Wu Bin was really backing down.
Having a system plagued with a myriad of ailments was already too much for him to bear, and now he had to be wary of being schemed against by others too—who could endure that!
Nightingale said indifferently, "Your situation is special, even if you resign, if people from the secret district set their sights on you, you will still be attacked."
"Are you sure you still want to resign?"
Wu Bin understood the situation.
Martial Artists, Supernatural Beings, beings of their kind were already special, and having no relation to the ninth institute didn’t matter to Wu Bin.
At least being a part of the ninth institute, he could deter some of the unruly folks domestically.
As for the secret districts abroad, their interaction with domestic Supernatural Beings led to rampant slaughter, as was naturally returned in kind by domestic Supernatural Beings upon them.
This was the law of the survival of the fittest in the Supernatural World.
"Have you thought it through? Do you want to resign or not?"
Knowing he was now too deep in to extricate himself, Wu Bin sighed and shook his head.
"Forget it, since the ninth institute needs me, I’ll just keep on, shine and give it my all."
While he himself sought the protection of the ninth institute, the words from Wu Bin’s mouth made it seem as if the ninth institute was taking advantage of him.
Nightingale, struggling to restrain the urge to slap Wu Bin, said in a grave tone, "Mino has been controlled by our people. Next, we will negotiate with the secret district to make sure they don’t target you anymore."
"There’s nothing else for now, continue to stand by."
Although Wu Bin was a Supernatural Being too, his abilities were too weak to be of any help to the ninth institute currently.
After Nightingale left, Wu Bin adjusted his mood and finished all the barbecue in front of him.
After replenishing his energy, he returned to the dormitory, covered his head, and fell soundly asleep.
The next day, early morning.
While sleeping soundly, Wu Bin was woken up by Song Bing.
"Old Wu, wake up, I have good news!"
Wu Bin groggily opened his eyes to find Song Bing holding a document by his bed, dancing excitedly.
"The school has organized an exchange trip to South Korea, and they announced the names today, our dorm was selected!"
Wu Bin took the document from Song Bing’s hands and started to frown as he read it closely.
It was a student exchange program between the Agricultural University and universities in South Korea.
They had them every year, but normally it was based on voluntary sign-ups, and then after comprehensive consideration, ten students were picked from these volunteers for academic exchange.
Since the school covered all expenses, there was always high enthusiasm among the students to sign up.
However, this year, for some reason, the list of participants for the academic exchange was predetermined by the Agricultural University, and many of them were freshmen, causing dissatisfaction among the other students.
Song Bing excitedly explained from the side, "I guess this is President Xu’s special care for you, we three just happen to benefit from your influence and can go together."
Liang Ren pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, analyzing earnestly, "I’ve checked previous exchange videos and files, to be honest, it’s really just a trip."
"After going to South Korea, the main activities include eating, drinking, and having fun, and then you just write a reflection report when you come back, give a speech on stage, and that’s it."
What is this welfare project?
Taking the school’s money for a funded trip, isn’t that too brazen?
It’s essentially the school paying for you to travel and then having you come back to give a presentation, sharing how fun South Korea was and how cool a funded trip can be?
The more Wu Bin thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.
The person who came up with this so-called exchange student program is simply a genius.
Song Bing chuckled and said, "I heard in the past only those with connections could become exchange students, but unexpectedly this time it’s our turn."
"Old Wu, we plan to go to the mall later to shop for some new clothes, do you want to come?"
Wu Bin shook his head, indicating he would not go.
It’s just a trip to South Korea, there’s no need to buy new clothes.
Just then, heart-wrenching cries suddenly came from below the dormitory.
Wu Bin asked, "What happened?"
Song Bing sighed and said, "A girl who lived in our building died, killed by a psychopathic murderer, apparently named Zhao Xiaoru."
"A pretty cute girl, I heard she was the top student from her city. Her family is very poor, her mom sold vegetables for over twenty years just to get her through college, and then this tragedy happened unexpectedly."
Hearing Song Bing say this, Wu Bin felt hugely uncomfortable.
Although he knew Zhao Xiaoru’s death was not his fault, for some reason, Wu Bin always felt a sense of guilt.
Wu Bin walked to the window and looked down, where a middle-aged woman was kneeling on the ground, her hair graying.
A group of school leaders and teachers were comforting her.
But the dead cannot be brought back to life, and what use were these consolations or financial compensations to this woman who had lost her child?
After lying in the bedroom all day, just about dinner time, Song Bing and the others who had gone to the mall finally returned.
Each of them had bought a new outfit, and Song Bing even bought himself a pair of sunglasses.
Seeing them dressed up so fashionably, Wu Bin couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark.
"Aren’t we just going to South Korea as exchange students? Why are you guys dressed up ?"
A wool coat with suit pants, anyone unaware would think they were going to shoot a TV drama.
As Song Bing was adjusting his hairstyle, he said, "Old Wu, you might not know this, but those female college students in South Korea are very warm-hearted."
"If we don’t dress a bit more mature, how are we going to catch their attention?"
"Look at our outfits, this is the popular Korean style right now. Isn’t this what they call when in Rome, do as the Romans do? We’re going to make their heads spin, aren’t we?"
Wu Bin shook his head, feeling these three were beyond help.
Wu Bin thought a funded trip was already ridiculous enough, but these guys were planning on a funded flirting spree, weren’t they?
There was a knock on the door, and Wu Bin opened it to find Han Jiaoyan standing cutely at the doorway.
Today, Han Jiaoyan was wearing a white jacket, with a pink tank top underneath featuring a cartoon pig pattern, and white denim shorts revealing her long, fair legs, looking very youthful and attractive.
Han Jiaoyan smiled at Wu Bin.
"Wu Bin, are you packed? We are ready to leave."
Wu Bin was taken aback.
"You’re on the list for the exchange students this time?"
"Yes, Xu Qian too, with Yang Kang as our teacher in charge."