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Slice of Life of a System User

Target discovered. Binding host. Divine strengthening system successfully bonded to the host. Who is speaking? What is a divine strengthening system? The French teacher, infuriated by what she saw, frowned and stared daggers at the rude brat who was sleeping in the back row of her classroom. Aiden was one of the bottom students in the entire class. When he was not reading novels in class, he gave in to his lack of interest in the class and went to sleep, paying no attention whatsoever to his teacher. The most infuriating thing was that the homeroom teacher had even arranged for her dazzling daughter, Viola, to sit at the same table as this failure of a student. Do you want to know how the failure student become a Rich and a powerful Boy with lots of girls Hey hey this is Another one of my experiment on system genre This story has normal pace

Daoistslothh · Oriental
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107 Chs

78. The FBI Comes to Bayside

Aiden

faced a mountain of paper on his table, enough to give anyone a headache. But it wasn't

books and papers piled up there.

It was a stack of love letters, at least 180. He had arrived at school to find this wonderful

scene and junior year was enjoying their classroom being the center of attention. Since

the concert, countless talented girls had fallen in love with the elegant figure playing the

piano.

They had found where his classroom was and crammed love letters into his desk early

that morning. Because there were so many, the drawer was full and they had to pile

them up on top of the desk as well. According to students who had arrived earlier, a few

girls had almost come to blows over the position of their love letters.

In the corridor, a boy with gloomy eyes was quietly watching what was going on in the

classroom. It was Leo Barnes, the monitor for junior year, a gentle boy with white

glasses, who should, by rights, be the most important person in the class. Liaising

between the students and teachers, the monitor should be universally respected.

But this just didn't apply in junior year, where the brightest star by far was Aiden. His

was the name on everyone's lips, and he was the focus of all the teachers' attention. Leo

had felt trapped in the past month.

He had even heard that the class teacher, Mr. Harvey, intended to make Aiden monitor.

With Aiden's growing fame, Leo, who had no sense of security, felt that his position was

unsafe. Damn it! He punched the corridor railing, full of jealousy.

Everyone only knows of Aiden in junior year. They don't know me even though I'm the

monitor. I'm not letting this happen.

I have to find a way to make Aiden disappear. In the classroom, Viola pursed her small

mouth and was sulking in the dark. These shameless girls, sending love letters.

Viola was secretly angry that she had not thought of it herself. Tess and Millie looked at

Aiden with adoration on their faces. It was like being the protagonist of a comic book.

He was so popular. Aiden, if you can't read them all, I'll read some for you, they giggled.

Viola put her hands on Tess' waist and pushed her away, as fierce as a little tigress.

Millie, you get away too. She reached out her hand and swept all the love letters into a

bundle. Looking at the shocked eyes of the crowd, she blushed and said guiltily, I'm just

thinking of Aiden with all this in his way.

As if she was worried that people would not believe her, she immediately added,

besides, the exam is about to start. We can't let these things affect his concentration.

Shocked, the students returned to their seats and nervously looked at the examination

materials.

Today was the first day of exams. They would last for three days, with nine subjects. For

Aiden, they were nothing.

He could get full marks with his eyes closed, but the morning's love letters meant

nothing to him either. If he got full marks in all his exams, that might cause a stir in the

school. But his goal now was to learn in a low-key way, not to get meaningless attention.

Aiden suddenly made a decision. He would deliberately get worse test results.

Under the careful arrangement of Aiden, some

mistakes appeared in his examination papers.

These mistakes were meant to make his examination papers look less perfect. When the

monthly examination was in full swing, a distinguished guest came to the office of Mr.

Turkle. Kathy Fortenberry, one of the members of the Otis High School board, entered

Mr. Turkle's office in silence.

What do we know about Aiden Dale? Ms. Fortenberry asked flatly. Her expressionless

face and cold green eyes made Mr. Turkle shiver. He seems to be from a normal family.

I think they have a little restaurant over on East Street, he said. Mr. Turkle looked at

Aiden's student file. His parents paid his tuition up front, but I think it was tough for

them.

Judging from their appearance, they're not as well off as most of our families. What Mr.

Turkle did not know was that the information in his hands was that of Aiden when he first

entered Otis High. Now more than a month has passed, and Aiden has undergone earth-

shaking changes.

Hmm, he hummed to himself. Aiden's grades were average, and nothing stood out in his

file. Mr. Turkle thought there might be some connection between Aiden and Wiles' family, but wasn't sure.

But perhaps it had been a coincidence that Mr. Wiles took the lead in the talent show's

decision. Ms. Fortenberry said to Mr. Turkle, My nephew has not thought about food and

tea these last few days. He was hit hard by losing his title at the talent show.

I think he's even lost weight. Do you know how to rectify this, Principal? The appointment

and removal of the post of Principal was decided by the school board Mr. Turkle naturally

knew that his career was in the hands of Ms. Fortenberry. But he himself had a bad

impression and was not fond of Aiden, which coincided with Cathy's will.

With a gloomy smile, Mr. Turkle assured her, Don't worry, Ms. Fortenberry. I'm sure I'll

take out this evil spirit for your nephew. Three days later, Aiden completed his first high

school monthly examination.

Compared with other students' uneasiness, Aiden only felt that it was boring. The

monthly examination results would be released in a week. Aiden had decided to relax

and take it easy until the results came out.

The midnight snack restaurant was doing so well that it no longer required as much of

Aiden's time. He began to encourage Olivia to pursue her dreams. After all, she had been

a top student in the Department of Economics and Management at Westfield University.

How could she continue to be a waitress all her life? Over the last few weeks, Olivia had

proven herself to be of strong character and very competent. Knowing her ambitions,

Aiden decided to make her the assistant manager. Olivia could more than handle the

restaurant's business matters, and the new position would help her achieve her dreams

while also giving Aiden some time off.

It was rare for Aiden to have any free time these days. With Olivia taking charge, Aiden

could visit Arthur this weekend. Arthur had invited Aiden over several times, but Aiden

was too occupied to visit.

He could no longer justify excusing himself because of the restaurant. On Saturday night,

Aiden went to Arthur's home with a gift. Most people like to stay away from the noise of

the city, but Arthur's home was even beyond the suburbs.

While the Kay family lived in the northern suburb, the Wiles lived east of the city. Aiden

took a taxi out to Arthur's home. An important commendation meeting was being held in

the Bayside Police Department.

The chief of the police was a tall, handsome young man. This time, if it was not for the

important information and close cooperation provided by the Bayside Police Department,

the FBI would not have been able to wipe out the spy ring. Officer Robert, you have

made great contributions, an agent said.

The young man had a bright smile and was very handsome.

The FBI Comes

to Bayside Officer Sophie, who was quite a spitfire, was behaving like a lady today.

She sat quietly before the stage and looked up at the speaker with deep admiration.

Nathan Harris, director of the National Security Branch of the FBI, grew up in the same

neighborhood as Sophie. But while she joined the police academy, he ran off to be a

soldier.

Director Harris was not an ordinary soldier. He had been part of Special Ops. After

several years of training with Special Ops, he moved over to the National Security

Branch of the FBI, the NSB, as its new director.

The NSB was responsible for dealing with the anti-espionage work of the nation, and

Nathan was the perfect person to lead this important department. Sophie had idolized

Nathan since childhood. Today, when she saw Nathan for the first time in years, Sophie

was very excited.

Director Harris, you flatter me. Officer Roberts said with a shake of his head. This time

the Bayside Police cannot take sole credit.

We had the help of a