My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

The deputy director closed the file and put down the pen, still brooding over the bald man’s "teaching ability," muttering non-stop: "A failure, such a failure."

"Um..." Chen Yu sat in the interrogation chair, cautiously asking, "Deputy director, may I go now?"

"The record has already been taken." Sighing, the deputy director waved his hand wearily: "Go back."

"Okay, then I’m leaving."

"Also, from now on, you should call me Director."

"Alright, alright, alright."

Picking up his jacket and putting on his hat, Chen Yu got up and left.

This interrogation room always brought back some not-so-pleasant memories.

He didn’t want to stay there for a moment longer.

"Oh, right." The deputy director also stood up, suddenly stretching out his hand to stop Chen Yu.

"Ah? Is there something else?"

"Just wanted to congratulate you," the deputy director pursed his lips. "From a ’top global murderer’ to now a ’top scholar in the national exams,’ you really impress me."

"Not bad, not bad." Chen Yu replied nonchalantly.

"Although your ’top scholar in the national exams’ is a likely prophetic title that will probably ensure you really become the top scholar, I still hope you’ll study hard and do well in your exams."

"Thanks, thanks. Anything else?"

"That’s all."

"Bye-bye!"

Putting on his jacket, Chen Yu walked away without looking back.

Watching Chen Yu’s departing figure, the deputy director stood rooted to the spot, increasingly admiring the educational level of the Iron Blood Gang Leader.

He knew all too well how stubborn Chen Yu was!

Even in the Human Security Bureau in the capital, he had infuriated a professor to death.

And that ordinary gang leader managed to tutor such a person into becoming a top scholar in the national exams...

"A great talent of our human race indeed."

"Pity, he took the wrong path..."

...

After leaving the interrogation room and walking out of the gates of Hongtukeng Police Station, Chen Yu stretched his arms and took a deep breath. Looking at the vast sky and the hues of early winter, he felt a great sense of relief.

"Finally free."

"Ah——"

After savoring the moment, he glanced sideways and saw a familiar figure.

Turning his head for a closer look.

It was his chubby neighbor.

"Did you finish with the record?" Seeing Chen Yu looking over, the chubby neighbor scratched his head.

"It’s done." Chen Yu walked over and hugged his neighbor tightly: "Brother, thanks. You saved my life."

Indeed.

The police were able to locate the Iron Blood Gang’s secret base largely thanks to the neighbor’s help.

Because this chubby guy had hidden a tracker in the sole of his shoe...

His aim, of course, was to avoid Chen Yu.

As a result, there were a few days when Chen Yu really couldn’t find him. He even thought his room had been bugged and had to order a drone and monitor from his window to finally discover the chubby "hidden" location.

"When you noticed I was missing, did you report it yourself?" Chen Yu asked after releasing his neighbor.

"Ah... no." The chubby neighbor kept scratching his head: "It was the police who came to check on you as usual, and that’s how they found me."

"I knew it." The warmth in Chen Yu’s heart instantly faded: "You’d fucking prefer I was dead, would you even call the police?"

"No, no, no! I just..."

"Alright, enough talk." Chen Yu, not caring, looped his arm over his neighbor’s shoulder and walked towards the station’s main yard: "Anyway, you did save my life. Come on, I’ll treat you to a big meal."

Ten minutes later.

The two walked into a fast-food restaurant and sat at a window seat.

"Your idea of a big meal is hot and spicy soup?" The chubby neighbor’s face turned sour.

"This is Zhang Lang Spicy Bright, their food is delicious," Chen Yu pulled open a can of Coke: "And they give generous portions. I used to order their takeout a lot."

"..."

The chubby neighbor didn’t speak either, just imitated Chen Yu by grabbing a can of Coke and pulling it open.

"Pop—"

It sprayed all over him.

Soon, the hot and spicy soup was served.

Both guys silently buried their heads and wolfed down their food.

After all, they were rough men. There wasn’t anything to talk about in this scene.

Plus, there was some unspoken barrier between them, which lasted until the meal was over. Neither said a word.

"Clack."

He set down his bowl, drained the last bit of soup, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Finished eating?"

"Done," the chubby neighbor licked his lips.

"Let’s go."

Donning his jacket, Chen Yu walked out of the restaurant with the neighbor, standing on the sparsely populated street corner. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled off the neighbor’s hat.

The words "Useless Otaku" shone like stars.

"What are you doing!" The chubby neighbor was startled and quickly snatched his hat back, putting it on his head.

"That’s so you." Chen Yu clicked his tongue, uncertain whether it was mockery or admiration.

"Let’s go home." The neighbor turned and started walking in the direction of his house.

"Hey, come back here." Chen Yu grabbed the neighbor’s collar, a mysterious smile forming on his lips, "I’m going to give you a great opportunity."

Chubby neighbor: "...your mouth’s almost at your ear."

"That’s not important," Chen Yu’s smile faded, "Did you not understand what I said? I’m going to give you a great opportunity."

"Don’t want it," the chubby neighbor wiped his mouth, "I’ve had my fill of those."

"I’m talking about fortune here, not meals! Where are you even from?"

"From the northwest," the neighbor said blankly.

"Then why are you speaking in a northeastern accent?"

"We talk like this in the northwest too."

"Enough chitchat." Chen Yu waved his hand, getting straight to the point, "I don’t like owing favors to people. You’ve helped me, and I need to repay you."

"No need!" The chubby neighbor stepped back in fear, "Don’t repay me."

"Relax, it’s something good." Chen Yu forcefully pulled the neighbor, got into a taxi, and said to the driver, "Master, to the local Supernatural Bureau office."

"Got it," the driver glanced at Chen Yu through the rearview mirror, nodded, and stepped on the gas.

The scenery outside the window rapidly retreated.

Chubby neighbor felt uneasy, "Where are you taking me? The… Supernational Bureau office?"

"You’ll know when we get there."

"Squeak—"

The car stopped, the driver turned around, "We’re here."

Chen Yu: "Did you even drive a hundred meters?"

"I was wondering too. The office is right across the street," the driver pointed out the window, "Why’d you even take a cab?"

"Forget the fare. Sue me if you like." Exiting the cab angrily, Chen Yu stormed off, "Made me get in a cab when it’s this close."

"Crazy!"

The driver also cursed under his breath, hitting the accelerator and shooting forward.

A throttle burst a few dozen meters away...

"We’re here." Chen Yu stopped in front of an imposing doorway, raised his hand, and pointed at the sign "Human Supernatural Bureau Qingcheng City Office," smiling, "This is the great opportunity I’m giving you."

"Your life won’t be ordinary from now on."

"That’s right. You, you are that one in ten thousand superpowered being!"

"..."

"Too happy to speak?"

"..."

"...Where the hell did he go?" Chen Yu looked around in astonishment.

He saw in the distance a chubby figure being kicked out of a taxi on the roadway.

...