Chapter 30: Ian And His Backup Plan
Ian’s furious voice was very loud.
His questioning of Madison immediately drew the classmates’ gazes. The entire class’s whispers came to an abrupt halt. More than thirty pairs of eyes turned sharply toward Ian with expressions of astonishment.
“Ha?”
Madison’s hand was still suspended in mid-air, maintaining the posture from when she had pushed Ian. She slowly withdrew her hand, her expression full of confusion, clearly not understanding why Ian’s reaction was so intense.
“Yo~”
A whistle came from the back of the classroom, from the naughtiest student in the class, and soon several classmates started jeering, as if they thought there was some love-hate entanglement story between Ian and Madison.
Everyone crowded over wanting to eat melon.
“No no no, there’s no story between me and this guy for you to enjoy, this guy just lost his mind, I don’t even know why this guy’s reaction is so big!”
Madison rolled her eyes at everyone.
She was an expert at eye-rolling.
“The youth’s blushing is better than any sophistry.” Someone spoke in a pinched voice from the crowd, it was a classmate who liked to act weird, and the onlookers’ gazes became even more ambiguous.
“Eddy, what ghost shit are you spouting from your mouth?”
Madison pursed her lips with a face full of confusion, she turned her head to look at Ian who was shaking an empty medicine bottle, and was also startled, “Damn it, why are you blushing at a time like this!”
The blonde girl was also somewhat furious.
“I’m angry! Angry! Do you know how much you’ve cost me?” Ian immediately fired back, his voice carrying a sense of indignation.
He was calculating his losses.
The more he calculated.
The more his heart felt like it was dripping blood—Ian thought that if he encountered some strong enemy in the future and fell on the spot just short by a few points of experience, he would definitely become a ghost and not let his deskmate off.
“????”
Madison completely didn’t understand what Ian was expressing.
And at this moment.
“Good! I knew it!”
Emily, the girl with brown wavy curly hair, walked in from outside the classroom, asked the classmates about it, and immediately rushed toward Madison in extreme anger.
“Ian doesn’t like me! And you this bitch targeting me! Sure enough, there’s a reason!” As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Ian, but Ian didn’t even look at her.
No way around it.
Who could help it that the boy whose heart was dripping blood still had his lost upgrade buff on his mind. And this scene was interpreted by Emily as Madison’s “emotional manipulation” of Ian.
She gnashed her teeth at Madison.
Madison disdainfully rolled a huge eye-roll, emotionally stable, “Save it, Emily, I target you because you lack even that bit of talent to be a bitch.”
She made an exaggerated “distance” gesture with her fingers, the kind that Koreans would go wild over, “Suggestion: find a few more men to practice with? Oh wait—”
Madison’s acting skills were also somewhat exaggerated, but it was deliberately exaggerated, she suddenly covered her mouth as if realizing something, issuing merciless mockery toward Emily.
“Weren’t you already doing that? But why haven’t you improved at all? Did you only learn how to seduce others?” Madison took the lead in letting out mocking laughter.
“Fight! Fight~!”
The classmates, not minding the drama and loving the excitement, all started jeering. Emily was trembling with anger, about to roll up her sleeves for a hair-grabbing battle when the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
A man wearing glasses, who looked majestic without being angry, walked in.
“Quiet!”
Chemistry teacher Walter White had only come to Metropolis Public Middle School to teach this year, but he had plenty of majesty as a teacher, perhaps related to knowing quite a few gang members outside school.
There were rumors.
He was the leader of some gang.
The teaching profession was just camouflage to cover his identity as a gang boss. For this plotline somewhat magically altered from the son-in-law dragon king trope, there were actually quite a few students in the school who chose to believe it.
Precisely because of this.
The crowd that had been jeering just moments ago instantly scattered like birds and beasts.
Emily also slunk back to her seat.
“Class begins now.”
Walter White began the dull and boring chemistry teaching.
Lunch time.
The canteen was noisy and lively.
“Where is he? That ruthless person.”
Ian carried a dinner plate full of food and looked around, he spotted his target, so he walked straight over and sat across from the somewhat lanky boy from another class.
In the noisy environment.
A figure sat across from him.
“Hm?”
Sam Winchester looked up and saw Ian, not wanting to be Versailles-ed by Ian again, he subconsciously picked up his plate to stand and go eat somewhere else.
“Sam.”
Ian called out to him.
“Sam Winchester, right?”
He began confirming the other’s identity, “If my investigation is correct, you have an older brother named Dean Winchester, right?”
“Can I chat with you?”
Ian maintained his polite attitude. Originally, Sam Winchester didn’t want to communicate with Ian, but after hearing Ian mention his older brother, he came back around.
The dinner plate was put back on the table.
The two family heroes sat facing each other, unfortunately the atmosphere didn’t seem harmonious.
“What do you want to express?”
Sam Winchester stared dead at the classmate from the next class. He was a bit worried, but thinking his family had no women, he was slightly less tense.
“Why investigate me?”
Sam’s tone was unfriendly.
Ian didn’t answer directly.
“Some people at school think you’re aloof, so they often like to trouble you… I’ve already dealt with them for you.” Sensing Sam’s resistance, he first released his goodwill.
“Oh?”
Sam frowned upon hearing this.
“Dealt with those annoying guys for me? You mean, you’ve already chopped them into five pieces, put them in five different places, and burned them to ashes with salt and kerosene?”
“I hope you remembered to stab their hearts with a hunter’s knife soaked in holy water, that can tear their souls.” The boy who seemed like a little milk dog said something shocking.
He stated the horrifying method in the calmest voice.
“????”
Even Ian’s personality nearly couldn’t hold it together. Seeing Ian’s stunned expression, Sam smiled slightly, showing an “as expected” look.
“Looks like the reason you sought me out is related to my family’s profession.” Sam took a bite of the food on his plate, his earlier shocking statement clearly a probe.
“Smart.”
Ian sighed in admiration.
“My grades aren’t much worse than yours, thanks.” Sam responded while taking out a notebook, “You can tell me what situation you’ve encountered.”
“Are there supernatural events constantly happening around you, or do you always wake up from nightmares at night?” He wanted to take notes while doing a preliminary analysis of Ian’s situation.
Sam had gone through this process countless times from childhood to now.
However.
“I’ll get straight to the point with you.” Ian didn’t mention his love for controlling scores, allowing the other to match him, which was the best proof of his emotional intelligence.
“I actually don’t need your family’s ghost hunting business, I just hope you can go home and ask for me, check…” Ian first glanced around before leaning his body forward a bit.
“How can I take out the Grim Reaper?” Ian didn’t see the Grim Reaper’s existence around, but still lowered his voice, this was perhaps the true shocking statement.
“Hiss!”
Sam directly inhaled sharply.
“Are you mad? Actually wanting to take out a Grim Reaper?!” He clearly had ample knowledge reserves, actually knowing what Ian meant, which somewhat surprised Ian.
“Uh, not exactly.”
Ian pondered slightly.
“Phew~”
Sam had just exhaled in relief.
“The ones I want to take out are a nest of Grim Reapers.”
Ian began correcting his wording again.
“?!?!”
Sam’s eyeballs were about to pop out, his expression horrified and shocked, looking at Ian who didn’t seem to be joking, inwardly feeling he had probably met a real madman?
To kill a god!
A group of Grim Reapers!
What mental state allowed such bold thinking?
