god of tomorrow

The Royal Magic University has its own training system: the first year lays the foundation, the second year accelerates the pace, and the third year is a knight ranking, which completely widens the gap between geniuses.

After this trial training, Gao Wen thoroughly understood his niche, dominating the freshmen and remaining calm in the sophomores. However, when facing the senior students who had crossed the threshold of becoming formal mages, his stats made it difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

It takes a long time to build up a magic shield, and in that time, the opponent can already cast several spells instantly.

"The God of Wishes is not combat magic..."

"The Undead Summoning card seems pretty advanced. That Luo guy... I was terrified back then. Using this card will bring unnecessary trouble..."

"Dark Vision is a support magic..."

"None of the civil and military officials in the court are of any use; they've all become mute. What use are you to me?"

Gawain muttered to himself as he walked to the cafeteria. Not being able to dominate the entire university was making him restless. He needed to arrange a few spells as soon as possible. Time was tight and the task was heavy. He couldn't delay any longer.

"I'll talk to Mr. Buber during my tutoring session tonight. He knows the recipe for the sacrificial magic. If not, I'll just pay for the offerings myself. I don't need an altar or a priest..."

"Gawain!"

As Gao Wen was muttering to himself, a long, red-haired man attacked from behind, pinning him to the spot.

Hervey!

The disparity in strength was so great that Gao Wen didn't even know when she had arrived behind him.

"Gao Wen, why didn't you go to the news agency?"

The club president held down the new member, his gaze piercing and full of authority: "You skipped work as soon as you joined the club. I even promised to let you be the president, and look at you... How can I trust you with this kind of behavior? How can I trust you to be the president?"

In short, and I'm not kidding, if you don't want to be the club president, there are plenty of others who will!

"No, President! I don't want to lose this opportunity! I want to be the president so badly, I dream about it all the time!"

Gao Wen decisively reflected on his mistakes and actively admitted them. As for whether he would dare to do it again next time...

We'll talk about it next time.

Seeing Gao Wen's sincere attitude, He Wei nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, seeing that you are so eager to admit your mistake, I'll give you another chance. But every country has its laws, and every society has its rules. According to the rules of the society, anyone who is absent from work without a valid reason will have 100 yuan deducted from their salary each time."

"..."

One hundred at a time, five times and it's all gone. Turns out we're all losing money to work!

"Gao Wen, what are you doing here?"

"Go to the cafeteria for a meal, what else can we do? But you, club president, how did you know I was here?" Gao Wen looked suspicious. It was possible that Hervi had come specifically to catch him.

"They came looking for us by the smell."

"Do I really smell that bad?" Gao Wen protested. His upbringing taught him to shower regularly and maintain excellent personal hygiene.

"It's very heavy."

Hervy nodded seriously. Even if the ten million she walked into turned to ashes, she would still be able to smell it.

Having caught Gao Wen, Herwi immediately fulfilled her promise from yesterday and continued her "fishing" operation outside the school—no, she continued to invite Gao Wen to dinner in the commercial district.

Gawain didn't want to leave, but Herwi held him back. The top student in the Philosophy Department, Baturu, was incredibly strong, and he couldn't run away.

Student A: It's Gao Wen again. He's having a great time today too!

Student B: So he's the archaeological team survivor from the school newspaper. Not bad, he's got a nice figure.

Student C: Gao Wen, you are the shining star of our history department! How can you stoop so low as to be ridden and bullied by your senior? Stand up straight!

Student D: That's boring. It's better to stay home and secretly watch my older brothers watching my stepmother holding my dad's and grandpa's hands in the garden at night.

Chapter 43 Stop playing dead, you weren't like this yesterday.

"Gao Wen, do you know how many copies of today's school newspaper were sold, and how many more were urgently printed at noon?"

On the way away from the cafeteria, Hervy was beaming with excitement, and when she mentioned Xiaoqianqian, she smiled like a lovesick fool.

According to the law of conservation of happiness, Gawain had no smile on his face. Having already enjoyed the benefits of his press pass, he now only wanted to get away from Hervy and secretly compete in the competition back in his dormitory.

He didn't know how much money the school newspaper made today, nor did he want to know, just like the indifferent passengers on the tram—completely unresponsive.

It's not his money, why care so much?

Moreover, the thought of the company president making a fortune by exploiting the surplus value of his employees is even more painful than losing his own money.

Under the shade of the tree, the red-haired girl was flushed with excitement, while the black-haired boy she was dragging along looked worried. To unsuspecting passersby, the scene looked like something out of the ordinary, as if a murder might be brewing that very night.

Because she had made a little money, Herwi was in high spirits. Ignoring why Gawain looked so sad, she chattered on about her money-making plan: "The archaeological team is getting a lot of media attention. We can dig deeper into the Van Vich line. I plan to organize the club members to conduct a large-scale interview in the history department and expose more scandals."

"..."

"Gawain, stop playing dead. You weren't like this yesterday. What do you think?"

"I'm watching with my eyes wide open. The editor-in-chief is visionary. With your wise leadership, we just need to follow the arrangements." Gao Wen was uninterested. Asking him for his opinion when there was no bonus meant that the news agency could only generate traffic and make a little money.

"Answer properly, and I'll give you extra money."

"How much?"

"Sigh, I thought that with our relationship and the fact that I treat you to meals every day, you wouldn't care about money, such an external thing. I didn't expect you to ask for it anyway."

Herwi shook her head in disappointment, pressing her hand to her conscience: "Gawain, do you know, it hurts me to see you like this."

If it hurts, I'll rub it. If it really doesn't work, you can pay extra and I'll rub it for you.

Gao Wen scoffed. Other CEOs at least knew how to make empty promises, but He Wei was so stingy that she wouldn't even make promises. And she still expected to gather ideas from all sides? Dream on!

"Damn it, if you can find a way to keep the school newspaper's sales at today's level, I'll give you a bonus at the end of the month, okay?" Herwi spat out each word, her teeth grinding together.

This pancake is more like it!

Gao Wenqing cleared his throat: "President, human nature likes to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers. Even if they have not done anything, as long as they are given the power to condemn others and quickly establish their own morality by criticizing the immorality of others, they will gain the pleasure of being righteous, which is the emotional value of comparing who is worse."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"President, you're right. We have to capitalize on this wave of traffic, really capitalize on it. The more we expose Fan Weiqi's scandals, the higher the school newspaper's sales will be."

Gao Wen counted on his fingers and said, "It says that Van Welch repeatedly extorted money with credits, exploited students, committed academic fraud, plagiarized, and abused his position to falsely report expenses, embezzle cash, embezzle public funds for meals, and misuse public resources for private purposes..."

Good heavens, is this something I can hear?

Even the incredibly audacious Hervy had to admit that Gawain was far too daring.

He actually dared to tell the truth!

"No, no, these reports seriously damage the school's image and go against the original intention of creating the school newspaper." Herwi shook her head repeatedly. If they really wrote it like that, Gao Wenming would become the president of the newspaper tomorrow, not even next year.

She must not lose her composure. Even if she eats a full meal or a full meal every day, she still knows what she's doing.

"Why not? The school has already severed ties with VanVleet. The more we report on this, the more fair and just the school appears. The school's leadership is happy to accept criticism and will receive countless positive reviews. Everyone can benefit."

Gao Wen didn't understand. From the moment Van Welch was allowed to appear in the school newspaper, he became the school's enemy. In the university town, even if a passing dog peed on Van Welch's foot, it would be praised as a well-behaved dog. Why not pee now?

"That makes sense, but... we can't write everything down, can we?"

"..."

A single word brought Gao Wen to his senses, and he suddenly realized the truth.

Yes, Van Welch is gone, but that doesn't mean all the department heads are gone. There are still the deans and the president above them. They write everything down, just in case they get it right!

Herwie's words made sense; she was clearly a seasoned journalist. Gawain couldn't refute her and could only say, "Then let's start with her private life, apply all the aristocratic stuff to Van Vich, and write about how licentious and shameless she is."

"Will it work?"

“Uh, we won’t write about things inside the school, since no female students were persecuted. Let’s write about things outside the school, like Fan Weiqi not paying for his meals and even extorting money from the restaurant owner,” Gao Wen said with deep disgust.

"Are you asking for a beating, kid?"

"No, I'm just giving an example."

"You didn't do a good job. Don't do it again next time."

Hervy raised her fist and waved it in front of Gawain, making a small threat: "It's good to start with his private life, but the Royal Magic University has no shortage of noble children. They've all seen it all. If you make up this, people who don't know any better will think we're trying to whitewash Vanvich!"

It doesn't matter if it's whitewashed, the key is that it's not stimulating enough, there's no selling point, and sales will decline.

"This is not appropriate; let's discuss it further."

"President, there's no need to discuss this anymore. I know a traditional aristocrat who is lax in managing his subordinates. Day after day, even a casual slip of his tongue with his experience would be more explosive than any large-scale interview we've conducted."

Gawain only knew that high society was vulgar, and he couldn't imagine how despicable or absurd it was. He thought about asking Hill, the expert.

"Okay, you can work overtime to write a draft and give it to me tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll do it now..."

Gawain turned and sprinted, but Herwi pulled him back, and he almost lost control and got splashed with face wash.

"Want to run?"

"No way."

"You have to come to dinner with me today. I promised you, and I have to keep my word."

"President, the school is too big, and the commercial street is not small either. Going back and forth will waste a lot of time. Let's eat in the cafeteria!" Gao Wen just wanted to get out of this misery as soon as possible.

"The school cafeteria has my picture on the wall, so they won't serve me," Herwi grumbled, clearly feeling wronged.

Like all universities, the Royal Magic University's dining hall is outsourced. The contractor for the South Campus dining hall is rumored to be someone's brother-in-law. The dining hall offers two set meals: a cheaper one with no refills after leaving the counter, and a more expensive one with unlimited servings, emphasizing filling you up.

The former is suitable for Becky's cat-like appetite and is the first choice for girls, while the latter is suitable for athletes and is also the first choice for boys.

On her first day at university, Hervi innocently ordered the unlimited meal. At first, the cafeteria lady praised her for being a good girl and said she should eat more, otherwise being thin wouldn't be pretty.

Herwi scratched her head sheepishly, her face flushing red. "I'll listen to Auntie and eat more today."

later……

There was no "after that," only that someone's brother-in-law cried terribly, so much so that those who heard it were heartbroken and wept, shouting that he would hang himself at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The school had no choice but to intervene, and both sides compromised. Hervi was blacklisted by the school cafeterias, but because she had a press pass, she was allowed to patronize all the cafeterias on campus. The cafeterias on campus received a special allocation from their contract fees, which was deposited monthly so Hervi could exploit the restaurants outside the commercial street.

That's why people in the same industry are often rivals!

In short, Hervy receives meal allowances both on and off campus, earning a considerable monthly income, but fewer and fewer restaurants are willing to serve her.

Gao Wen listened to the blood and tears of the university town's catering industry with a dark expression: "President, have you considered what you'll do after graduation in your situation?"

"I've already found someone else, and she's promised to take care of me!"