Chapter 14: Tactics of Sympathy (1/2)
Chapter 14: Tactics of Sympathy
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn
Wang Tong woke up in a room filled with sunlight, and he saw the space crystal laying quietly beside him. He figured Mr. Wannabe must have had a blast last night; therefore, he didn't even have the energy to bother Wang Tong like he always did in the morning.
Wang Tong stretched his body and inhaled a few large gulps of fresh morning air as he felt well rested from last night’s sleep. Although the process he had been forced to endure in order to get used to the sleep-practice had been painfully slow and strenuous, thanks to Mr. Wannabe's supervision, he had finally gotten used to it and ever since, it had been hard for Wang Tong to rest well without practicing the tactics.
For a human being, getting used to things was the answer to many conundrums in life.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a set of bloodshot eyes appeared right in front of Wang Tong and assaulted him with its bleary gaze. Wang Tong was startled and yelled at Mr. Wannabe, ”You scared me you a*shole!”
”There is something that I need to talk to you about,” Mr. Wannabe said with a drab and stern voice, which to Wang Tong's knowledge, had never matched with the topic that he was about to bring up.
”Ya, ya, what is it?” Wang Tong said inattentively while laid languidly on a sofa.
Mr. Wannabe narrowed his eyes and asked, ”Wang Tong my friend, and do you know what it is that you need the most right now?”
”Money.” There was not even the slightest delay in Wang Tong's reply as he had understood the importance of money ever since childhood, thanks to the greediness of Old Fart.
”Wrong! Young men like you should not be burdened by such worldly possessions. What you need the most right now is more sparring practice. Here, I have found a PA sparring program in the system. It looked great, but for some reason, I could not play. I’ve been itching for it restlessly for an entire night. Why don't you give it a try right now? I will watch.”
Since Mr. Wannabe had never been a reserved person or a ghost, he started forcing Wang Tong to play the program before he even had a chance to reply. Being helplessly obsessed with martial arts, Mr. Wannabe desperately needed Wang Tong to help deal with his anticipation.
”Excuse me, I, as an excellent student of the Ayrlarng Academy, do not have the time to waste on virtual games. The reality tells me that I need money really badly, so my time is better spent finding a part time job instead.”
Wang Tong had no interest in continuing the conversation and was ready to shut off the space crystal.
It was a new day and time for a brand new start in his life, as he remembered last night, he had many things to attend today.
”Wait! Is there no other way?!” Mr. Wannabe rounded his eyes and roared as if wanting to smack Wang Tong’s head.
”No way, unless you can pay me for it, otherwise, no means no!” Wang Tong uttered a voice command to shut off the crystal since he did not have the time to argue with Mr. Wannabe. He had to go to school and figure out his accommodation situation. Just like what folks always said, “Only the poor kids know how to look after themselves.”
While there were still many who had engrossed themselves in the game at Dream-Heaven, Wang Tong had already squatted in front of the school entrance to wait for the teachers to come.
Wang Tong snacked on a sandwich as he mulled over the most moving words he’d ever known, which he would then deploy to inspire the teacher's sympathy towards him. It was clear that not only had he learned a lot of street smarts from the hooligan like Old Fart, the experience of living with the piteous Old Fart had also attuned him to any rising opportunity so that he would not starve to death.