Chapter 14 Alien Invasion?

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I felt very tired, dizzy, weak all over, and nauseous.

I deeply realized that getting carried back and forth at 210 km/h by a Superwoman at midnight was undoubtedly an SB behavior. Even more idiotic was that I insisted on coming to class after a night of torture. This made me think of a terrifying idea—could it be that my latent M attribute was finally going to be activated?

... Chills!

After morning self-study, the classroom was as chaotic as a street corner right after city management arrived. There was noise all around with classmates running around energetically. Topics ranged from the U.S. selling missiles to Taiwan to what the school cafeteria was serving for lunch, from prehistoric people inventing barbecue thousands of years ago to the school shooting incident that happened yesterday. It felt like the entire world's possible topics were gathered in this tiny classroom, with vast amounts of information being processed into all sorts of strange shapes. Without subtitles, very few people could understand what they were saying.

In this noisy environment, I just wanted to take a good nap.

Of course, if possible, it was best to lie down to sleep.

In a daze, I saw a dark figure rushing at me with a whoosh sound.

Without looking closely, I knew who it was. This shadow was Zhao Hang, the first friend I made after coming to this school. Unlike me, who transferred here after high school, Zhao Hang had been here since middle school and knew much more about the school than I did. At the beginning of the school year, he helped me a lot. Despite being a bit boisterous, he was a decent person. His most noticeable characteristic was his mobile meat mountain physique and the agility that didn't match his weight. It was said that this guy weighed 190 pounds and was on the verge of breaking the 200 mark. According to the class monitor, selling him off would cover the class fees for two years...

"Chen Jun! Wake up! Looking like this so early in the morning, did you stay up all night?"

I lifted my head, the bloodshot eyes startling the big fat guy in front of me.

"Wow, Chen Jun, what's wrong with you? Did you really stay up all night? Even with your sister watching you, you still managed to sneak out to an internet cafe?"

"What if I told you I was meeting terrorists last night, would you believe it?"

"No." Zhao Hang shook his head firmly, causing waves on his face.

"Then we have nothing in common..." I said, my eyelids involuntarily starting to close again, and my voice gradually becoming blurry.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, don't sleep yet, I have big news, do you want to hear it?"

"Are the cafeteria buns on sale for lunch?"

"Not that."

"Alright, go away and don't bother me..."

Watching me close my eyes again, Zhao Hang was helpless.

However, although I had no interest in his news, it didn't mean others weren't interested. Soon, a voice timely saved Comrade Zhao Hang's fragile heart that was suffering a setback.

Qianqian, who always liked to listen to gossip, came over curiously and asked, "Fatty, what news?"

"Our menopausal homeroom teacher had a big incident at home and resigned!"

The class fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly became lively. Everyone was attracted by the news and gathered to inquire about it—this made it impossible for me to sleep.

"Alright, alright!" Zhao Hang suddenly waved his hand, looking around the expectant classmates with pride, then slowly said, "The point is in the details—do you want to know who our new homeroom teacher is?"

The classmates were silent for two seconds, then unanimously grabbed their chairs.

"Wait, I'll say it!" Faced with vanity and his life, Zhao Hang wisely chose the latter, "She's a great beauty!"

"Ah—" everyone exclaimed, then uniformly chanted, "According to your aesthetic standards?"

Zhao Hang's aesthetic view had always been a matter of interest, seemingly classifying any woman who didn't disrupt city appearances as beautiful. Later, it was rumored that any woman could catch Zhao Hang's eye, the latest version being that his scope had expanded to include anyone non-male. Optimistically, it was estimated that this might soon extend to Chun Ge...

Therefore, no one had any hope for Zhao Hang's "beautiful" homeroom teacher.

Seeing the indifferent reactions, Fatty got a bit anxious and loudly said, "What kind of reactions are those? I'm serious! She's a long-haired beauty! Not just by my standards, even two guys passing by said so!"

It seemed this guy had some self-awareness about his aesthetic view, at least he knew to find a normal person as a witness. Of course, we couldn't rule out the possibility of others sharing such special taste.

Seeing everyone still indifferent, Zhao Hang flicked his sleeves, "Anyway, you'll know soon. The first class is with the new homeroom teacher. Then you'll see! Hmph, definitely a long-haired beauty!"

Seeing Zhao Hang like this, everyone couldn't help but become somewhat skeptical, having a hint of anticipation for the legendary "long-haired beautiful homeroom teacher."

As for me... why did I feel so uneasy when Zhao Hang said "long-haired beauty"?

At this moment, the class bell rang.

Everyone quickly returned to their seats, holding their breath, waiting for the legendary beautiful homeroom teacher to arrive.

A rhythmic sound of footsteps was heard outside the door, then a beautiful lady with waist-length hair and an appealing figure, looking barely over 20, walked in.

"Wow—" all the boys exclaimed.

"Ah—" the girls were envious.

I slid under the desk with a swoosh.

I recognized her; she was the long-haired sister who almost became the President of the United States last night...

"Hello, everyone, I am your new homeroom teacher and will be responsible for your Chinese class. My name is Pan Lingling. I hope we get along well in the next six months..." the long-haired beauty on the podium said with a smile, her eyes occasionally sweeping toward me.

I thought your first words should be, "Ignorant Earthlings, you have been conquered! Surrender to the leadership of the Xyrin Empire immediately!"

I had no idea how I got through that class. The unsettling presence on the podium greatly affected me, making me feel like sitting on pins and needles. But luckily, all the boys were completely enamored with this alien terrorist. No one found my unease strange.

After class, my first task was to go to the middle school division to find Pandora and ask what was going on.

While dashing down the stairs of the school building, I collided hard with a tall man.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!" I hastily apologized, then turned to leave.

Three seconds later, I came back.

The tall man who bumped into me was standing straight, saluting with an Imperial Xyrin salute when he saw me turn back.

"How much counterfeit money did you print last night?" I asked darkly.

"Reporting, Emperor! We printed enough cash to support all the Imperial Commanders' living expenses in this world for four to five months," the man in front was one of last night's counterfeit money duo, "It will not cause a significant impact on this world's economy. During this time, we should be able to establish a sufficient autonomous force—oh, as per your order, through peaceful means."

"Then what are you doing here now?"

"Reporting, Emperor, I have successfully become a teacher in this school!"

As expected...

"What do you teach?" I was curious what a guy who was printing counterfeit money the night before could teach students.

"Ideological and political education and basic law!" the counterfeit money man answered robustly.

I felt Earth's next generation was experiencing a premeditated disaster!

Under the middle school building, Pandora appeared unperturbed facing my questions.

"As per your command, they found suitable jobs. Considering your safety, I arranged them around this school."

"... Alright, I don't doubt their abilities. But I have one more question—how did they find jobs? They just arrived in this world last night!"

"Brother, remember the Commander teleported into the tree trunk yesterday?"

I instantly thought of the unlucky guy who got pricked all night.

"Is he done with that?" I still cared about my subordinates' well-being.

"Almost done, the rest will get digested," Pandora answered indifferently. "That guy is the Commander of the Mind Assault Unit. His specialty is group mind interference."

... Can I take that aliens brainwashed the Earthlings?

While still feeling somewhat uneasy about it, I had to accept the result since I couldn't think of a better way to place these 300 people.

Thus, without anyone noticing, an alien invasion was completed just like that...

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