Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Chapter 19: Chapter 17: President Sima Targets Chen Chong

Chen Chong and his three companions went out with their gear and weapons.

In the end...

Jia Wen’s plan was not adopted, and he was secretly upset about it for quite a while.

Wang Biao came over. "Sir, I think you were right not to follow the strategist’s plan. After all, this isn’t a battlefield, and these are your schoolmates. As long as there’s no conflict, their actions don’t warrant death. If they mean us no harm, we shouldn’t be thinking of killing them."

Chen Chong patted Wang Biao’s shoulder. "Good thing that out of the four of us, besides me, you’re still reliable. You’re thinking the same thing I am."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sir." Wang Biao cupped his fists slightly. "However, if anyone tries to harm you first, Sir, I will show no mercy and cut off their head!"

Chen Chong nodded, his face filled with relief.

’Ah Biao really is reliable...’

Jia Wen’s plan was a no-go, but they still had to get a different room in the teachers’ building.

Otherwise, how would he use all those Building Cards?

But compared to scheming against others, Chen Chong was more inclined toward making a trade.

If things went as expected, he should be able to hunt some big game today. It shouldn’t be too hard to trade some of the meat.

Worse comes to worst, he still had a Recruitment Card for laborers.

Chen Chong had no intention of using this Recruitment Card.

After all, the description clearly stated that the laborers had no special uses and extremely low Loyalty, meaning they could desert at any time.

Recruiting a character like that was basically useless.

They’d run at the first sign of trouble, being nothing more than an extra mouth to feed.

What the hell was the point of that?

He already had Wang Biao, and Xu Jun had Jia Wen.

If he got more Recruitment Cards in the future, he wouldn’t need anyone who wasn’t useful.

After all, more people meant more mouths to feed.

If a laborer Card like this had high Loyalty, Chen Chong might consider keeping it.

But the key issue was its low Loyalty. You couldn’t even trust it to be cannon fodder, as it would just run away. It was completely worthless.

Even if he didn’t end up using it to trade for a room in the teachers’ building, Chen Chong planned to find an opportunity to exchange it for other supplies.

He figured his other classmates would have a great need for this kind of Card.

’I should be able to get a lot of supplies for it...’

Of the three pieces of intel today, one was a danger warning and one was about prey.

’The last one should be a Card, right?’

’Let’s go get it first, then.’

Chen Chong led his three companions toward the southwest...

...

Meanwhile, inside a teaching building.

The largest classroom on the top floor served as the student council office.

However, the place had been completely transformed.

The desks had long since been thrown out, leaving only countless partitioned-off rooms. Beds had been moved in, converting the space into something like a massive, open-plan residence.

And in the corner, countless bundles of food and supplies were piled high.

At this moment, many student council members were outside, listening to the peals of soft laughter coming from within the room...

"My beloved concubine, don’t run! I can’t catch you~"

"Hehehe, come and get me, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, your humble servant is over here. Come and get me~"

"Over here too, Your Majesty! Oops, not letting you catch me, hehehe..."

Listening to these sounds, the members outside wore awkward and strange expressions.

"The president is playing the emperor’s blindfolded tag game again."

"Yeah, what kind of weird hobby is this? He doesn’t even do anything after he catches them. He just... catches them?"

"Maybe... he just has a thing for it. Let’s just put up with it. It’s the president’s only hobby, after all."

"That’s true. He’s usually busy commanding so many of us in the council, making sure none of us go hungry. It’s only natural for him to relax a little."

"Hey, is that... Du Ming? What happened to him?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The sound of knocking echoed.

Inside the room, Sima, who was wearing a cheap, theatrical dragon robe, took off the ribbon tied over his eyes, slightly annoyed.

This was Sima’s unique hobby. At some point, he had become obsessed with this game of the emperor catching his concubines.

He never did anything substantive after catching them.

But the feeling of immersing himself in the roleplay, of feeling a beautiful woman giggle in his arms, was intoxicating. He even called it "rehearsal," to give it a veneer of legitimacy.

He was determined to learn from his great ancestor Sima from the Three Kingdoms Era.

Even though his family name wasn’t the compound surname "Sima"—his family name was "Si" and his given name was "Ma"—it didn’t in the slightest affect his adoration for this ancestor, a man whose political scheming defied the heavens and who had lived to be the final victor.

After all, this was the ultimate winner of that spectacular era, a time overflowing with talent, who went on to found a new dynasty.

Perhaps it was this admiration that made him obsessed with the feeling of being an emperor.

And it was this admiration that made him love studying books on military strategy since he was a child, filling his head with schemes and plots.

Though he managed the student council in an orderly fashion, demonstrating a talent for internal administration, he was, in fact, even better at devising schemes for conquest and slaughter!

After the transmigration, Sima had lamented more than once.

’With all my schemes, I’m afraid I’ll never find a fated rival to cross swords with, like my ancestor did.’

After all, just by using a few minor tricks, he had already reached the limit of what was possible in a place like the school...

"Didn’t I say not to disturb me during my rehearsal?"

A council member’s voice came from outside.

"President, we didn’t want to, but Du Ming got done in. It’s really bad. They’re carrying him over now."

Hearing this, Sima froze, realizing the gravity of the situation.

He turned to the three female students beside him, who were also wearing cheap, theatrical concubine outfits.

"Alright, that’s enough rehearsal for today. You can go back now. Same as always, each of you can take five packs of instant noodles and two drinks."

"Thank you, President!"

The three reasonably attractive female students looked thrilled. The only reason they endured this disgusting game for so long every day was for the food.

They quickly took off their costumes, grabbed their food, and left.

A moment later, several members walked in, carrying Du Ming.

Sima leaned in for a look, and his brow immediately furrowed.

"HISS..."

"What... happened to you?"

Du Ming’s face was deathly pale. If he hadn’t been unconscious all of yesterday, he would have come looking for Sima that same night.

"President, you... you have to get justice for me! Some troublemaker showed up on my floor..."

Du Ming embellished the story of what had happened.

When he got to the part about his balls being crushed, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Sima and the other members listening nearby all felt a twinge of sympathy, instinctively glancing down at their own crotches.

A moment of silence passed...

"Maybe you should just cut them off. They’re all mangled," Sima said with a look of sympathy.

"Mangled is better than nothing," Du Ming replied, looking as if all hope was lost.

Another moment of silence.

With tears in his eyes, Du Ming spoke again, his voice filled with grief and indignation.

"President, you have to get justice for me! As your subordinate, when Chen Chong and his men crushed my balls, they weren’t stepping on me, they were stepping on your face!"

"If you don’t do something, how will the rest of the school see our student council? Won’t everyone think they can bully us?"

Sima’s expression darkened.

He knew Du Ming was just trying to flatter him, but the metaphor was a bit inappropriate.

Still, he wasn’t one to fuss over such details.

"Don’t worry. As a member of our student council, I won’t let you suffer this injustice for nothing."

"However, you said that this person named Chen Chong has a middle-aged man with him who is powerfully built, has a solid frame, and can take on ten of you by himself?"

Du Ming nodded. "Yes, he was like a monster in human form. We couldn’t even scratch him. He even said our student council is a piece of shit and that he’d string you up and beat you, President."

Sima automatically ignored the last part of what Du Ming said, narrowing his eyes in thought for a moment.

’Interesting. We don’t have any tough guys like that at our school. If I’m not mistaken, he must be a character from a Recruitment Card, and...’

’...a high-level Recruitment Card at that.’

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