Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"Squeak!"

Lu Chen heard the sound and saw a mouse standing by his bed, its paws tucked in its paws, staring at him.

"You're back so soon? Do you even know where he lives?"

Lu Chen sat up and looked at the rat, asking a question.

Perhaps because he has gained the ability to talk to mice, Lu Chen can now distinguish each mouse, and this one is the one he sent to follow Huang Dayong.

"Squeak!"

The mouse squeaked twice and nodded in a rather human-like manner.

"Good! Hurry up and run, or you'll get beaten to death."

Lu Chen looked around and found no food, so he simply told the rats to hurry up and leave, because if his sister Lu Xiulian found out, they would definitely be beaten to death.

"Squeak!"

The mouse squeaked twice more, then vanished in a flash.

My current goal is to find a way into the Japanese concession and find out where those weapons are now.

This task is troublesome, and Lu Chen also needs to learn Japanese, otherwise it will be difficult to obtain useful information.

"Sigh, I never thought I'd have to study even after transmigrating."

Lu Chen was on the verge of tears. It seemed he would have to find a Japanese teacher.

Heaven help him, he was a terrible student to begin with, and learning was incredibly difficult for him, let alone learning a new language.

......

"Hey, Yang, have you eaten yet?"

The alley Lu Chen is currently in is called Qing Shi Alley, which is considered to be the residence of the middle-income class in Shanghai at this time.

Brother Yang, whose full name is Yang Huaiyuan, is a refined middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, and happens to be a Japanese language teacher.

During this period, Japanese language teachers were paid quite well, since they could serve as translators for the Japanese army and also teach those with ulterior motives.

"have eaten."

Yang Huaiyuan was somewhat surprised. This young man had just moved in a few days ago. His wife had told him that his younger sister was very assertive, but he never expected that this young man would take the initiative to talk to him.

He answered Lu Chen casually, his steps never faltering as he hurried to class.

"Brother Yang, I heard you're a Japanese teacher, can I learn from you?"

That's right. Although it's difficult to learn, Lu Chen has no choice but to learn it in order to complete the organization's mission.

Upon hearing this, Yang Huaiyuan finally stopped, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust as he looked at Lu Chen, and even his tone was contemptuous.

"You're so young, why not learn a trade? Why learn Japanese?"

"Isn't this about having more skills and more options? You know I'm a businessman, and I inevitably have to deal with the Japanese army. This is also to make doing business easier in the future."

Lu Chen's current identity is that of a businessman. Wang Yan gave him this identity, and he felt that this identity was also beneficial to his actions. Therefore, the people in Qing Shi Lane all believed that he was a businessman.

Hearing Lu Chen's explanation, Yang Huaiyuan's attitude softened a bit. "Okay, I'm going to class anyway, you can come with me."

"Okay, Brother Yang, here's the tuition fee."

Upon hearing Yang Huaiyuan's agreement, Lu Chen quickly took out the 200 yuan he had prepared beforehand.

Lu Chen had inquired and found out that Japanese teachers earned 50 French currency coins a month, so his 200 French currency coins were four times more.

This was also to allow Yang Huaiyuan to teach him real skills, since he still had a mission to complete and couldn't afford to waste too much time.

"Can."

Yang Huaiyuan was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected doing business to be so profitable. This young man had just taken out 200 yuan, showing great generosity.

Yang Huaiyuan accepted the currency without making a sound. He glanced at his watch and realized he was going to be late. He quickened his pace, with Lu Chen following behind him.

After leaving Qing Shi Lane and walking through two streets, we arrived at the place where we had class.

This area is already considered a bustling part of the Chinese-controlled area of ​​Shanghai. A few streets away are exchange bureaus, and this area is mostly rental housing and residential buildings.

Entering the third floor of a building, Lu Chen realized that this was where Yang Huaiyuan taught. He guessed that Yang Huaiyuan was a private tutor, not a teacher at a school.

As expected, when Lu Chen entered the room, he saw that it was already full of people, all of whom were older than him and about the same age as Yang Huaiyuan.

"I was a little late today because of something. This is a new student who joined today. We might talk about some of the earlier material. Please go to your seat."

Yang Huaiyuan walked up to the podium and handed Lu Chen the textbook.

Lu Chen casually flipped through two pages, but couldn't understand them.

His seat was at the very back; all the other seats were taken.

The room was crowded, but to Lu Chen's surprise, everyone was very attentive in class and didn't even make a sound.

Lu Chen quickly perked up and began to listen attentively to the lesson.

There was a movement in his sleeve. Lu Chen opened his sleeve, and a mouse crawled out. It was the same mouse from last night.

When Lu Chen woke up in the morning, he found him under his bed. When asked to leave, he seemed unwilling to go, so Lu Chen simply left him there and carried him with him.

"What's wrong? Keep your voice down."

Lu Chen looked at the mouse on the table and asked in a low voice, not understanding why it was out at this time. Wasn't it agreed that it should stay still and not move?

"Squeak squeak".

The mouse understood Lu Chen's words, its chirping subsided, and it pointed its little finger out the window.

Lu Chen frowned as he looked over. He couldn't understand the rat's language, so he could only judge what it wanted to say by its actions.

Across the street from the window is a residential building, and downstairs there is a vendor selling candied hawthorns.

"Which one do you want to eat?"

Lu Chen didn't notice anything unusual and thought the little mouse wanted to eat candied hawthorns. He felt for a moment that keeping him around was a mistake.

"Squeak squeak".

The mouse seemed a little anxious and squeaked twice more. By this time, Lu Chen had noticed that many people were starting to pay attention to him, and he was muttering to himself.

Why is there a mouse squeaking sound?

"I heard it too, but I didn't see it."

"Forget it, I'll just listen to the lecture. I can't let a mouse ruin my future."

Hearing these comments, Lu Chen quickly stuffed the mouse into his sleeve and pretended nothing had happened to continue listening to the lesson.

Classes are only held during the day, from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m.

Lu Chen walked out of the classroom behind Yang Huaiyuan. Looking at Yang Huaiyuan's back, he could tell that he was very tired.

Lu Chen sensed that Yang Huaiyuan was not very willing to teach these people, because during the lessons Yang Huaiyuan often scolded them, and even used foul language a few times, showing extreme impatience.

Because he had already received the money, he had no choice but to pay. Judging from how Yang Huaiyuan accepted the money, Lu Chen felt that Yang Huaiyuan was a bit greedy, much like himself.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you, I'll buy it for you," you kept saying.

Lu Chen went downstairs, crossed the street, and headed to the candied hawthorn stall. He ordered two candied hawthorns, then bit off one and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The mouse kept squeaking during class, and it's still squeaking now that it has a candied hawthorn.

"I told you that's enough, why are you still going to..."

Lu Chen's words came to an abrupt halt as he saw a car approaching on the street. It was a Lincoln, and the license plate number was similar to the one on Huang Dayong's car in his memory!

Moreover, the car stopped in front of Lu Chen, and Huang Dayong got out of the back seat and walked into the building behind it.

At this moment, the mouse in his sleeve stopped squeaking. Lu Chen ate his candied hawthorn while keeping an eye on Huang Dayong, pretending to be a passerby.