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Leaving aside the rest, her upper body is full and rounded, which is the type that Gawain likes.

"What do you want with Gao Wen?"

"A while ago, there was a major accident in the History Department, and many junior students unfortunately lost their lives. The dean said that this matter could be reported, and that Gao Wen was the only survivor. I went to the teaching building to find him, but he had asked for leave." The red-haired female student sighed, not wanting to make a wasted trip, so she came to the dormitory to check on things.

"Major accident..."

Gao Wen was taken aback upon hearing this. If he was right, it could only be Vanvich's Chaos Sacrifice Ritual.

What does the school mean? Is this something that can be reported?

On second thought, it must be that Fan Sen hired someone to do something in the library, which completely angered the school's higher-ups. Originally, the plan was to handle it internally, but it dragged on and then disappeared. Now, everything can be said.

Hopefully, Fan Sen will hide himself well and not get caught before him.

"Hey, do you know about any major events that have happened in the history department?"

"know."

Gao Wen nodded: "Also, senior asked me who Gao Wen is, so you've come to the right person."

"How to say?"

"I am Gawain."

What a coincidence!

The red-haired senior was quite pleased to find that the person she randomly grabbed was the one she was looking at. She took out paper and pen from her pocket and asked Gawain to write three thousand words first.

"No rush. I don't know what the school is saying, what I can say and what I can't say." Gao Wen shook his head repeatedly. If possible, he wanted to develop for a while longer.

"Gao Wen, there's nothing you can't say. Justice and righteousness will be on your side! We, the Journalism Society, use words as armor and the school newspaper as a sharp blade to call on all students to help you break through the darkness, cut through the thorns, and deliver a fatal blow to those injustices who tremble in the shadows!"

The red-haired senior shouted the slogans loudly, but seeing that Gao Wen didn't react, she pouted and said reluctantly, "You can say it more subtly, I'll pay more."

In an instant, Gao Wen felt that the woman in front of him was not a tall, long-legged, big-breasted, red-haired senior, but his long-lost confidante. He wished he could sleep side by side with her tonight and chat with her all night long.

"If that's how it is, then I have no problem with it. We're classmates, so I won't ask for too much, just 10,000 yuan."

"Ten thousand yuan is enough to hire even me, let alone the principal."

The red-haired senior was quite dissatisfied and bargained, saying, "Give me some face, one hundred yuan."

Hilarious! Do you really think having red hair will make people give you face everywhere? Did you eat the Face Fruit?

"Minimum five thousand, otherwise forget it."

The red-haired senior was clearly not in a good mood. Her eyes flashed with a fierce light as she said menacingly, "Fine, you want to bargain with me? Believe me or not, I'll make you join the journalism club right now, and you'll be risking your life for the club, and you won't even earn a hundred dollars."

Holy crap, what a great thing!

"You are despicable!"

"Hehe, scared now, aren't you!"

"Wait a minute, who are you? You think I can just join the news agency like that? Do you have that authority?" Gao Wen seemed to realize something and politely took two steps back.

No, that can't be. It's not that long. No, it's not that round either. In short, there's no such thing as a "muscle Barbie".

"My name is Hervy, and I'm the head of the news agency. Do you think I have that authority?"

Herwi knew her reputation as the number one warrior was well-known. Now that her identity had been exposed, she stopped pretending to be an innocent senior. She grabbed Gao Wen's shoulder and said, "It's too late to run now, Gao Wen. Come back to the journalism club with me! From today onwards, you're mine!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"You're still struggling? Hahaha, I'd like to see who dares to come to your rescue today!"

At the dormitory entrance, a few students watched curiously.

Student A: That looks like Gao Wen. He's calling for help. Should we go and save him?

Student B: Don't be silly, he's clearly enjoying himself. If you go to save him now, you'll definitely get a mixed doubles beating from both men and women.

Student C: We're all freshmen, how come he's playing so fancy games?

Student D: It's alright. It's much more interesting to watch my second sister-in-law secretly watching my eldest sister-in-law put a collar on my stepmother.

……

The scene shifts to the news agency.

Herwi dragged Gawain into the president's private office and pressed him into a chair.

Gawain offered no resistance whatsoever, not because he didn't want to, but because he had tried and found his prized stats completely outmatched. In other words, even if Hervy insisted on taking him on roller coasters, pendulum rides, carousels, and log flumes tonight, he would be powerless to stop her.

This is a senior in her third year of university. A slight mistake could lead to disaster. No wonder Leo said that the second and third years of university are a watershed. There really is an insurmountable gap between a magic apprentice and a formal mage.

No, the three in the library are also official mages, and their stats aren't nearly that exaggerated.

Snapped!

Herwi slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the desk, then took out a club application form and placed it in front of Gawain: "Don't say I'm bullying you, this 100 is your interview fee. Sign the club application form and I'll give it to you."

"Damn it! Where is the teacher? Where is justice and fairness?!" Gawain shouted into the darkness, fearing Hervy might regret it, and quickly signed the application.

I've got the campus pass; now I can go to other campuses.

Hervy also quickly signed the application and stamped it, completing the process in a flash.

I've got a free interview subject; now I can apply for another expense to line my own pocket.

Brilliant! x2

Looking up, both of them saw a face that was secretly gloating but pretending to have suffered heavy losses.

You have completed the task [Join the News Agency]

[Mission Evaluation: S+ (You exploited human weaknesses to easily complete the mission and firmly grasped the situation. This was not only a brilliant intelligence battle but also a classic example of winning through wit.)]

[Task Rewards: 1000 Experience Points, 50 Gold Coins, 10 Basic Free Attribute Points]

[A rating of S+ will double the task reward]

With the experience gained, Gao Wen's professional level reached level 10. However, due to the disparity in strength, he suffered a roller coaster and a pendulum ride tonight, so he decisively invested 20 points in his strength attribute.

Hervy handled the entire process, pretended to say a few words to the newcomers, and shamelessly stuffed the hundred dollars on the table back into her pocket.

Gao Wen's face darkened: "Senior, that's me..."

“Gao Wen, this is the news agency. You need to use your professional titles when you’re working.” Hervy said nonchalantly.

"President, that's me..."

"So, you're a freshman, and you've just joined the journalism club. If you don't cultivate some connections, how will the president take care of you in the future?" Herwi puffed out her chest, imparting office survival rules, waiting for Gao Wen to thank her.

No wonder the news agency has such a bad reputation. People describe you as a tough, strong woman, but you won't even pluck a single hair from her head!

Gao Wen was furious. Although he had earned 1.3 million through his own hard work and was already a millionaire, he didn't need to worry about supporting his senior. However, He Wei was blatantly robbing him, and the office rules didn't allow it to happen like that.

His money! And thank you!

Seeing Gawain's fury, Hervy clutched her pocket tightly, determined to defend her friendship with money: "Is it really that big of a deal? It's only 100. Are you that desperate for money?"

"Ah."

Gao Wen took a deep breath, looked up again, and his face showed an emotion that was hard for others to describe but that everyone could relate to—poverty!

Herwi was stunned, biting her lower lip, and was inexplicably moved.

She looked up and revealed a face with the same emotion.

Poor! x2

"..."

Holy crap, are they really that compatible?

Chapter 38 There are still experts

News agency.

Herwi took the new employee Gao Wen for a stroll around. Now that he was working for her, he needed to get familiar with the job as soon as possible. She didn't keep useless people under her command.

"That sounds really nice, like the news agency gets paid." Gao Wen muttered to himself.

"I get paid."

"???"

A string of question marks flashed across Gao Wen's mind. Although he hadn't read much, he wasn't a pure scholar either. Generally speaking, university clubs either raise their own funds or apply to the school for funding. At most, they could solicit sponsorships from outside the school or sell naming rights. This was the first time he had ever heard of clubs receiving salaries.

"Don't you understand? Our school newspaper is a rare find in the entire university town. Students and teachers are scrambling to buy it, and even many shops on the commercial street are eager to get their hands on it. It's always in short supply." Herwi said with one hand on her hip, looking very proud.

This is all thanks to her brilliant leadership!

If I'm not mistaken, you were the one forcing me to buy or sell, weren't you?

Gawain guessed the correct answer and thought it was outrageous. He increased Hervy's combat power again, but still found it absurd.

No matter what, a student is still a student. The school can't allow teachers to be controlled by a student, even if she is really good at fighting.

Tell me, you're the legendary granddaughter of the dean!

"President, how did you do that?"

“I personally negotiated the orders for the commercial street, and I talked to Dean Rousseau for the orders for the school. He discussed it with other departments, and each office subscribed to a newspaper. As long as the sales volume reaches a certain level, the profits exceeding the cost will be used as salaries for the news agency.” Hervy was even more proud.

"Is the dean so easy to talk to?"

“She used to be very easy to talk to and always listened to advice, but now she’s become an unreasonable old stubborn.” Herwi sighed deeply, missing the dean who used to be so reasonable.

"Why? Because I'm getting old?"

"Yes, his grandson graduated."

"..."

Gao Wen was so impressed that his scalp tingled. As expected of the top philosopher in the department, he could beat up the dean's grandson without hesitation.

In comparison, he simply outlived the department head; that's the difference!

The two walked and talked, having already circled the news agency once.

The News Club is by no means an ordinary student club activity center. Those tea clubs or chess clubs that can operate with just a few tables and chairs are nothing compared to the News Club.

The school newspaper has more power to manipulate public opinion and has a huge influence on campus. It is not comparable to the Classical Literature Society, which is always locked up and only supported by a senior female president and a few young male athletes.