The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 139

Chapter 139

"Host, the new department head's information hasn't been registered in the school system yet; they must have used a different procedure, so I can't access it right now," 098 paused before continuing, "This is unusual. I've checked, and in the more than a thousand years since the Imperial Academy was founded, every student and teacher's details have been meticulously recorded in the school system."

"Maybe they just haven't had the chance to log it yet," Ling Chunann suggested, "We'll find out once the term starts."

Faced with the inability to find useful information, 098 seemed somewhat disheartened, "You're right, Host."

The mecha engineering department's registration was set up in the lobby on the first floor of the third teaching building.

The Imperial Academy offers thirty-six majors, enrolling five thousand new students each year, of which at least one thousand apply for the mecha engineering department. However, ultimately, no more than five hundred are admitted, and today was the last chance for major adjustments.

By this time, many had arrived for registration, and the area outside the registration point was bustling with people.

Ling Chunann and Karalana queued at the end of the line, which had quickly filled up with newcomers shortly after they moved forward a bit.

"There sure are a lot of people," remarked a chubby boy standing behind Ling Chunann, wiping his sweat and patting Ling Chunann on the shoulder, "Hey, buddy, how long have you been here?"

"Host, this is the fourth male side character, a non-target for strategies. He's a beta from the mecha family of Beiqi, known to be Xin Lin's right-hand man in the original text," 098 promptly provided the character's background.

Ling Chunann glanced at the sweaty, cheerful chubby boy, "Just arrived, not even five minutes."

"Oh," the chubby boy sighed in relief, continuing to fan himself, and after a while, he asked again, "What was your preliminary test score?"

Before Ling Chunann could answer, the boy continued with a frown, "I think I might be transferred to another major. My physical grade is only a B. If I can't stay in the mecha major, my grandfather will definitely force me into mecha design. Ah, why is my luck so terrible?"

Ling Chunann: "..."

"Ah, right, my name is Mari Beiqi, twenty-three years old this year. I'm just in time for my last chance to get an admission notice, or I would have ended up at some no-name college."

"Hey, how can you hit on someone so tactlessly? You've been talking about yourself this whole time," Karalana couldn't bear listening anymore, "And with your physique, I doubt you could even fit into a mecha cockpit."

"What did you say?" Mari, infuriated, was ready to throw punches.

"What's wrong with what I said?" Karalana wasn't one to back down easily.

"Quiet down, the teacher is looking this way," Ling Chunann placed his hand on Karalana's shoulder.

Karalana instinctively slapped Ling Chunann's hand away, leaving a red mark. He glanced at Ling Chunann's hand and then at Mari, huffing reluctantly and stepping back.

"Hmph!" Mari made a face behind Ling Chunann's back at Karalana.

"You!" Karalana was fuming.

...Two immature kids.

Originally, these two were portrayed as one being proud and the other lively and cheerful. How did it turn out like this?

098 was puzzled but was more concerned about its host's hand, which was red from the slap, "Host, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Ling Chunann tucked his hand into his pocket.

Seeing Ling Chunann not playing the victim, 098 felt even more sympathetic and went to the system store to buy a bunch of healing potions, generously stating, "Host, if you get hurt, just come to me for healing potions!"

"098, you're the best," Ling Chunann was moved.

"Host, you don't need to be so formal with me," 098 felt a bit embarrassed.

It took a while for 098 to realize something was off, but it couldn't pinpoint what it was and eventually let it go.

The line for registration moved slowly. As they chatted sporadically, by the time they reached the front, Ling Chunann had nearly figured out the chatty fourth male side character, while Karalana remained unusually silent.

Taking advantage of a rare quiet moment from Mari, 098 interjected, "Host, don't you find the first male side character a bit odd?" Normally, Karalana would find ways to mock Ling Chunann's conversations, but today he was exceptionally quiet.

"He might have realized he hurt me and felt guilty," Ling Chunann proposed.

That could be the case. 098 was about to agree when it suddenly paused, realizing its folly. The Host undoubtedly possesses healing abilities and, with at least an SS-grade physique, couldn't possibly be hurt by a slap. Realizing its impulsive purchase of healing potions and the dwindling energy points, coupled with Ling Chunann's natural thanks, 098 felt like crying, seemingly fooled by the host again.

Karalana then turned around, glanced at Ling Chunann's hand, quickly muttered an apology, and turned his head back.

"It's fine, it's already healed," Ling Chunann whispered in Karalana's ear with a light laugh.

In the next instant, 098 noticed Karalana's ears turning red.

"First male side character's favorability +10%, current favorability at 80%."

...The Host cheated.

The registration officer, a rugged-looking alpha, handed Karalana's admission notice back, "Go to the back for level testing, and after determining your major, then pay the tuition fee." Then, without looking up, he called, "Next."

Ling Chunann handed over his admission notice, and the officer took it, "Yu Yichen, mecha engineering, alpha. Wait, Yu Yichen?" He suddenly looked up, stood, and scrutinized Ling Chunann, then said, "Hey! Kid, come with me."

"Host, this man is the vice-principal of the Imperial Academy," 098 informed, "He wasn't supposed to appear here in the original plot."

A substitute teacher quickly arrived, and Ling Chunann, seeing Mari's anxious gaze, gestured reassuringly before leaving with the vice-principal under everyone's watchful eyes.

"My name is Lucas, currently the vice-principal of this school. I might teach you practical mecha engineering in the future. Yichen, I have a question for you. Which planet are you from? Heh, it's not that I'm uninformed, but it's rare to see someone with pure black hair and eyes like yours. I've lived over three hundred years, and besides the royal family, this is the first time I've encountered such pure black hair," his voice dropped, "No wonder that person is so interested in this kid. Could he be his illegitimate child? No, that's not right. That person met with an accident thirty years ago and only recently woke up. This kid is only twenty; even if a beta had him, it wouldn't take ten years. Something's not right."

"What did you say?" Ling Chunann pretended not to hear the vice-principal's muttering.

"Ah? Ah!" The vice-principal snapped back to reality, "Oh, nothing, we're almost there."

"Aren't we going for level testing?" Ling Chunann looked around.

"Yes, that's right, to test your level. Because you stood out in the preliminary test, I will personally conduct your test," Lucas said, somewhat sheepishly.

Lucas opened the door to an empty testing room, "Come in." Inside was a laboratory with countless numbers flickering on the data wall. In the center was an oval, metallic golden egg, its door currently open.

"This is the latest testing device developed by our academy's research department over a hundred years, capable of testing up to SSS+ in mental and physical levels. It's the most advanced device in the Empire," Lucas said proudly, "Kid, you're the first non-research member to use it. But don't worry, though it's its first use, it's absolutely safe and won't malfunction. We've tested it countless times."

"I'm honored," Ling Chunann nodded.

"Alright, go in, it'll just take two minutes."

"Host, the test poses no danger," 098 informed, "But he lied. This device only needs ten seconds to produce accurate data."

"No worries, maybe he has a surprise for me," Ling Chunann said, stepping into the testing device.

Two progress bars, one blue for mental power and one gold for physical level, moved up as specific information was displayed on the screen.

From the moment Ling Chunann entered, Lucas watched the progress bars intently. In just a few seconds, they soared upwards rapidly, showing no sign of stopping as they neared the top, while the screen's data flashed by too fast to follow.

Eventually, both progress bars reached their peak, and the screen flickered before going dark.

Watching his guaranteed-to-be-problem-free testing device malfunction, Lucas was speechless.

"Hahaha."

Laughter came from behind Lucas, who turned to see a tall alpha youth, smiling wryly, "Prince, please don't mock me. I've lost all face here."

"Lucas, you're being too modest," the tall alpha youth replied, "Go on with your tasks. I'd like to have a word with him alone."

"Alright," Lucas agreed, hurrying to inform the research team to check the machine for faults.

"Host, you broke their machine," 098 remarked.

"I'm not responsible. The vice-principal said it wouldn't have any problems," Ling Chunann shrugged.

Just then, the testing device's door opened, and Ling Chunann stepped out, immediately meeting a pair of eyes filled with amusement. The man extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Noel Irenks, male alpha, 59 years old, single, no romantic history, currently appointed as the head of the mecha engineering department at the Imperial Academy."

098: "Indeed a surprise."

Ling Chunann: "Sounds like a familiar line."

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