Chapter 52 - 44: My Life Is Destined to Be a Supporting Role, but Who Doesn’t Want to Stand in the Light?

Chapter 52: Chapter 44: My Life Is Destined to Be a Supporting Role, but Who Doesn’t Want to Stand in the Light?

"Maybe I’m overthinking it. If Zhao Lu really has something going on, he would definitely tell me on his own..." Bian Shouyi thought.

Thinking of this, Bian Shouyi stopped worrying. He went to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left Luocheng Third High School.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lu at the school gate watched Bian Shouyi’s figure driving away and secretly clenched the fists hidden in his pockets.

"Shouyi, even though my life is destined to be that of a supporting character, who doesn’t wish to stand in the light?" he thought. "I’m not resigned to this. I really am not. Why am I destined to sit in the audience and clap? I want to stand on the stage and perform my own life too.

"Lu Chen of the Human Dao Class, is it...? A person who could even defeat Shouyi should make for some good material. After all, you, Lu Chen, are in the Human Dao Class, and I, Zhao Lu, am also in the Human Dao Class. If I can eat you, doesn’t that mean that I, who am also in the Human Dao Class, can one day defeat Shouyi fair and square on the stage? This... is truly exciting."

Thinking of this, Zhao Lu let out a slightly sickly lick of his chapped lips, then took large strides deep into Third High School.

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"Student. Student, what’s wrong with you? I asked why you want to visit our school, why aren’t you answering me?"

The Third High School security guard looked at the handsome teenager wearing a First High School uniform with considerable dissatisfaction and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Lu Chen immediately withdrew his gaze from a certain student inside Third High School. He said apologetically, "Sorry about that. I thought I saw my old junior high classmate just now, so I spaced out for a moment."

"Even so, you can’t just ignore people. At the end of the day, you’re not a student of our school. I can’t just let you in casually."

"I see. Then please wait a moment. Let me ask my homeroom teacher at First High School and see if he can speak with you. How does that sound?"

Seeing Lu Chen’s good attitude, the security guard played along, "If the teachers from both sides communicate, then I suppose I can let you in."

"Alright, just give me a minute. I’ll call my homeroom teacher right now."

"Go ahead."

Lu Chen walked to the side of the school gate, took out his phone, and called Old Chen. During this process, he looked doubtfully at the figure disappearing into the teaching building inside Third High School.

That figure was none other than Zhao Lu, who had just brushed past him.

Lu Chen recalled the strange aura he had just felt from Zhao Lu, his heart full of doubts. He wondered, "Why could I hear two heartbeats... coming from a single person?"

Moreover, when he used the Cyan Lotus Pupil to look at that person, the aura on his body was equally bizarre. It was so bizarre that a person’s Spiritual Power actually showed distinct signs of being divided. It was as if a portion of the Spiritual Power in his body didn’t belong to him at all.

Bizarre. It was truly too bizarre.

But before Lu Chen could think more on it, the call to Chen Fugui connected.

"Hello? Lu, why are you calling me all of a sudden? Don’t tell me you want to ask for another leave. You’ve already taken more than a week off. I am absolutely not approving any more leave.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, you brat. You definitely want to see if you can take time off to keep playing games. Let me tell you, no way! You hear me?

"The college entrance examination is just around the corner. Even if your Comprehension is astonishing, don’t even think about skipping classes to play your damn games. Focus on your Cultivation!"

Hearing the scolding pouring out from the other end of the line, Lu Chen subconsciously moved his phone a little further away. Only after Old Chen finished did Lu Chen bring the phone back to his ear, saying helplessly, "Old Chen, I already told you that my leave last time was really an accident. It wasn’t to play games.

"Furthermore, I’m not calling to ask for time off today. I want you to help me speak to the teachers at Third High School. I want to go in and see a few old classmates."

"See a few old classmates at Third High School? Fine, fine. I’ll let Third High School know right now.

"But listen well. After you finish seeing your old classmates, come back and focus on your Cultivation.

"Also, I specially bought a batch of Cultivation resources for you. Remember to come find me when you get back, hear me?"

"I hear you, I hear you."

After hanging up, Lu Chen couldn’t help but sigh.

Although playing the role of an internet-addicted teenager was a persona he had decided on long ago, acting it out *too* well was bound to bring some trouble. Case in point, Old Chen had developed a deep misunderstanding of him because of this Fake and Real persona. He actually thought Lu Chen wanted to ask for leave to play games again.

Did Old Chen really think he, Lu Chen, was the type of person who only thought about skipping school to game all day?

Lu Chen pondered this. "If I really could just stay on leave and stay home playing True Cultivation all the time, it seems... it would be pretty great!

"Alright, Old Chen, your judge of character is actually quite accurate. You guessed right.

"Should I try to figure out a way to take more days off in the future?

"Forget it. If I actually do that, Old Chen might just show up at my door to arrest me. It’s better to maintain the status quo."

"Alright, student. Our teachers here have been informed of your situation. You can go in."

"Thanks, sir. Sorry for the trouble."

"You’re welcome."

Lu Chen walked through the gates of Third High School and looked up at the unfamiliar campus.

"I hope I haven’t guessed the Dungeon’s activation method incorrectly," he thought. "Otherwise, this will be a wasted trip."

With this thought in mind, Lu Chen walked straight into the depths of Third High School. His target... was pointed straight toward the Cultivation Chamber of Third High School.

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PS: Sorry, Pang Hu has a bit of a dizzy head after catching a cold today, so today’s update is a little late. This Chapter is 4,000 words, two Chapters combined into one.

As usual, asking for continued reading, monthly tickets, and bookmarks!