National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds. Da Kun continued, moving even closer to the kitchen counter:

"Think about it, if an organization's students can excel in a local competition and also qualify for subsidies in the national competition, what does that say?"

"This isn't just a simple subsidy; it's a brand, an officially certified brand!"

"This proves that you are a top 100 high-quality organization certified by the China Electricity Association!"

"What happens if parents see one institution with this sign, while other institutions don't?"

Da Kun didn't continue speaking, but smiled meaningfully.

The cook suddenly realized what was happening and sat up straight:

"So, you're planning to grab this spot?"

Da Kun's tone was firm: "That's right. Not only will we take action, but we absolutely must!"

"As a director of the Dragon Kingdom Electricity Association, what kind of talk would it be if my own organization wasn't qualified?"

After saying that, he shoved the cigarette into the ashtray, leaned back in his chair, and said nothing more.

The chef stood up: "I understand, Brother Kun! It looks like you're in for a tough fight."

"But your business is my business! If there's anything I, Chen Chu, can help with, just call me! I'll be there whenever you need me!" After saying that, he went up to shake hands.

Da Kun smiled and extended his hand: "Haha, you're joking. Xiao Chen is still as loyal as ever! How could I trouble you? Just take care of your spectators."

"However, we will indeed be holding an internal competition for our students soon, selecting three winners. You can come and visit us then."

"To put it bluntly, I've already wound up the coaches for next week; we're going to be busy for a while."

"Of course, if you know anyone with excellent coaching skills who would like to work here, feel free to recommend them to me. I'll give special consideration to anyone you recommend!"

"Oh! You think too highly of me, Xiao Chen..."

Then came the usual pleasantries and small talk between friends, which Ye Fei stopped listening to.

After chatting for a while, the two quickly finished their conversation, and Da Kun brought the dishes to Chef Ye Fei downstairs.

Looking at the institution, Ye Fei recalled his past experiences attending training courses, and his thoughts wandered.

As Ye Fei passed by the training room, a reprimanding voice caught his attention.

"How many times have I told you? Don't be on guard in the first round! Don't be on guard! You just won't listen."

"Look at your deck, you have four ability cards! If you start by defending in the first turn, when will you be able to activate them later?"

The voice was young, and although it was angry, it was clear that the coach was trying his best to restrain himself.

"But if I don't defend myself, I'll take a lot of damage..."

The voice sounded somewhat immature; it belonged to a student, and sounded like a teenager.

Ye Fei took one look and realized he wouldn't have recognized him if he hadn't seen him in the elevator before.

—Isn't this the kid who lives next door?

"Didn't I tell you to 'assess your situation and check your loot' before playing a card? Look at your loot: a 'Violent Steel' and a 'Ship's Anchor.' Do you think they could possibly cause you to lose health?"

The student remained silent.

"I can tell you're not taking it seriously! You don't listen to what I've told you, and you were slacking off as soon as you arrived for training today!"

"Look at you, your grades used to be so good, what happened to you now..."

The group ignored him and continued walking. Da Kun shook his head, looked at the cook, and explained helplessly:

"Sigh, that's one of our new recruits this year. He's reached A3 level at home on his own. He's quite talented, and his parents are very supportive."

"But unfortunately, after training here for a few months, he started to slack off, stopped taking training seriously, and wouldn't listen to anything the coach said to him."

"I was thinking of giving up, but what can I do? The parents have come looking for me, and they absolutely refuse to drop out. What am I supposed to do?"

The chef chimed in, "That's difficult." Da Kun continued, "Then we can only trouble the coach more, and put in more effort."

"After all, it's not that this kid doesn't want to go down this path; his parents are counting on him to become a professional esports player!"

The cook nodded. Da Kun continued, his tone sounding helpless:

"Sigh, I think we should just give up. At most, it'll just drag on for a while, but we'll have to give up sooner or later. His recent grades are already far behind those of the other kids in his cohort."

"Forget it, forget it, I won't say anymore. It's just my family's shameful secret. I'll only talk about it for a bit. It's embarrassing to talk about it too much."

The chef gave a forced smile: "Don't mention it, your organization is full of talented people!"

After seeing him off downstairs, the two said goodbye to Da Kun and prepared to go back.

The chef looked at Ye Fei, shook hands with him one last time, and prepared to say goodbye.

"Big brother! No matter what, you'll always be my big brother in private!"

"If you want to connect with anyone in any professional circles in the future, I can arrange it!"

"I don't have much to do normally, and I'm not married. I just do some live streaming and hang out with people in the industry."

"Take care, bro! You don't need to come to the live stream tomorrow. I'll call you when I have scripts in the future; you just need to handle a few orders."

"I live quite far away, so I have to go ahead now. I'll still ask for your help if I have any questions later! Please give me your guidance!"

"Goodbye, brother!"

The chef shook hands with him excitedly again and left, glancing back at him as he walked away.

As Ye Fei watched his figure gradually disappear, he recalled that a lot had indeed happened today, some of which were still vivid in his mind, especially some of the words of this "Da Kun," some of which were still lingering in his mind.

But he needed time to process all of this, so he didn't think about it anymore and took a taxi home.

……

Night fell, and Ye Fei's computer screen remained lit in the dark room. He couldn't sleep, and was still typing away at the A10 malfunctioning robot in the dark.

What kind of magical abilities does this malfunctioning robot possess that make the whole world revolve around it?

He couldn't figure it out. Because he couldn't understand anything about this world.

He has now reached two A9s: Warrior and Glitchbot, and two A10s: Observer and Hunter.

There's also a crown prince and a necromancer who want to wait until they've finished defeating the malfunctioning robot before they can play.

He never made these achievements public; he used the pseudonym "Night Rain," and only he knew about them.

Just as he drew another "Scatter Cannon" and was about to declare "game over," a roar from next door broke the silence.

He didn't pay attention, thinking: Whose house is making so much noise so late at night?

But after a while, the sound rang out again, growing louder and louder.

He paused the game, pressed his ear against the wall and listened for a while before realizing that it sounded like two adults were shouting, as if they were scolding a child, followed by the sound of things being smashed.

Then, I heard the door next door being opened—or rather, "smashed open," followed by a middle-aged man's shout that echoed clearly throughout the hallway:

"Get out! If you don't reflect on your actions, don't come back tonight!"

After he finished shouting, the door slammed shut.

Ye Fei remembered. The child living next door was the one he had seen at school during the day.

His name is Lin Xi.