Chapter 954: 590. Ex-wife

As Kunlun’s admission notices were gradually issued, news about the Time Traveler School quickly became trending.

However, no matter how the news fermented, no one on the internet knows where the school is located to this day.

A school that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, covering primary to university education, yet no one knows where it is built.

Luo Wanya, as usual, rode his bike to Los Angeles Institute of Technology, first returning the previously borrowed “Modern History of China” and “Biographies of Great Men”.

He also borrowed the new “Wang Yangming’s Mind Learning,” not because he had any particular interest in Wang Yangming, but just to understand the extraordinary life of one of China’s two saints and the principles he upheld.

There are only two saints in Chinese history, one is Confucius, and the other is Wang Yangming. Luo Wanya felt he might never understand Confucius in this lifetime, so he decided to try understanding the other one.

After borrowing the book, Luo Wanya went to the College of Humanities to attend a law class.

He finally attended the international relations class.

The international relations class teacher was still the charming and intellectual female teacher, who was now used to Luo Wanya attending her class.

Wearing glasses, Luo Wanya looked quite different from his usual self, but was still recognized by someone.

During the break, a male classmate walked up to him carefully and asked, “Hello, are you a member of the Daytime team? I think I saw you in the news. Online, everyone says you’re part of the Daytime.”

Luo Wanya smiled: “Yes, I am.”

The male student was somewhat surprised, thinking, how did he just admit it?

Luo Wanya said, “Being a member of Daytime is nothing to be ashamed of, there’s nothing that can’t be admitted.”

After all, photos of all the Daytime members have already been leaked, it would seem petty to hide it.

Moreover, Qing Chen had specially instructed about these things, that Daytime should be open and straightforward, without any need to shy away.

At this moment, the classmates in the classroom gradually became amazed. Recently, all matters concerning Daytime have been trending daily, especially since the Mysterious Business Department just recently offered bounties on all of Daytime.

Including the earlier incident of blowing up the Shrine, Daytime’s popularity soared higher than that of Kunlun and Kyushu for a time.

The most popular figure was Qing Chen himself.

His photo was already published by unscrupulous media, and when everyone saw the photo, they couldn’t connect the handsome young man with the one who wreaked havoc in Osaka City.

People thought, someone so good-looking should be singing, dancing, rapping, and playing basketball; how did he fight his way out of the A02 base and cause such a sensation?

Initially, people didn’t believe it was actually Qing Chen, but soon an ID named ‘Monopoly’ began to provide exclusive revelations online, such as details of Qing Chen’s life in the Inner World and the intricacies of the A02 battle, all things known to certain Inner World intelligence agencies, but not so clear in the Outer World.

Among them, a photo showing Qing Chen walking on the streets of City No. 10 was released.

He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie.

Behind Qing Chen were the detectives from Intelligence Department One, who revered him like a god.

He seemed like a newly-instated godfather of this era.

Monopoly also released a photo of Qing Chen alone, wearing a white tracksuit, looking isolated yet independent in the bright city…

It has to be said, Monopoly’s use of city surveillance technology was spot on, even better than paparazzi.

In the photo, the clean-cut young man looked drastically different from his rumored fierce image, and this stark contrast instantly garnered many fans.

After Monopoly’s revelations, popularity surged, and then yesterday they started taking advertisements and even planned to live broadcast to sell products.

This person made a fortune using Qing Chen.

In the past couple of days, someone even established a super topic for Qing Chen on Weibo, and there are countless daily sign-ins, making him quite the new generation traffic star…

Some production teams even contacted Jiang Xue, hoping to invite Qing Chen to act, but Jiang Xue rejected them all.

The female teacher stood on the podium, organizing her lesson plan while occasionally glancing at Luo Wanya with interest.

She seemed slightly curious why such a person would attend her class.

In the news, Luo Wanya of Daytime wasn’t portrayed as a scholar, but as a former underworld boss in Los Angeles City.

A female classmate came over and quietly asked Luo Wanya, “Hello, could we ask you to help get Qing Chen’s autograph?”

Luo Wanya laughed and shook his head: “That’s my boss, I can’t agree to such things on his behalf, sorry.”

Saying this, he stood up with his notes and walked over to the female teacher to ask some questions he didn’t understand in the lecture.

The female teacher looked at Luo Wanya with interest and said, “Mr. Luo, I’m curious, why at your age are you suddenly so interested in attending classes? As far as I know, you’re already a well-known figure in the school, not only attending my classes but also auditing law, Modern History of China, and macroeconomics. Can you tell me why?”

Luo Wanya thought for a few seconds and replied with a smile, “Many things I’m currently doing are beyond my capabilities, and while the organization develops, I clearly see the problems but don’t know how to solve them, so I want to recharge, seeking answers from others.”

“As far as I know, the issues in the Daytime organization don’t seem to require your involvement,” the female teacher was somewhat puzzled.

Luo Wanya smiled: “I wasn’t referring to Daytime.”

The Parents’ Meeting had gone through a wild growth cycle, and now it needed to align with Qing Chen’s wishes to become a stronger and more cohesive organization, which would pose many challenges.

For instance, establishing organizational culture, conveying organizational guidelines, improving personnel promotion procedures, and setting common goals and visions.

Luo Wanya never handled these before; for people of the underworld, the only guideline was money, pulling off a heist and then dividing the spoils.

However, the current Parents’ Meeting couldn’t be managed like that.

At this moment, the class bell rang, the female teacher glanced at the notes in Luo Wanya’s hands, “You have quite a lot of accumulated questions, how about you treat me to dinner after my shift tonight, and we can chat while we eat.”

Luo Wanya was stunned for a moment, his eyes lighting up, “Sure, I’ll drive to pick you up.”

Returning to the villa, Luo Wanya checked on the Daytime villa to confirm everyone was in training and didn’t need him for anything, then returned to his own place to bathe and change clothes.

By evening, he drove his Bentley Continental GT, worth over four million, and parked at the entrance of Kaiyuan Campus of Los Angeles Institute of Technology.

The female teacher, with all her charm, walked out from the campus gate and sat in the passenger seat. She briefly observed and then joked, “I bet this passenger seat hasn’t seen much use.”

Luo Wanya replied somewhat awkwardly, “This car is also rarely driven.”

In the high-end restaurant booked by Luo Wanya, the two hit it off as if they were old friends.

In matters of adult men and women, there is less innocence and shyness and more directness and desire.

During the meal, the female teacher asked many questions about the Inner World, having a keen interest in it.

They talked about the political system of the Inner World, the political system of the Outer World, then moved from modern history to ancient slavery.

Lastly, they discussed the Island Country, with Luo Wanya sharing his story of escaping to that place, and the female teacher sharing her amusing experiences while studying abroad in America.

As the dinner was about to end, the female teacher suddenly said, “With your abilities, you can fully have your own career and achievements. At your age, you have both the resolve and perseverance for learning and have your own means; you deserve better, not residing below others.”

Luo Wanya pondered for a moment, pretending not to understand, “What do you mean? You know I have a low level of education; I can’t understand hints.”

The female teacher smiled and shook her head, “It’s okay, I’m just speaking casually.”

Luo Wanya drove the female teacher back to the faculty family building. At the entrance of Los Angeles University of Technology Faculty Family Building, the female teacher smiled and asked, “My cat can make coffee, would you like to come up and take a look?”

Luo Wanya politely shook his head and said, “No need, it’s too late, if I go up, it might cause misunderstandings.”

“Being a gentleman at this time,” the female teacher glanced at Luo Wanya, smiling as she went upstairs.

The glance carried no contempt, the gaze flowed from the corner of her eye, in the night it was both gentle and teasing, alluring.

Luo Wanya drove his Bentley car aimlessly for quite a while, then stopped under a building.

He sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and watched a middle-aged woman walking upstairs arm in arm with her husband, with a calm yet slightly happy expression.

The middle-aged woman turned back inadvertently, saw Luo Wanya in the car, and told her husband with a smile, “You go up first; I ran into an old acquaintance.”

Finished speaking, she walked over, got into the car, and asked, “The scent of perfume in the passenger seat is just right, the person you just had in the seat must be much better than me, younger too.”

Luo Wanya chuckled and said, “Of course, when I married you back then, I knew nothing, didn’t pick from all the good ones and only liked you. Now I have knowledge and money, I certainly have to choose the best.”

The middle-aged woman teased, “Oh, I never saw you in a suit with a tie before, now you’re even wearing glasses, really like a Confucian businessman.”

“Just putting on an act; don’t the upper-class people all have to dress like this?” Luo Wanya said.

The middle-aged woman suddenly said, “Lao Luo, how long have we been divorced?”

Luo Wanya was momentarily stunned and suddenly answered with an unrelated sentiment, “Time passes so unyieldingly, lifting my head, it’s already half a lifetime.”

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