Chapter 61: Teacher Ascends To Heaven! Grim Reaper Returns!
The Kent Family’s morning was not peaceful.
However, Mr. Little Kent’s school life was still relatively calm.
In the classroom, sunlight slanted through the window and sprinkled on the desk. Ian pushed up his new glasses on his nose bridge and turned to look at his blond deskmate who always arrived in the classroom right on time.
“Hello, lady.”
He deliberately lowered his voice, maintaining politeness.
However.
Madison’s gaze was quite strange.
“Study maniac, what trick are you trying to pull again?” She glanced at Ian’s slightly changed face, “Want me to compliment your new glasses? They don’t look like any fashionable nameplate either.”
For mainstream luxury goods, Madison had a doctoral level of expertise, so she was very sure that the glasses Ian was wearing on his face were no different from the mass-market brands that could be bought for a few dozen US dollars on the roadside.
“Sigh~”
Ian had already tried more than ten times today, but still couldn’t successfully use his old man’s glasses once. He suspected that these damn glasses had a built-in owner recognition function.
“Maybe I don’t have a bio-electric field.”
The boy thought with some regret in his heart.
Madison seemed to have long been accustomed to Ian’s fickleness. After plopping down on her own chair, she started pulling out cosmetics, and spent the entire morning’s courses fine-tuning her makeup.
The teacher turned a blind eye to this.
“I have an audition after school.”
The girl smugly wanted to share her life with her friend.
However.
【You seriously did drawing, comprehended some writing skills,【 student】 profession experience points+1】
【You seriously did drawing, comprehended some writing skills,【 student】 profession experience points+1】
……
Ian was leveling up.
Wanting to bring The Boys into the world sooner to see if he could unlock Homelander’s template profession this way, he didn’t even put on a perfunctory show, which left Madison utterly speechless.
“What are you drawing?”
She leaned over to look at Ian’s sketchbook.
Only to see.
On it, a character that looked like Superman was performing—Moon Fang Heaven-Piercer.
“Hiss!”
Madison sucked in a cold breath.
“Defaming Superman’s image like this, aren’t you afraid Superman will come looking for trouble?” To be honest, Madison also thought this comic was pretty novel, but she was still a bit worried about her deskmate’s “safety.”
Superman certainly wouldn’t kill a kid.
But that didn’t mean Superman wouldn’t beat a kid.
“No need to worry… Superman’s heart is truly very broad; his son can vouch for it.” Ian didn’t look up and continued with his creation.
He didn’t dare add too many of his own ideas, afraid of affecting his profession acquisition effect, which also made him feel that this work was slightly lacking in a tiny bit of talent.
“Uh, Superman has a son? Your little rumor is wild enough, more outrageous than the gossip I saw online.” Madison naturally wouldn’t believe Ian’s “nonsense.”
Just like that.
Amid the idle chat.
Time flew by.
Soon it was lunchtime.
Canteen.
With demon hunters at home and an extraordinary background, Sam Winchester sneaked over and sat across from Ian. After looking around left and right, he handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
“Everything my family knows about the Grim Reaper is on here.”
He said softly.
“Okay, thanks, Sam.”
Ian took the paper and casually stuffed it into his pocket, continuing to shovel the mashed potatoes on his dinner plate.
“You’re not going to look?”
Sam was a bit surprised.
Ian’s expression stiffened slightly, “I’ve had an enlightenment, the kind of complete realization, so suddenly I’m not that into fighting and killing anymore. I think the Grim Reapers’ lives are lives too.”
He gave a vague answer.
“????”
Sam looked baffled.
As if he completely didn’t understand what Ian was saying.
And at that moment.
Ian saw a classmate from the next class wearing somewhat shabby clothes. He suddenly seemed to think of something and put down his fork, “By the way, do you need the premium lunch loan?”
This was one of Ian’s core businesses at school.
Wide audience.
Sam was clearly stunned after hearing this.
“No need, my family has a credit card.” He chose to refuse. As a traditional demon hunter family, they never spent their own money on meals; credit card fraud was their core skill.
“Alright.”
Ian nodded regretfully.
“Um… so, my dad should be fine, right? You won’t go looking for trouble with him, will you?” Sam hesitated for a moment but still mustered the courage to ask Ian.
“Of course not, I’m not a school bully.”
Ian gave a strange look at the overly cautious classmate in front of him.
“Uh…”
Sam didn’t believe Ian’s words.
Probably the only one in the whole school who thought he wasn’t a school bully was Ian himself—his limited emotional intelligence came into play, and he ultimately didn’t speak the truth, instead getting up and leaving as if a stone had been lifted from his heart.
After seeing Sam off, Ian quickly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and devoutly whispered: “Thank you, great Miss Death, for granting me this wonderful lunch today…”
He was probing if the Goddess of Death had been peeking at him earlier.
The response came quickly as always.
“You had a wonderful lunch, and now you come to disturb my lunch?” It was a voice with annoyance and questioning, but after hearing it, Ian didn’t respond.
After all, the probe was done.
His daily dose of emotion had been connected.
No need to overdo it.
“Also thanks to my godfather.”
Ian showed no favoritism. After finishing dinner, it was time for afternoon PE class. Ian blended into the crowd for running, deliberately controlling his speed to stay in the middle of the pack.
“Ian! Help me up!”
Simp girl Emily fell down right in front of Ian.
Ian took a step.
And directly jumped over the obstacle.
He knew well that superheroes should hide their extraordinariness like this in a crowd.
“…”
This time Emily, who really fell, was stunned.
She received merciless mockery from Madison and several other girls.
During free activity time, most classmates would choose a sports activity, but Ian believed in the power of technology to strengthen the body, planning only to go to the gym after school to buy a few dragons to try out.
Therefore.
He found a secluded step to sit on, pulled out a stack of crumpled money from his pocket, and started counting it bill by bill. His deskmate Madison, who also didn’t like sports much, seemed to have just finished arguing with someone.
Her hair was disheveled.
There were a few nail scratches on her face.
“What are you doing here?” Madison saw Ian recording something in his little notebook and sat down next to him, casually taking Ian’s cola.
“Doing accounts.”
Ian didn’t like looking up when he was serious.
“You still need to tally how much money you’ve collected?” Madison’s tone was astonished. She glanced roughly at the money in Ian’s hand—there were at least a few thousand US dollars.
This was definitely a huge sum.
Even for adults.
“This is for tax reporting.”
Ian let out a long breath, having calculated his minimum tax amount.
“God, you’re a genius. Collecting protection money at school, and you actually consider tax issues?” Madison was obviously hearing about this for the first time.
She widened her eyes.
Looking at Ian like he was an alien.
“First, this is labor income, not protection money. Second, what do I have to do for people to believe I’m one of America’s truly law-abiding citizens?”
Ian looked at Madison strangely too. Not because he thought she was an alien, but because he seemed to see a future where Madison was taken away by the tax bureau for tax evasion.
“…”
The delinquent girl was left speechless.
And at that moment.
“Boom!!!”
A deafening explosion suddenly came from within the campus, and the ground trembled along with it. Students looked around in panic and soon discovered the source of the explosion was the direction of the teaching building.
Thick smoke was billowing out from a window.
“That’s… our chemistry classroom?”
Madison shaded her eyes from the sun and squinted toward the teaching building.
“Let me see.” Ian also looked up, then seriously started counting, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…”
His behavior puzzled Madison greatly.
“What are you counting?”
Madison widened her eyes but couldn’t see anything in the thick smoke.
“I’m counting our chemistry teachers.”
Ian counted several times.
Confirming that chemistry teacher Walter White definitely had no chance of rescue. He saw the Grim Reaper in black clothes in the smoke, and next to the Grim Reaper stood a girl with blue hair.
“Huh? Don’t we only have one chemistry teacher?” No wonder she was a delinquent girl with poor grades; Madison clearly still hadn’t figured out what Ian was counting.
“Not anymore.”
Ian calmly answered, his gaze fixed on the teaching building.
The Grim Reaper and the girl were talking.
Quite intensely.
Ian looked forward to seeing them pull each other’s hair.
