Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

Huayang Wuhan University.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, withered vines, old trees, and crows sang at dusk, and occasionally, one could hear the sickening wails of ghosts and wolves.

At this moment, in the principal's office.

It's called the principal's office, but it's actually just a storage room in the style of a Syrian war-damaged building.

Large patches of plaster peeled off the wall, like it had psoriasis, revealing moldy red bricks underneath.

The plaque on the wall that reads "Great virtue carries all things" is not only badly damaged by paint, but also half of it is crooked, ready to be physically delivered to a lucky visitor at any time.

"Slurp..."

Chu Shanhe was curled up on a rattan chair with a broken leg, holding a bucket of soaked braised beef noodles, eating with the air of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

That was the school's last liquid asset.

Outside the window, a crow landed on a bare branch and cawed, "caw-caw-caw."

It seems to be a lament for this dilapidated school that is about to close down.

"Stop yelling!"

Chu Shanhe slammed the bowl of noodles, which he had licked clean of the soup, onto the table and cursed out the window.

"If you order again, I'll stew you for a treat! Protein is meat too!"

"Bang!"

The rickety wooden door was kicked open, and the door panel screamed and died on the spot, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A bald old man wearing a yellowish-white vest and flip-flops stormed in angrily.

He was carrying a red, blue, and white snakeskin bag, which was stuffed with a washbasin, a thermos, and a few tattered clothes, looking like he was about to flee a famine.

It was Liu Bo, the director of the admissions office of Huayang Wuda University.

"Old Chu! This job is unbearable! Let whoever wants to work this lousy shift do it!"

Liu Bo threw the snakeskin bag on the ground, pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and slammed it hard onto the greasy desk.

"Snapped!"

"I'm quitting! I'm quitting!"

Liu Bo's face turned red and his neck thickened, spitting all over Chu Shanhe's face.

"I won't even mention the fact that they owed us six months' wages, but the head chef of the cafeteria practically ran off with a train overnight!"

"The big yellow dog that guards the gate this morning has lost three pounds from hunger. I noticed something was off about its eyes just now; it wanted to eat me!"

"Let whoever wants to stay at this lousy school stay; I'm going back to my hometown to raise pigs! Even pigs are better off than here!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Shanhe, ignoring the spittle on his face, pounced on Liu Bo like a koala and clung tightly to his leg.

"Bo'er! You can't leave! If you leave, who will we live with?"

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Chu Shanhe cried his heart out, showing no dignity whatsoever as the head of a school.

"If you leave, Huayang will truly fall apart! We're a prestigious school with a thousand-year history... Even though our lineage was interrupted for 999 years, our heritage remains! We still have... we still have land!"

"Just one more day! Just one more day!"

Chu Shanhe held up one finger, making a grand promise.

"I have a feeling, a strong feeling! We're definitely going to be able to recruit people this year!"

"What if some blind... no, discerning genius takes a liking to us? We still need to have dreams!"

"You seem like a genius! You've even managed to make the most of a pie!"

Liu Bo looked at him with disdain and swung his leg forcefully, trying to throw the old scoundrel off.

"Chu Shanhe, stop giving me that toxic positivity! This lousy place is built right next to a mass grave; the gloom is so strong that we don't even need air conditioning in the summer."

"At night, the will-o'-the-wisps are like a concert; which parent would dare send their child here? Are they sending them to test their courage?"

Liu Bo pointed to the desolate graveyard outside the window, sneered repeatedly, and immediately made a solemn oath.

"Forget about geniuses, if anyone even applies to our school this year, even if they're an idiot who got a zero on the test, that's a good chance."

"I, Liu Bo, will eat this computer screen right here and now! If you even flinch, I'll add three pounds of hot shit to the mix! The kind with broth!"

This vow was made with such conviction and resounding echo that even the system wanted to give it a thumbs up.

Seeing that force wouldn't work, Chu Shanhe had to resort to a softer approach.

He shamelessly pressed Liu Bo down on the sofa with exposed foam, forcing a smile on his face.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about eating shit later. That's the main course, we need to save it for last."

"Let's take one last look backstage, just one last look!"

"If no one's here yet, let's go back to our hometown and raise pigs together. I'll help you out! I'll be in charge of delivering the piglets!"

Liu Bo rolled his eyes, and although he looked impatient, he still didn't get up.

After all, I've spent most of my life in this lousy place, so it would be a lie to say I have no feelings for it. The main problem is that I have nowhere else to go.

Chu Shanhe walked shakily to the corner and lifted an "antique" covered with a gray cloth.

It was a bulky CRT monitor, with the power button recessed into it, looking like something from the last century.

"Buzz—"

The main unit emitted a tractor-like roar and warmed up for a full three minutes before the screen lit up with a pale white light, still covered in static.

Chu Shanhe skillfully entered his account and password, logging into the backend of the national college admissions system, which had been inactive for three years.

"Spin...spin..."

Chu Shanhe stared at the spinning loading icon on the screen, muttering to himself.

"May the ancestral master protect us, may our ancestral graves emit auspicious smoke, please send a living person, even a cripple will do, as long as they pay tuition..."

Liu Bo sat to the side with his legs crossed, picking at his toes, looking disdainful.

"Don't bother, the three starter Pokémon have already taken everyone by now, and there won't be any left for us to eat the leftover soup..."

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang out in the deathly silent, dilapidated office.

Liu Bo's hand, which was picking at his toes, suddenly froze.

Chu Shanhe shuddered and almost threw the mouse away.

On the gray and drab backend interface, several bright red "unread messages" actually popped up!

"Holy crap!"

Chu Shanhe let out a strange cry, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he rubbed his face against the screen.

"Dazhuang, look! There really are people! And more than one! The ancestral graves are smoking! They're spewing fire!"

Liu Bo was also taken aback, and then, without even bothering to put on his shoes, he came over barefoot.

"Impossible! Is there a bug in the system? Or is some hacker using us as practice?"

The two huddled together and opened the first file.

Name: Lin Xiao.

Upon seeing this name, the air fell silent for a second.

Followed by.

"Pfft—"

Liu Bo clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! Old Chu, look, this kid's name is Lin Xiao! The same name as that national champion who swept through the dungeons this year!"

"What were these parents thinking? This isn't the kind of way to ride the wave of popularity! Is this some kind of Pinduoduo version of a top scorer?"

Liu Bo slapped his thigh, overjoyed.

"He's probably a mediocre student who only scores 200-300 on tests and is trying to get into university by taking advantage of his auspicious name."

"There must be at least eight or ten thousand names like this across the country this year, if not ten thousand. That's what you call the 'internet celebrity effect'!"

Chu Shanhe was also amused, and his tense mood instantly relaxed.

"Sigh, young people these days, they just follow trends when it comes to naming their children. But it's good though, the name is auspicious, maybe it can bring some good luck to our school."

The two complained as they opened the second file.

Name: Ye Chen.

"Whoa!"

Chu Shanhe raised an eyebrow.

"This one's even more ruthless; he shares the same name as that prodigy from the Ye family in Beijing's elite circle. Good heavens, are we going to collect all the knock-off geniuses? Could we summon a dragon?"

The third one.

Name: Zhang Xuan.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

Liu Bo laughed so hard he pounded the table, gasping for breath.

"Even the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain has a fake account now? How unprofessional! Hahahaha!"

The dilapidated office was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The two down-on-their-luck old men seemed to be watching a comical imitation show, treating it as a mere diversion from their lives.

"Kids these days have ambitions that are sky-high, but their lives are as fragile as paper."

Chu Shanhe shook his head and continued sliding the mouse down.

however.

When the cursor is on the fourth and fifth names.

His smile gradually froze, finally solidifying on his face as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Fourth: Bai Ling.

Fifth: Nalan Qing.

The laughter in the office stopped abruptly, like a duck whose neck had been suddenly snapped.

A deathly silence.

Only the buzzing noise of the computer's fan echoed in the empty room, sounding particularly jarring.

If one or two are just coincidences, or are simply people with the same name...

The names of the top five students in this year's major exam appeared neatly and without exception in the back office of their own dilapidated school, which was 300 million yuan in debt and ignored by even dogs...

The probability of that is even lower than winning the lottery jackpot ten times in a row and then being hit by a meteorite while out and about.

Chu Shanhe swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and even his fingertips were trembling, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Polly..."

Chu Shanhe's voice sounded like a broken bellows being pulled, extremely hoarse.

"Isn't this rate of name duplication a bit too outrageous?"

"..."

The smile on Liu Bo's face had vanished, replaced by a deathly pallor.

He stared intently at the screen, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Old Chu...click to open."

Liu Bo's voice was trembling, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Click to see...see the details. I refuse to believe it!"

Chu Shanhe gripped the mouse with trembling hands, his withered hand shaking as if he were in the late stages of Parkinson's disease.

"Click".

Press the left mouse button.

A pop-up window displaying Lin Xiao's detailed profile slowly unfolded.

The first thing that catches the eye is an ID photo.

The young man had delicate features, a faint smile playing on his lips, and calm, deep eyes that seemed to see right through the screen.

These two old men watched that face on live TV for an entire day.

They'd still recognize you even if you were ashes!

Look down again.

[Examinee: Lin Xiao]

[Exam Number: 000001] (A unique national exam number)

Total Score: 385,600 (SSS+)

[Professional Evaluation: Unprecedented, suppressing the world.]

[First choice: Wuhan University, Huayang (confirmed)]

"Clatter".

The palm-leaf fan that Liu Bo used to fan himself fell to the ground.

The two exchanged a glance.

They both saw in each other's eyes an extreme terror and absurdity, as if they had seen a ghost or the Jade Emperor descending to earth to beg for food.

"Really...really...really that living ancestor?!"

Chu Shanhe pointed at the screen, trembling, almost choking on his own breath; his heart was about to stop.

"Has he...has he lost his mind?! Or got his brain slammed in a door?!"

"Giving up the top three clubs, giving up the rank of major, giving up billions in scholarships... to come to this mass grave?!"

"What's the point?!"

"Is it because our school has good feng shui? Because we can see ghosts here? Or because our braised beef noodles are expired?! This doesn't make sense!"

Liu Bo's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His mouth gaped open, like a fish out of air, his mind a complete mess.

It’s over.

This is really the end.

This is hardly a case of ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke!

This is like the ancestral graves were blown up!

For a deity of that caliber to come to a dilapidated temple like ours, wouldn't that be a case of being outmatched?

That's a nuclear bombing! Would you like to have that kind of luck?!

Just when the two were questioning their existence and their values ​​were shattered.

Just as Liu Bo began to ponder whether to eat the three jin of excrement hot or cold, and whether to add some cumin.

"Ring ring ring—!!!"

The red landline on the table, covered in a thick layer of dust and usually only receiving scam calls, suddenly emitted a piercing scream.

The sound was particularly eerie in the deathly silent office; it was practically a death knell.

Chu Shanhe was so startled that he almost jumped onto the table.

He glanced shakily at the caller ID.

That's a special number range that's only activated when the country enters a state of first-level combat readiness.

[Ministry of Education - Top Secret Hotline]

Chu Shanhe felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he picked up the microphone and held it to his ear.

"Feed...feed?"

A dignified voice, suppressing anger, yet forced to remain extremely polite, came from the receiver.

That's the sound that often appears on the evening news.

Minister of Education, Qin Weiguo.

"Chu Shanhe, is that right? I am Qin Weiguo."

"Listen up, put your ears open!"

"What I'm about to say is classified as a top state secret. If you dare divulge even a single word, you'll face a military court! I'll personally send you there!"

Qin Weiguo took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and spat out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Lin Xiao... that little devil... went to your place!"

"In addition, General Bai Potian from the military, Grandmaster Ye Guyun from the Ye family, Celestial Master Zhang from Longhu Mountain... there are about a dozen grandmasters on their way to your school for inspection."

"If you dare to let Lin Xiao suffer even the slightest grievance, even if it's just that the food in the cafeteria doesn't suit his taste..."

"I'll personally lead a team to tear down your lousy school! I'll fill the foundation with both of you! Do you understand?!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Chu Shanhe held the microphone, stiff as a sculpture weathered for a thousand years.

A long time passed.

He slowly turned his head, looked at Liu Bo who was slumped on the ground, and revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Dazhuang..."

"Did our cafeteria chef... run away with the train?"

"Why don't you... go and chase after him and bring him back? You have to bring him back, even if you have to tie him up!"

Liu Bo stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"Old Chu, what do you say...?"

"So, should I steam Xiang or braise it?"

"..."

———Boundary———

Two long chapters, each over three thousand words long, I'm only asking for a five-star review. I love you all.