HLM -Chapter 1209 He Really Is a Superintendent

Wang Bo had an excellent memory—after all, his body had been modified by the Heart of the Lord.

Even so, it was still hard for him to memorize over fifty pages of rules and regulations in just one night, especially since he had already gotten into the habit of a set daily routine. By ten o’clock, he would start feeling extremely sleepy.

So, at breakfast that morning, he and his classmates looked worried and fatigued from the night before.

Breakfast was far more sumptuous than dinner. There were over a dozen types of bread alone, plus blueberry berry cakes and more. Unfortunately, none of them were in the mood to enjoy it.

At other tables, the instructors kept praising the delicious breakfast, but at the students’ tables, there was only silent glances and tears in everyone’s eyes.

After mechanically finishing the meal, they trudged toward the classrooms with heavy steps.

The academy covered a large area—the distance between the cafeteria and the classrooms was about a kilometer. Walking this stretch, Wang Bo felt conflicted: on one hand, he wished the walk were longer so they wouldn’t have to reach class so soon; on the other, he also wanted to get the test over with—what did the results matter anyway? The sooner they died, the sooner they’d be reborn.

Finally, they entered the teaching building and checked the course schedule, which listed the classrooms.

When Wang Bo walked in, he saw that his classmates looked even worse than he did—each one seemed about to be led to the execution ground, on the verge of tears.

They took seats randomly. Atulu and the others sat with Wang Bo.

Wang Bo took out his book to cram, but at that moment, the Maori giant whispered, “Boss, I’m a bit nervous… I need to fart.”

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. “Then just do it. Why do you need to report to me?”

Atulu grinned awkwardly. “No, boss, when I’m nervous, it’s really loud. You know, my status isn’t exactly the same right now, so it wouldn’t be good if it sounded that loud. Can you make some noise to cover for me?”

Wang Bo nodded. “Alright, tell me when you’re about to start.”

A few seconds later, Atulu nodded furiously at him. Wang Bo slammed his hand on the desk and shouted, “Quiet! Big Brother Atulu has something to say!”

Those whispering or reciting under their breath quickly shut up and turned their attention to Atulu.

Atulu’s face went pale. “Bang!”

He wasn’t joking—when he was nervous, his farts were indeed thunderous, like fireworks.

Behind him, Gerald, who had been napping, got up and pressed his hair down, muttering, “F*ck, what a wind, my hair’s all messed up.”

After this, everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Atulu and Wang Bo. One pure fool even asked, “Big Brother Atulu, didn’t you have something to say?”

Wang Bo laughed. “Why aren’t you reacting? Isn’t this funny? Big Brother Atulu saw everyone so nervous, so he created a joke to help everyone relax.”

Hearing that, some people laughed.

Atulu complained afterward, “Boss, you almost got me killed!”

Wang Bo replied, “Well, if you fail the exam later, you’ll die anyway. What’s the big deal if you almost got killed?”

Amid this tense preparation, it reached 7:30, and the class bell rang.

Everyone took a deep breath, resolute, ready to face life or death.

But no one came in.

So they had to take another breath. And another. Before long, it was eight o’clock, and the superintendent still hadn’t arrived!

“What the hell?” Sweet Guy complained. “Where’s the discipline? Aren’t we supposed to have the same iron-clad discipline as the military?”

Half an hour later, the superintendent, sharp-eyed, finally arrived. He carried a stack of papers under his arm and scanned everyone with a cold gaze.

Wang Bo could hear several people swallowing nervously.

He hadn’t experienced such a classroom atmosphere in a long time, nor had he been this tense—his last test this nerve-wracking had been his driving exam.

The superintendent asked coldly, “How did you prepare last night?”

No one answered.

He continued, “From my observation, the lights in your dorms were on all night, but judging by your current mental state, you seem to be doing okay. Hmph, young people really have energy.”

Wang Bo and the others were confused. What was he talking about?

The superintendent smirked coldly. “You must be wondering why I said that, right? I’ll tell you. Everyone, stand up!”

“Swish swish swish!”

“Line up, leave the classroom, and run to the playground. Ten laps first, then come back for the exam!” the superintendent ordered sternly.

Wang Bo saw veins bulging on many foreheads. Some gripped their chairs, as if ready to rebel.

Unfortunately, those brave ones were few. Under the superintendent’s piercing gaze, most simply shifted their chairs a little, then trudged out with sullen faces.

The moment they opened the door, a series of loud bangs erupted.

Someone shouted, “Big Brother Atulu’s fart is too powerful!”

Wang Bo looked ahead and realized the crowd outside had gathered somehow. The noises weren’t Atulu’s fart—they were colorful party poppers being set off, sending streams of confetti into the air.

The scene left him stunned. After the confetti flew, loud applause followed. A big, burly instructor came out laughing, clapping and shouting, “A warm welcome to the 188 Cadet Squad! Thank you for your hard work, 188 Cadet Squad!”

Wang Bo immediately recognized him—it was the same burly instructor who had driven them yesterday and confronted Atulu at dinner.

Beside him were four or five familiar faces, instructors from last night’s welcome ceremony. A blond young man, laughing, was the unlucky one who had been kicked out for sitting early.

Applause erupted again. Wang Bo turned and saw the normally stern superintendent clapping, smiling so widely it almost brought him to tears.

In comparison, the cadets were dumbfounded. Seeing their reactions, the laughter grew even louder.

Wang Bo reacted quickly. “Sh*t, are you messing with us?!”

Some cautious cadets whispered, “W-what’s going on? Something’s off… be careful.”

The burly instructor came forward, smiling, and shook hands with Atulu. Then he explained, “Sorry, guys. We’re cadets from the 179 Law Special Training Squad. This was all a prank.”

“You’re not an instructor?” Atulu asked, stunned.

“Right, I’m a cadet too. I’m a police officer from Christchurch Police Department, here for law training. These are my classmates. Surprised, huh?”

Atulu, still recovering from his fright, asked, “So we don’t have to take the exam?”

“Of course not!”

Ecstatic, Atulu slapped the superintendent’s shoulder hard and shouted, “You’re terrible! You acted so convincingly, I actually thought you were the academy director!”

Weighing 400 pounds, his strength was immense. The slap sent the superintendent straight to the floor.

The 179 cadets, laughing just moments ago, froze in shock. The burly instructor gasped, “He really is the academy director… Superintendent Ferguson Brown!”