Chapter 119: Chapter 119 A Bunch of Idlers
Saving the world and then immediately diving back into the boiling waters of senior high school life on Earth was simply hilarious…
Despite being uncomfortable, we had no choice but to immediately immerse ourselves in the intense revision because the brief holiday of the senior year was about to end, and we hadn’t touched our homework at all.
“Primitive and rudimentary, crude and shoddy, self-contradictory, full of loopholes!”
Sandora lay half-dead on the table, expressing her intense emotions with a string of spectacular parallel sentences.
I knocked on her head with a “thud,” stuffing a stack of problems into her hands, amidst her grimacing and ferociously fake expression.
“I know Xyrin technology is peak perfection, but please leave some dignity for Einstein and the others. Those pioneers had it tough too…”
“But it’s really so boring…” Sandora wailed, collapsing onto the floor, and began to roll back and forth.
If this scene were seen by those idle Princess Guards at school, I wondered what kind of sensational effect it would produce…
Speaking of the Princess Guard, I couldn’t help but think of the paparazzi who were miserably screwed over by Sandora.
They say that paparazzi are the third most combat-capable force in the world, after the Sea Seal Assault Team and urban management officers. Many celebrities have tragically fallen victim to the relentless pursuits and blockades of the paparazzi, who could use any word or deed as a point of attack and were utterly fearless of any moral condemnation. Even if Confucius were to be reborn, they would manage to find some vulgar aspect to pick on. So when Sandora was intercepted by the so-called media, I really got a headache.
But unexpectedly, Sandora was even fiercer than the paparazzi.
When three tabloid journalists were internationally wanted in the name of Liska on charges of espionage, I was impressed by Sandora’s brainwashing capabilities.
When the all-encompassing photos of two entertainment hosts, including pictures taken by adults of them peeing since the age of three, were exposed on every conceivable promotional tool worldwide, I was deeply awed by the terrifying abilities of the information collectors under the Revenge Army.
When several so-called private photographers, who tried to follow and take secret pictures of Sandora, not only failed to gain anything but also started receiving two thousand seven hundred “family life photos” from various angles and exposures of their entire families every day for a month, I expressed my highest respect for the shameless spirit of the Xyrin intelligence operatives.
And then, everything was peaceful…
Only suddenly, there were a lot more people in mental hospitals around us—perhaps truly scared crazy, or perhaps feigning insanity to avoid the manhunt of former entertainment media staff.
Although I couldn’t quite agree with Sandora’s somewhat extreme methods, how should I put it, from a sociological standpoint, it was quite satisfying!
In theory, with Sandora’s status, she wouldn’t bother with such minor characters. But in Sandora’s view, she wasn’t being serious—it was merely a little game. It’s just that a “little game” for her could spell disaster for ordinary people. And if she were to take things seriously, she probably would have dispatched special forces to slaughter all the paparazzi and their associates around the world…
Of course, I wouldn’t allow such a discordant event!
After a while, Sandora suddenly sprang up from the ground and pounced on me with a “wow,” excitedly saying, “Chen Jun, let’s go out and play!”
“…Can’t you sit still for a minute?” I looked outside at the land dressed in silver and reluctantly suppressed the urge to rush out and frolic. I indicated that I was a diligent student, unconcerned with the affairs beyond the window.
Sandora immediately put on a sad and aggrieved face, whispering, “But you went out with Qianqian yesterday…”
So that was it. I wondered why, ever since the walk with Qianqian yesterday, Sandora had been behaving restlessly and occasionally showing unease. It turned out she was worried about being neglected.
Although it was an unfounded worry, it left me at a loss for words of reproach.
I gently draped my arm over Sandora’s shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead, laughing as I asked, “Tell me, how much time did I spend with Qianqian yesterday?”
“Three hours, twenty-five minutes, and forty-eight seconds!” Sandora buried her head in my chest and mumbled her answer, without a hint of hesitation in her voice.
“And on average, how much time do I spend with you each day?”
“…That doesn’t count, I live here, you have to be with me! Otherwise, you would definitely keep your distance from me… I can’t even do the housework, nor am I gentle, and despite my hard efforts to learn cooking, I only managed to make food that’s barely edible. War is the only thing I’m good at, you’re probably with me out of pity… Also…”
Where did this train of thought come from?
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I flicked Sandora’s forehead and said, “Okay, okay, let’s switch it up then. Tomorrow I’ll bring Qianqian over to live here, and you move out, then I’ll accompany you every day to hang out, how’s that?”
Sandora left a teeth imprint on my arm to express her disapproval.
“So, stop overthinking it,” I said, quickly messing up Sandora’s treasured golden locks, “You and Qianqian are both my treasures; I haven’t neglected either of you. Instead of thinking about all this nonsense, you should focus on finishing your homework first.”
“I don’t want to write it!” Sandora bared her teeth at me, “I’m fed up with these stupid, senseless questions—do you actually plan on going to college to be a good student?”
I firmly shook my head.
This was what we had agreed upon after we returned; being superpower users and entangled with all sorts of messy titles, like Emperor Xyrin’s Consort, and having to rescue those Imperial Commanders who occasionally get taken for ‘tea’ by the authorities for disrupting public order and jeopardizing social harmony. On top of that, with the continuous emergence of Xyrin relics on Earth, it was impossible for Sandora and me to sit idly by. Looking for a college to peacefully and ordinarily attend was pretty much out of the question, so to avoid trouble, I simply had Lin Xue help with arrangements. After everyone graduated, we would enroll at a college controlled by her family, just to make an appearance, and then we would all band together to… ahem, deal with the everyday matters of the organization.
What organization, you ask? Of course, it’s about gathering all those bored Commanders! Did you think I’d let them mess around with counterfeit DVDs, lamb skewers, plastic jade, and gold-plated chains? Or, should they conquer the world under the banner of the Xyrin Empire?
Well, if we call it an organization, our group’s nature is indeed quite extravagant. In Lin Xue’s words, it’s a terrifying conglomerate that has crossed countless star systems, destroyed thousands of planes, and could quiet crying children in the Endless Void…
But although we shouldn’t stress too much over the college entrance exam, at least settle down and finish your homework quietly, you little brat!
How does the saying go? Time is like the cake beside Sandora; if you’re not careful, it disappears…
Finally, after enduring an unbearably suffocating time in the senior year of high school, during a scorching summer day, we, a group of Imperial Leaders, finally broke free from the weighty mountains of books and oceans of questions!
The moment we returned home after the exams, I felt Sandora was almost insanely happy, which was evident by her devouring the portions of three people’s meals and two sets of bowls and chopsticks. While I admired this treasure’s astonishing appetite and menu, I was also deeply shocked by the power of China’s educational system.
To have coerced the queen who battled alone for countless years in the Abyss World to such an extent—what a terrifying feat!
Then, it was time for Lin Xue to get busy. She used her family’s influence to arrange our school and the next four years of us ditching class, among other things. My situation was quite easy to handle; after all, my sister was my only family, and she was well aware of the truth about everything, so there wasn’t much to consider. Qianqian’s case was a bit more troublesome, as she had kept the matters about the Xyrin Empire from her family all along. Even Uncle Xu only knew about the existence of superpower users. But anyway—I left all these troubling issues to Lin Xue, the ultimate hard worker. A few days ago, I even gave her the latest model of a Subspace Sensor to tinker with. She was so delighted she almost bubbled at the nose. Now, all she had to do was run around and talk a bit; she couldn’t be happier!
After nearly a year of tumultuous senior high life, I can finally enjoy some real downtime. Next, we big idlers should seriously consider how to make up for the vacation that was disrupted by Lin Xue’s Sahara gold trip…