The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 21

The sudden turn of events filled the principal of No. 2 High School with absolute joy. “It’s no trouble at all! No trouble! You can stay as long as you like! I’ll go make the arrangements for you right now!”

Elated, he hurried out to find staff to set up the activity room, leaving Fu Qingya and the floral-shirted principal alone in the office. The host had abandoned his own post in his excitement to get things moving.

Seeing him leave, the floral-shirted principal nudged Fu Qingya and stood before him, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“What kind of bribe did you give that old fossil? How did you get a stingy miser like him to offer up a luxury activity room as bait to keep you here?”

Fu Qingya sighed. “Uncle, don’t get involved. Knowing the details won’t do you any favors. In the end, this has nothing to do with you.”

The floral-shirted principal’s eyebrows shot up. “How can you say it has nothing to do with me? You’re my nephew! Your business is my business! Of course I need to know. What if that old fox is trying to swindle you?”

Fu Qingya felt a wave of helplessness. He was naturally detached, rarely feeling strong desires or emotional swings, but his uncle had loved teasing him since he was a toddler. Back then, the older man could make him flush with frustration, and even now, he still knew exactly how to push his buttons.

“If knowing this information meant you might end up in prison for decades just for saying one wrong word, would you still want to hear it?” Fu Qingya asked, his voice heavy and solemn.

In truth, regardless of whether there was progress on the “Hidden Thunder” research, everything related to it was now classified at the highest level of national security. For someone like his uncle, who loved to share stories over a few drinks, a slip of the tongue could easily result in a charge of leaking state secrets.

The timid and cautious principal in the floral shirt went silent instantly. He knew his limits; something that could land him in a cell for half his life was far beyond his pay grade. No matter how curious he was, he couldn’t afford that price. He certainly didn’t want to spend his golden years behind bars for prying into national secrets.

Properly spooked, the uncle pivoted away from high-level intelligence and moved on to fussing over Fu Qingya instead.

He began a relentless barrage of questions, ranging from grades and exams to parents and home life, then from meals and sleep to general moods and feelings. Each question was more detailed than the last.

Surrounded by the chatter, Fu Qingya felt his head start to throb. Fortunately, the No. 2 High principal returned at that moment with several staff members in charge of the activity rooms. Fu Qingya immediately pushed his uncle toward the other principal.

“In that case, I’ll head to the activity room with these two teachers to check things out.”

“Principal Luo, please see our principal out.”

No one knew the true relationship between Fu Qingya and the principal of No. 1 High. Fu Qingya never brought it up, and since he always addressed him as “Principal” like the other students, he maintained that professional distance now.

“Hey! Qingya, wait”

The floral-shirted principal opened his mouth to call him back, but Fu Qingya had already grabbed the two bewildered teachers and vanished from the office.

“Old Mo, wait a second, I have some matters I need to discuss with you.”

The principal of No. 2 High had caught the desperate look in Fu Qingya’s eyes. With sudden, perfect coordination, he stepped in to block Mo Yuqian, the No. 1 High principal.

The uncle, who had intended to ask when Fu Qingya was returning to school, found himself delayed just long enough to lose sight of his nephew entirely.

Fu Qingya made his escape. Under the diligent guidance of the two teachers, who were also organizers for the exchange student welcome event, he unlocked the activity room and was handed his own key.

According to the teachers, the room was currently stocked with a variety of mineral materials. For the duration of his stay at No. 2 High, these resources were entirely at his disposal, and he was told there would be no issue even if he used them all up.

Once they left, Fu Qingya turned back into the room and immediately lost himself in the work.

The equipment here was a mix of state-funded tech and donations from prominent alumni. While the quality and performance of the gear varied, most were newer models with solid capabilities, and the inventory of raw materials was impressively complete.

Fu Qingya’s eyes swept over several large-scale research instruments he had only ever heard of from his teachers—things he had dreamed of but never actually seen in person.

Among the materials were many restricted substances—not necessarily precious, but extremely difficult to find on the open market. They were exactly what he needed.

Fu Qingya’s eyes visibly brightened. He pressed a button on his black-and-gold wristwatch. With a series of mechanical clicks, various weapons and components began to detach from his body.

These tools had been hidden so seamlessly that, had they not suddenly clattered onto the floor, no one would have guessed he was carrying such a strange array of hardware.

Fu Qingya gathered the tools and laid them out on a workbench. His expression darkened with focus, his gaze sharpening. He began using the sensitive, modern equipment to modify his personal arsenal using the available materials.

Though Fu Qingya was a “wild-style” scientist who hadn’t been processed through the formal educational systems or programs of the current era, making his inventions somewhat erratic, he possessed a knowledge base far deeper than most scholars.

During the Star Era, Fu Qingya had been everyone’s last hope. He possessed an intuition and creativity in physics, biology, and mechanics that no one else could match. Combined with his unrivaled technical skills, he was the most likely candidate to develop the “Salvation Serum.”

Every available resource had been funneled to him. The scientists who survived into the Star Era had spent their final, grueling years pouring their life’s work into him.

Once they confirmed that his mental capacity had no upper limit, they offloaded massive amounts of data regarding mechanics, physics, and biological research onto him. This included the operating procedures for research equipment that, by then, had already become nearly impossible to find.

Therefore, if a modern scientist were to walk into the room right now, they would see Fu Qingya using methods that were more precise and efficient than any textbook, methods clearly forged through the fire of experience. Though his movements were a bit rusty at first, he expertly powered up the heavy machinery and began clattering away, modifying his gear to specifically counter the A48 galaxy’s vanguard units.

Later, a male teacher, assigned by the principal to ensure Fu Qingya ate and rested on time, stepped into the room. He was immediately blinded by a laser flash from one of the machines. He reflexively shielded his eyes and peered inside.

Beneath the heavy, metallic frame of a large machine stood Fu Qingya. Clad in his black-and-gold school uniform and wearing a blue-light filter mask he’d found somewhere, he was skillfully manipulating the controls to work on a long, slender object.

The teacher was stunned. He knew Fu Qingya was a mechanical genius who could dismantle bombs with a scalpel, but he hadn’t expected the boy to operate such prohibitively expensive, high-difficulty machinery with such fluid grace, needing no assistant at all.

Watching him work with such seamless, unflappable precision, the teacher realized Fu Qingya was likely far more skilled than the research experts they usually hired for lectures.

The teacher marveled silently, his gaze eventually dropping to the object in Fu Qingya’s hands.

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