my butt will eventually be yours. Why be in such a hurry?”

Lu Bai couldn’t explain his special situation.

Even though this principal was a good person, it was impossible to tell him.

After all, something like having a superior ability pool was no small matter no matter how one thought about it.

The fewer people who knew, the better.

He rubbed his chin and gave a perfunctory answer: “I’m full of confidence.”

Pu Xueli tried to persuade Lu Bai for a while longer afterward, but unfortunately, Lu Bai’s attitude was firm and no amount of persuasion worked.

Helplessly, this old principal could only give up.

Life was his own; if he didn’t take it seriously, no amount of concern from others would help.

Fortunately, with the outstanding performance from the first three rounds as a foundation, Pu Xueli didn’t think Lu Bai rushing to participate in a deathmatch duel would necessarily lead to trouble.

To give Lu Bai as much preparation time as possible, Pu Xueli gave him time off and instructed him to speak up if he needed anything.

……

The spacious fighting arena.

The scrawny old man held the protective gear in his arms, watching Lu Bai, who was removing his protective gear, with an expression of uncertainty.

“Are you crazy, kid?”

“What?”

After moving around a bit, Lu Bai took off his helmet. He was already drenched in sweat, his hair stuck together in clumps by the sweat.

“I heard you’re participating in the fourth-round deathmatch duel tomorrow?”

“Whoa, your news travels fast.”

Lu Bai reached up to slick his hair back, but without any hair gel, the hair he pushed back quickly sprang forward again: “No need to persuade me; I have my own reasons.”

He didn’t elaborate and changed the subject: “But what’s your relationship with Principal Pu exactly? Why does he tell you everything?”

“The ordinary relationship between a principal and faculty member.”

“If you don’t want to say, forget it.”

Lu Bai handed all the removed protective gear to the scrawny old man, said goodbye, and turned to leave the fighting arena.

Speaking of which, even with the addition of a deputy group leader position, he felt his faculty life was no different from when he was a student.

It was the same as before.

After leaving the fighting arena, the all-department sky canopy overhead had already turned to a twilight scene.

A phone ringtone suddenly rang out from his body.

Lu Bai took out his mobile phone and saw it was an unknown caller; he hung up without hesitation.

Incidentally, during this period, he had received multiple such unknown calls.

The content of the calls was basically recruitment of him or invitations to eat a meal somewhere and make friends.

He didn’t know where these major factions got his mobile phone number from.

Lu Bai had no interest in such networking.

At first, he would pick up out of politeness, but later, for every unknown call, it was straight to the blacklist +1.

After hanging up, he paid it no mind and continued walking home.

But after a moment, his mobile phone suddenly rang again.

This time it wasn’t a call, but a text message.

[Tomorrow night at eight, Truth or Dare gathering.]

Lu Bai glanced at it, his brows slightly raised.

Truth or Dare wasn’t a game, but the name of that nightclub.

So who sent this text message was obvious.

He put the mobile phone back in his pocket and couldn’t help but sigh.

“After waiting so long, don’t disappoint me.”

……

After washing up at the bathhouse downstairs, Lu Bai returned home.

The meal was already prepared and set on the dining table.

The little kid sat on the stool playing on his mobile phone while waiting for Lu Bai to return.

Lu Ziyi saw Lu Bai and wiped her hands on her apron.

“You’ve worked hard. Eat first.”

“You guys don’t actually need to wait for me. If you’re hungry, eat first.”

Lu Bai sat down at the dining table and picked up the chopsticks.

Hearing this, Lu Ziyi showed no reaction; she still stubbornly believed that family should eat together.

The three siblings gathered together, chopsticks passing back and forth.

After tasting the dishes, the little girl said in a negotiating tone: “Qingyan has reached school age.”

The sudden suggestion startled Lu Qingyan so much that the meal in his mouth didn’t taste good anymore.

Lu Bai: “Good thing.”

“Because we don’t lack money at home anymore. I was thinking maybe send Qingyan to a better school?”

“Whatever works.”

……

They settled the matter in just a few words, without consulting the little kid’s opinion throughout.

It was just that during the discussion, a trace of resentment occasionally flashed in Lu Ziyi’s eyes.

She really wanted to say one sentence: Bro, you weren’t like this before; you used to dote on me a lot.

After all, even if she acted distant before, the original person’s temperament wouldn’t have been as indifferent as Lu Bai now.

In the end, she was just a little girl in her teens.

She wanted to ask why but felt she couldn’t lose face.

Of course Lu Bai noticed, and he could probably guess the reason.

But this really couldn’t be explained, so he simply pretended not to see.

Instead, he said: “I’ll be back late tomorrow; no need to wait for me.”

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