My Healing Games

Chapter 542 Solving Fu Sheng's School Problem (5000 words)

The creation of this horror romance game actually reflects a certain desire within Li Guo'er's heart.

At least in Li Guo'er's view, Han Fei was doomed to die. His best fate would be to eliminate everyone's hatred and then choose a relatively dignified way to die.

Han Fei is now asking Zhao Qian for her opinion on the game, which is actually a way of testing Zhao Qian's reaction, wanting to see what she would do to get her to forgive him.

Unlike Li Guo'er, whose personality is all written on her face, Zhao Qian is a senior executive in the company. She is experienced and shrewd. She doesn't say much, and even if she has murderous intentions, she won't easily reveal them.

"President Zhao? Are you there?" Han Fei pushed open the door to Zhao Qian's office. As a leader, Zhao Qian had a private office.

"Enter."

"Our team has finished the improved game plan and would like you to take a look." Han Fei placed the main game storyline and some diagrams on Zhao Qian's desk.

"Weren't you in charge of the dating simulation game that Zhang Qing and his team designed? Why is the cover so bloody? They even brought out a chainsaw."

“They only know how to sell sex, without any innovation, and their methods are very low-level. After careful consideration, we have decided to scrap everything and redesign a new game.” Han Fei took a few steps forward, making sure he didn’t miss any subtle expression on Zhao Qian’s face.

"Dating games are all the same old tricks, what new tricks can you come up with?" Zhao Qian stopped her work, picked up the documents and started looking through them. Slowly, her expression became strange.

It felt like watching a horror movie at home and suddenly discovering that the victim being chased by a ghost was your ex-boyfriend.

I felt a mix of happiness, excitement, and exhilaration, wishing I could rush in and chase after the monsters myself.

Seeing the smile on Zhao Qian's face, Han Fei subtly avoided her gaze.

When he saw the game, he identified with the male protagonist; when Zhao Qian saw the game, she immediately identified with the woman chasing after the scumbag.

"Not bad, very good." Zhao Qian watched for about fifteen minutes, looking like she wanted more. "If I had to point out a flaw, I think the male lead's female boss isn't assertive enough. Also, there should be a few more endings, and some of the side stories could be fleshed out. For example, after the male lead took his female boss home, more things could have happened that night."

"Mr. Zhao, do you think there's anything about the death scenes that needs to be changed? Even though it's an 18+ game, making it too gory isn't good, since we're fundamentally a romance-themed game," Han Fei asked Zhao Qian in a low voice.

“You’re right, these methods of death are indeed very bloody and exaggerated, and would be very difficult to actually carry out.” Zhao Qian picked up her pen and listed a few methods: “For example, pushing the male protagonist into the swimming pool while he’s drunk, or turning on the electricity in the bathtub while he’s taking a bath, or…”

Zhao Qian rattled off four names in one breath, and Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine just listening to them.

"Fu Yi, you really are very capable. There's no similar game on the market, and I doubt anyone else could replicate this feel. You guys need to work hard and get the game out quickly. If it becomes a huge hit, the company leadership will be very impressed with you, and they might even let you continue to lead 'Immortality'." Zhao Qian praised Han Fei highly, urging him to get to work as soon as possible, seemingly worried that he would be killed before the game was even finished.

"Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Zhao. We will continue to work hard," Han Fei replied in a very official manner.

"By the way," Zhao Qian suddenly placed her hand on the documents as Han Fei reached for them, "It's just a game, don't take it seriously. I see you've been under a lot of pressure lately, how about we go to our usual spot for a drink tonight?"

The plot was so familiar that the hairs on Han Fei's neck stood on end. Just as he was wondering how to refuse, his phone suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhao, I have a phone call." Han Fei forcefully pulled the documents away, then pretended to answer the phone and hurriedly ran out of the office.

"That was close. If I had gone to her house tonight, I probably wouldn't have made it out again." Han Fei answered the phone instinctively, casually asking, "Is something wrong?"

"Could you come to the school? We want to talk to you about Fu Sheng. He injured a child before, and the other child's parents want to settle the matter." The voice on the phone sounded very calm.

"Teacher Liu?" Han Fei's heart, which had just relaxed, immediately tightened again. Now was not the time to be careless: "Has Fu Sheng hit anyone before?"

"Both sides have started making moves."

"That kid hit Fu Sheng too? Okay, I'll go check it out right now." Han Fei hung up the phone and returned to his team's office: "I have two things to tell you all. First, our game has received approval from the company's top management, and they also believe it will definitely be a hit!"

Fake Tree Bro and several other employees cheered. They weren't just trying to create a lively atmosphere; the game was a hit, and the bonuses would be much higher than their salaries.

"There's a second thing, which is that I need to go out for a bit. You guys stay here and work hard." Han Fei walked to the computer, closed all the minimized games, and prepared to leave work immediately.

Picking up his briefcase, Han Fei glanced at Shen Luo again; the other man was still unconscious.

"I've bought you food and water. If you get caught again, don't blame me."

Han Fei left the building through the emergency exit and took a taxi to the school.

In fact, he had always been very interested in the place where Fu Sheng studied and grew up, but he was constantly being hunted down, which prevented him from being able to explore it.

It's still during class time, so there aren't many people on campus.

"Teacher Liu, I've arrived at the school gate," Han Fei sent a message to Teacher Liu.

"Come directly to the principal's office."

After receiving the reply, Han Fei suddenly realized that he didn't know where the principal's office was: "This school looks pretty big. Fu Sheng is a freshman this year. Two freshmen fighting shouldn't alarm the principal. At most, the headmaster would be able to handle it. It seems that this matter has become quite big."

Han Fei was not a young man who had just entered society. He had experienced the trials and tribulations of the deep world, worked in various professions, and witnessed the hardships and joys of people.

The teaching building was directly opposite the school gate. Han Fei was about to walk around it when he saw a female student sitting on the steps in front of the teaching building.

"It's class time now, why is she sitting on the steps outside?" Han Fei walked towards the girl, but she turned and went into the teaching building and disappeared.

"Is this the girl who always ate with Fu Sheng?" A few years ago, a girl jumped off a building and her body landed on the steps in front of the teaching building. Many people know about this incident, but the school doesn't allow people to mention it and has managed to suppress the news.

"Teacher Liu said that Fu Sheng also likes to hold umbrellas over saplings. I wonder where that sapling is? If they don't admit there's something wrong near the sapling, I'll come over tonight and see if I can dig up a corpse or something." Han Fei was also a first-time father and didn't have much experience. He felt that proving Fu Sheng's innocence was the right thing to do.

After passing through the teaching building, Han Fei finally saw the office building, where Teacher Liu came downstairs to greet him.

"This way!"

Ms. Liu dressed up specially today, wearing a light green dress that made her look particularly ladylike. The only slightly incongruous thing was that she carried a bulging bag wherever she went.

Led by Teacher Liu, Han Fei arrived at the top floor of the office building and entered the principal's office.

There were several people standing in the room at this moment, and they all looked at Han Fei with unfriendly eyes.

"Being so late, you have no manners at all." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, wearing an expensive custom-made black suit, proudly sticking out his potbelly.

Standing next to the middle-aged man was a chubby boy in a school uniform. He was growing rapidly and seemed to be overnourished; he was not only fat but also very tall.

The student, who was about the same height as Han Fei, stood aggrievedly beside his father, his arm bandaged.

Sitting on the sofa to the left of these two men was a short man with a serious expression. Behind him stood a student with dyed blond hair. The blond student's school uniform was unzipped, and he looked indifferent. If you sniffed closely, you could smell the cigarette on him.

"Father Fu, is Fu Sheng feeling any better now?" The kind voice came from behind the desk. A kind-looking old man sat behind the desk and waved to Teacher Liu, signaling her to close the door.

“Since all three parents are here, I’ll get straight to the point.” The principal’s gaze swept over the three parents: “Students breaking school rules by fighting in class definitely need to be punished. Fu Sheng hit your two children, and he was indeed wrong, but he’s been punished at home for so long, he’s probably reflected on it enough. I feel that you two don’t need to keep harping on him. We’re all children, so why don’t we just let this matter go?”

The principal spoke to the middle-aged man and the short man as if their child had suffered a great injustice, hoping they would stop making a fuss.

"We're too magnanimous to hold a grudge against a petty person this time. We don't want to stoop to his level." The middle-aged man had a potbelly and seemed to have powerful connections; even the principal spoke to him politely.

Huang Mao's parents also nodded in agreement.

"Fu Sheng's father, what do you think?" The principal looked at Han Fei. As long as Han Fei nodded, everything would be perfectly resolved.

"Are you three putting on a comedy sketch for me?" Han Fei walked directly in front of the fat student. "These bandages are wrapped up like they're a joke. Have you never seen blood before?"

He grabbed the fat man and casually ripped off the bandages; the fat man's arms were perfectly fine.

Han Fei examined the fat man's arm carefully for a long time before finally finding several small wounds caused by fingernails.

"For such a minor scratch, I would think it's a waste to just put on a band-aid. Who are you trying to impress by wrapping it in so many bandages?"

Throwing the bandage on the ground, Han Fei turned to the principal and said, "Putting aside whether other children bullied Fu Sheng, these two students, one so tall and fat, and the other clearly a frequent fighter, do you think Fu Sheng could gain the upper hand against them alone?"

Seeing Han Fei's lack of tact, the principal's smile froze.

“When I first arrived, I saw that there were surveillance cameras outside your classrooms. Let me see what exactly happened that day.” Han Fei stared at the principal: “Don’t think I’m easy to fool. I, Fu Yi, will do anything for the children.”

Han Fei's eyes flashed with murderous intent; this matter couldn't be resolved so easily.

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, Teacher Liu took out her phone, placed it on the table, and then opened a video: "This was recorded by the students themselves that day, and they have already posted the video online."

After saying that, Teacher Liu pointed at the blond-haired boy and said, "They even think it's very funny."

The video on the phone started playing. It was raining that day, and Fu Sheng entered the classroom with a wet umbrella and a clean lunchbox.

Several students nearby pointed at Fu Sheng and whispered that he had gone over to hold an umbrella for the saplings again today, and some even said that Fu Sheng had an invisible girlfriend.

Fu Sheng seemed to be used to it and did not react to these words. He picked up his umbrella and prepared to walk to his seat when Huang Mao suddenly stuck out his foot and tripped Fu Sheng to the ground.

The umbrella fell to the ground, and the lunchbox rolled far away.

Fu Sheng didn't say anything, got up to pick up the lunchbox, but the fat man was joking with the girl next to him and then stepped on the lunchbox lid.

Fu Sheng, who had been patiently waiting, stood in front of the fat man and told him to move aside. Upon hearing Fu Sheng's words, the fat man deliberately made an exaggerated expression and then kicked the lid of his lunchbox aside.

Several boys kicked the lid around, while Fu Sheng stood still, his hands clenched tightly.

The fat man's provocation was extremely annoying, so Fu Sheng punched the fat man in the face, followed by a group beating of Fu Sheng by the others.

They pinned Fu Sheng to the back and beat him. Fu Sheng knew he couldn't fight off so many people, so he clung to the fat guy, but he was too thin and weak. In the end, he was kicked down, and his desk was overturned along with him.

After the video ended, Han Fei's face turned completely cold. He didn't know how Fu Yi had resolved the matter. Perhaps Fu Yi had never cared about Fu Sheng at all, and might not even know about it.

The principal, behind his desk, glared at Teacher Liu, then gave an awkward laugh: "You saw it too, it was indeed Fu who started it. Both sides are at fault. When you're being bullied, the right choice is to ask a teacher for help, not to solve the problem with violence."

"Yes, look, my child's arm was also scratched by Fu Sheng." The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but Han Fei slowly turned his head away.

Do you think my child's injuries aren't serious?

“His injuries are all superficial. My child’s are bleeding. When he first came home, his arm was covered in blood, it was terrifying.” The middle-aged man was very protective of his child, and Han Fei didn’t say anything more after hearing this.

He walked up to the middle-aged man and sighed softly: "The saddest thing about the shrine memory world is that everything here is something that actually happened in reality."

"What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man sensed something was wrong and tried to back away, but Han Fei had already grabbed his neck and slammed him against the table in front of the principal with tremendous force.

"Didn't you think these were just superficial injuries?" Han Fei asked, mentioning how the middle-aged man slammed him onto the table again, leaving the principal terrified.

Grabbing the middle-aged man's collar with both hands, Han Fei looked at his pained and contorted expression: "Come on, use your nails to dig into my arm. Let's compare and see who can't take it first."

“Fu Sheng’s father, calm down! You won’t solve this problem!” The principal stood up from his chair: “This is using violence to fight violence, and both sides are responsible for this.”

"Everything's wrong? Didn't you see a bunch of students beating up my child? Didn't you see that blond guy tripped my child? Didn't you see that fat guy stepping on the lunchbox I bought for my son?" Han Fei slammed his fist on the table: "Stop trying to smooth things over. My child can just transfer schools, but I'm telling you, this isn't over!"

Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man by the neck: "This is just a superficial injury, why are you rolling your eyes!"

When the fat boy saw his father being beaten, he was too scared to say a word. It was the principal who quickly intervened: "Fu Yi! This can't be resolved like this. We can sit down and talk about the children's issues. Anyway, no one was really hurt."

"No scars mean no harm was done?" Han Fei freed one hand and pressed the principal down next to the middle-aged man: "Anyway, you weren't injured, so why are you two making a fuss? It's just a little pain, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to faint, Han Fei finally let go of him. He threw the middle-aged man and the principal to the ground, turned to the chubby boy and said, "However you bully Fu Sheng, I will beat your father the same way. That way he should understand that spoiling you might kill him."

Picking up the phone on the table, Han Fei transferred the video from Teacher Liu's phone to his own. Then he walked towards the blond-haired man. The short man was terrified, but at the crucial moment, he still stood in front of his good-for-nothing son.

"Big brother, I'll go back and teach him a lesson! It's my fault for not disciplining him properly, I'll go back and beat him up!" The short, middle-aged man pleaded. The blond-haired guy was genuinely terrified by Han Fei. This small-time hoodlum had encountered the legendary psychopathic killer, and his legs were now weak.

"None of the students who bullied Fu Sheng are safe here." Han Fei didn't care whether those students were genuinely repentant or not; he only hoped that Fu Sheng could leave his room and reconnect with the outside world.

This time, no one in the outside world will hurt him anymore, because Han Fei will protect him from the wind and rain.

As Han Fei walked out of the principal's office, he glanced at the setting sun, took out his phone, and dialed his wife's number.

I might be home late tonight.

"Okay, do you need me to save some food for you? What time will you be back?" His wife's voice changed slightly.

"I'm at Fu Sheng's school, discussing with his teachers and other parents how to get Fu Sheng back to school and brainstorming solutions." Han Fei turned back to the principal's office and quickened his pace.

"So, what conclusion was reached during the discussions?"

"Prepare to transfer schools."

"kindness?"

"I just beat up their principal."

(End of this chapter)