The devil in a saint clothing

On the fourth day, I went lazily to the volleyball court—I really dragged my bored ass around like a hopeless idiot. I found no crowd there except one person. It was as I had anticipated. Of course, no one would bother spending time here without active competition days—except some distinguished people. They're unique after all, I smirked.

This person looked incredibly depressed; the ghost knows what torturous thought plagued him. In fact, he was out of human reach. As I got closer to him, I found out he had a slim brow. However, I couldn't clarify why being close to him threatened to bring so many tears to my suffering eyes. The most unbelievable part was his sense of dressing! Even if he appeared heavily depressed: why would he wear black? It completely complemented his isolated temperament. How intriguing!

"Yo! Feng Shanyuan." I casually waved at him. Anyone could easily praise us as friends because my casual behavior toward him brought us a distance closer. Even the said person wasn't any different—he was shocked.

'How I will play this game would determine my medal in either social destruction or building. But I prefer chaos.' I sighed.

The student turned and looked at me in surprise. It was written all over his face: how did you find me? Or perhaps how did you know about me? But he tried to remain calm. However, it was in vain in front of my eyes because I saw all the clues; regardless, I still needed to ascertain the truth.

"May I sit?" I chuckled proudly. In my mind, I suddenly conceived a genius idea. 'What would I have done if that ungrateful gods-mind wasn't absorbing and restraining chaotic energy. Perhaps, I would have pretended to be his inner demon.' In my inner mind, I smirked devilishly.

He looked at me and then sighed. "Do whatever you want but don't disturb my peace." He was skeptical.

'What was his peace compared to having a lord like me around him? What a big heart.' I felt like lighting a burning fire around him and slowly closing on the fire to him so that he would feel good. Well, I would forgive him for now.

Time for my comedic display! I felt like something absorbed my strength! 'How the hell did I turn into a clown? I see heaven always thinks of playing pranks on people. They shouldn't forget who was the lord here. And this ghost, Li Min—if not for her, would I be doing this irritating thing?' I cursed under my breath and relaxed once again. I looked at the vacant volleyball court and laughed loudly like an insane person. "These players sure are playing hard, huh!? The white players are incredibly decent—mostly because their breast jingles up and down in succession." I thought. 'After now: I should probably murder this ghost to save myself from this insane disgrace.'

However, Feng Shanyuan looked at me with curiosity. I bet he was thinking: what was I scheming? Nevertheless, I was not bothered in the slightest. I continued commentating on my invisible match. After a few groans of irritation, Feng Shanyuan became interested instead. Weird fellow! He wanted to know what I saw. Particularly the aspect of girls. Soon, he began to bother me about the team scoring the highest and the most beautiful team players. I described the stupid imaginary things and even gave them lamps of disparity and excellent demeanor. I particularly amplified their physical features, much to my shame.

I was good at bullying people. In fact, it wasn't always bullying the weak as it was much to messing around and generously distributing headaches and burning the universe. If there is anything I fell short of, that would be my bad experience with the opposite sex. I literally have nothing to offer since I spent my whole life creating different sweet troubles. It was my only major! So I suck at girls' stuff.

By now, I had gradually begun to convince the kook. "Men, the match is so cool from your descriptions." Feng Shanyuan said, even though he was unable to see anything. People would definitely group us in the unique category of eccentric.

"Yeah!" I answered him with vigor while my inner image boiled in rage and shame. 'I'm dead!' I complained.

"Hey, I think I remember you. You should be Gang Fang, right? The class delinquent. Surprisingly, you are a good fellow."

'Gang Fang? No fellow, it's not Gang Fang but Guang Fang' why didn't I see this comedy coming. Is it a change of course or something?

"How do you mean?" I asked him, still in the merry mood. Well, a pretended delighted climate.

"Well, you decided to cheer me up."

"Cheer you up, huh!" I muttered to myself. 'Only if I had another way! Who wanted to associate with a ghost. Not to mention cheering you! I haven't even finished cheering Jian He, not to mention you. But what can I do?'

"So why are you here?" he asked, still happy.

"Well, I was passing by as I sighted you. And as a good murderer. No, good citizen, I decided to drop by. Also…" 'would you really believe that?' I thought.

Also, what?" Feng Shanyuan asked, confused.

"Although it looks insane, I am asking some questions to random people," I told him. 'This excuse was even unbelievable.'

"Okay! So what question are you asking?"

"Are you sure you want to be answering some unknown questions? Anyway, if you answer the question, I will introduce you to a beautiful damsel. This person is a lot of fun, you know?" l chuckled with ecstasy.

"Really!?" Feng Shanyuan beamed with joy.

"The girl I will introduce you to is Li Min, and don't worry because I recommended you—it will be easier. She will be kind to you. Don't you want to?' I pressured slightly. I was merely getting to him. One thing that was clear about this test was that even if it was a gregarious guy, garrulousness, or even chatty guy—the school limited them by some unknown condition. In addition, if no one fulfilled these conditions, they wouldn't talk to the person. Of course, different conditions might get to the same destination even though they are not the same. So someone might use a different approach and get the same result.

"So, are you ready for my question? No to be precise, my statement. You can just confirm it or not." I mused, and Feng Shanyuan nodded with sparkling eyes.

Instantly, I whispered what only Feng Shanyuan heard as the gust of wind slapped our long hair gently. However, I saw his eyes filled with shock! It was a laughable expression.

Back to my room, I rechecked and reevaluated the reply I got from Changming Quan on the third day of the exam with a smile. This message gave me the most of the plan.

How did you manage your part? I sent a short message to Changming Quan on the second day of the exam. He already stated that he recruited some accountable guys he promised to protect. Again, Changming Quan said he and his guys followed Shirong Gang, Taiwan Bohai, and then Shen Yongrui. He stated that Shirong Gang and Taiwan Bohai trailed Ru Nui, and because of that, they caught a glimpse of an abandoned basketball structure. It was then they knew the connection between Ru Nui and Chonglin Mingxia.

Changing Quan's report yielded more results than I expected. This result made me file a report as anonymous about Huizhong Qianfan with fabricated evidence. Then I blocked all the others from accessing that page except Chonglin Mingxia. I had bet that she would research any bullying incident in this school. So I directly help her out. In any case, it was not all that lie. Huizhong Qianfan really had a bit of a messy past; I just roughened it up a bit. Regardless, I was sure Huizhong Qianfan would notice it, which would give Chonglin Mingxia the opportunity of blackmailing it for the truth. And she would skillfully accept that he is the bully. A perfect scheme! Magnifying someone's past to camouflage the present fact. We could call that: taking and controlling the initiative.

In fact, as I was scrolling through the reports, three messages buzzed on my phone. I saw Toa Fen's report, which included a video recording about Weshing Biyu. I also saw a memo from Xiu Ying about Fu Wei and a video recording. Furthermore, I saw a statement from Li Min about Weisheng Zhi and a video, including massive curses. Even though I had told her to do whatever she wanted—she still wanted to report to me. 'Loyalty!? I guess I've started to grind her pride as I change her dimensions. In any case, it was yet enough. I want total submission. I want all traces of arrogance to disappear.'

While I was musing about her, my door alarm rang heavily. I went for the door and saw Li Min: the devil in Saint clothing. In fact, couldn't she have waited for me to call her? She just came anyway, without any announcement. Now that she had appeared here, I might as well give her the names to submit.