Make me leave the team? My beast girl and I can win easily.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.

The capital of the Dragon Kingdom, the capital city.

Office of the Director of the Higher Education Department, 10th floor, Headquarters Building of the National Department of Extraordinary Abilities Education.

Zhang Guowei sat behind a large desk, holding a document in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

He is the director of the Education Department, 53 years old this year, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes.

Although he is over fifty years old, he has maintained a good figure and does not have the bloated appearance common among middle-aged people. Instead, he exudes the upright temperament of a soldier.

In fact, he does have a military background.

Before joining the Department of Education, he served in the military's special abilities unit for 20 years.

"Knock knock." A knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Zhang Guowei said without looking up.

The door opened, and a young man in a dark blue work uniform walked in.

His name is Yang Mu. He is about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wears black-rimmed glasses, and looks very refined. He is a data analyst in the Education Department.

"Director Zhang, there's something I need to report to you," Yang Mu said respectfully as he approached the desk.

"Go ahead," Zhang Guowei said, putting down the documents.

"We just detected that a student team has broken the national record for the level 15 elite dungeon 'Crimson Desert'," Yang Mu said.

"Broken the record?" Zhang Guowei smiled. "Was it Xiao Huo and his gang?"

Xiao Huo, a second-year student at Tsinghua and Peking Universities, awakened the S-rank profession "Flame Saint".

His team, "Piaomiao," consists entirely of geniuses at the A-level or higher, and they are strong contenders for the championship of this year's National College Student Ability Competition.

It's quite normal for a team like this to break a level 15 dungeon record before reaching level 21.

But Yang Mu shook his head: "No, it's a team called the 'Lin Yu Team'."

"Lin Yu's team?" Zhang Guowei was taken aback. "I've never heard of that name before. Which school are they from?"

"Tsinghua and Peking Universities?"

"Kyoto University?"

"Or is it the Shanghai University of Superpowers?"

There are only a handful of top-tier universities in China with superpowers, and he knows the strongest teams at each school like the back of his hand.

But he really didn't recognize the name "Lin Yu's Squad".

"Neither." Yang Mu adjusted his glasses. "According to the system records, this team comes from... Wujiang Supernatural Abilities Vocational and Technical College."

"Wujiang...Supernatural Abilities Vocational Technical College?" Zhang Guowei was stunned again.

He had no recollection of the school's name at all.

"A third-rate school?" he asked.

"Although it's a vocational school, it's considered a 'near-first-class' higher education institution." Yang Mu pulled up the data. "It's the best vocational school for supernatural abilities in Wujiang City, which is quite good locally, but it doesn't rank among the top in the country."

"That's strange," Zhang Guowei frowned. "How can a school that's not even ranked produce a team that breaks the national record?"

The record for the level 15 elite dungeon, while not particularly prestigious, is not something any team can break.

With so many schools and so many geniuses across the country, the "Apocalypse Team" from Tsinghua and Peking Universities, which holds the record, is also a top-tier team.

Now it's been broken by an unknown team from an unknown school?

"And there's something even stranger," Yang Mu continued. "This team didn't just break a record once, but... they broke it ten times in a row."

"Ten times?!" Zhang Guowei sat up straight.

"Yes." Yang Mu brought up the data panel. "From 3:25 pm today to 4:11 pm, they cleared 'Bloody Desert' ten times in a row."

"They cleared the level 3-4 seconds faster each time than the last time."

"The record was eventually improved from 3 minutes and 27 seconds the first time to 2 minutes and 58 seconds."

"They swept all ten spots."

Zhang Guowei stared at the data on the screen and remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Then, he slowly said, "This was definitely intentional."

"You mean...?" Yang Mu didn't understand.

"They did it on purpose." Zhang Guowei pointed to the series of gradually shortening times, "Each time they improved by 3-4 seconds, which is obviously time control."

"The goal should be... a record-breaking reward."

Breaking the national record in each elite dungeon will reward you with a C-grade storage item.

Ten times means ten items.

"For a reward?" Yang Mu asked in surprise. "That's a bit too...frugal, isn't it?"

"The members of this squad..." A glint of light flashed in Zhang Guowei's eyes, "They are most likely from commoner backgrounds."

If someone from a prominent family did this as a reward, they would definitely be laughed at by other families.

A genius like him, meticulously planning to break records just for a few storage items?

Even small families, let alone large ones, can't afford to lose face like this.

Only people born into humble circumstances are this "pragmatic".

Nothing is more important than a tangible reward, no matter how much face or reputation one has.

For Zhang Guowei, this is actually a good thing.

"The powerful families have become too strong and difficult to manage," he said in a low voice. "But commoners who are willing to join official organizations can be a great help."

A nation needs geniuses, but it needs even more geniuses who are willing to sacrifice for the nation.

Geniuses from large families often prioritize the interests of their family.

Ordinary geniuses, without so many constraints, are more easily absorbed by the state.

"What's the information about this squad?" Zhang Guowei asked. "Member list, professions, ranks."

"All the information is hidden," Yang Mu replied. "We only know that the captain's name is Lin Yu, and we can't find any other information."

"We have no information on the number of team members, their professions, or their ranks."

"Hidden information..." Zhang Guowei narrowed his eyes. "Was it hidden with the school's help, or did they do it themselves?"

If the school is helping, it means the school values ​​this team and is deliberately protecting it.

If it were them...

Yang Mu replied, "I'm not sure about that."

"That makes it even more interesting," Zhang Guowei laughed. "Why would a civilian team hide information?"

"Either a master guides me, or there's a secret I can't reveal."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night view of Kyoto.

Thousands of lights shone, and neon signs flickered.

"Wujiang Supernatural Abilities Vocational and Technical College..." he repeated the school's name. "Do I know the principal of this school?"

He knows the principals of all the top schools in the country.

Every year at the education conference, those old guys would come to Kyoto, where everyone would eat and drink together, exchanging pleasantries about government affairs.

But the principal of Wujiang Vocational College...

"I don't think I know him," Yang Mu said. "I looked it up. The principal's name is Wang Defa, he's fifty-six years old, and he's been the principal of Wujiang Vocational College for eight years."

"Prior to this, he held various positions..."

Yang Mu reported on the resume of Wang Defa that he had found, summarizing it with the sentence "nothing special about his background".

"Wang Defa..." Zhang Guowei read the name aloud, but he really didn't recognize it.

"Director, should I contact him?" Yang Mu asked. "Call the school directly and find out about this team."

The normal procedure would be to send a letter to the Education Department of Hubei Province, asking them to compile the relevant information and submit a report.

But doing it that way is too cumbersome.

Seeing the director's curiosity, Yang Mu prepared to handle the matter as a special case.

Zhang Guowei thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. Call him and turn on outbound call."

"Yes."

Yang Mu took out his phone, found the contact number for Wujiang Superpower Vocational and Technical College, and dialed it.

……

……

Wujiang City, Extraordinary Abilities Vocational and Technical College, Principal's Office.

Although it is summer vacation now, Wang Defa has not taken a break.

He still comes to the school to work every day.

He is fifty-six years old, with half of his hair already white. Wearing reading glasses, he is sitting at his desk reviewing documents.

The table was piled high with various reports, applications, and documents—all the things he, as the principal, had to handle.

As the principal of a "near-top-tier" school, his life is not easy.

Above them are various assessment indicators from the Education Department, and below them are thousands of students and hundreds of faculty and staff to manage.

The school has limited funding and resources.

But if you want to achieve results, you have to work hard.

Removing the "quasi" from "quasi-first-class" makes it even more difficult.

"Sigh..." Wang Defa sighed and rubbed his throbbing temples.

The school's academic performance this year was average.

The "Dawn Squad," who are about to enter the third grade, are ranked first in their grade.

However, when compared to the whole city, the whole province, or even the whole country, it's not enough.

"If only a truly good prospect could emerge..." he muttered to himself.

Just then, the landline on the desk rang.

Wang Defa glanced at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar mobile number.

"Hello." He answered the phone, his voice gentle—a habit he had developed over many years of administrative work.

"Hello Principal Wang, I am Yang Mu, a staff member of the Higher Education Department of the National Special Abilities Education Division of the Dragon Kingdom."

A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone very formal.

Wang Defa was taken aback.

National Department of Supernatural Abilities Education?

That top department that oversees national superpower education, professional certification, school management, and resource allocation?

Why are they looking for me?

"Hello, hello, Director Yang." Wang Defa immediately sat up straight. "May I ask what's the matter?"

"That's right." Yang Mu's voice was calm and unhurried. "We detected that a student team from your school broke the national record for the level 15 elite dungeon 'Crimson Desert' ten times in a row this afternoon."

"Are you familiar with this squad?"

Wang Defa was completely dumbfounded when he held the receiver.

What?

Our school's students broke the national record?

No, our school?

His first reaction was: I must have misheard.

My second thought was: it's a scam.

Scams are becoming increasingly sophisticated, with some even daring to impersonate government departments.

But why didn't you even bother to find out about our school's strength?

National records, are they broken so easily?

Wang Defa sighed, his tone becoming earnest: "Young man, I don't know what difficulties you're facing, but no matter what obstacles you encounter, you must stay on the right path!"

"The net of justice is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it. Never gamble with your future."

"Impersonating a state official is a serious crime that can lead to imprisonment."

"You're still young, it's not too late to turn back..."

He gave me a long and earnest plea for advice.

Then, without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone.

"These scammers these days are really audacious." Wang Defa shook his head and put the receiver back on the landline.

Then continue reviewing the documents.

……

The capital city, the National Supernatural Abilities Management Department.

Zhang Guowei and Yang Mu looked at each other, bewildered, as they stared at their phones that had been disconnected.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Zhang Guowei couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh..." There was no displeasure on his face. "Wang Defa... interesting, very interesting..."

Yang Mu looked embarrassed: "Director, he thinks I'm a liar..."

"That's normal," Zhang Guowei said seriously. "It means that the school didn't help conceal the information about this team."

"If I were the principal of a vocational school and learned that a student had broken a national record, I would also think the other party was a fraud."

"So what do we do now?" Yang Mu asked. "Should we use your landline to call?"

"If I show the official number, he shouldn't suspect anything."

Zhang Guowei thought for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

Yang Mu used the office landline to call Wujiang Vocational College again.

……

Wang Defa had barely put the landline microphone back when the phone rang again.

He frowned.

Could it be that same young man who committed fraud?

Could it be that he's been persuaded by himself and is now planning to turn himself in?

Thinking of this, Wang Defa felt a little gratified.

If you can truly persuade a young person to turn back from the wrong path, that would be a meritorious deed.

He picked up the microphone, about to continue his persuasion...

Then, I accidentally saw the caller ID.

On the display screen, a prominent sign reads: "Dragon Kingdom National Supernatural Ability Education Department," a government agency.

Below that is a string of numbers representing the department code.

Wang Defa's hand suddenly trembled.

The receiver almost fell to the ground.

This thing... can't be faked!

Caller ID for government agencies is specially set up by the telecommunications department and cannot be forged.

It really is the National Supernatural Abilities Management Department!

"Feed...feed?" Wang Defa's voice changed.

"Principal Wang, hello, this is Yang Mu from the Higher Education Department." It was the same young man's voice on the other end of the phone. "We spoke earlier, but there might have been some misunderstanding."

"I am indeed a staff member of the Education Department. This is my employee number: CNEDU-1149527. You can verify this."

Wang Defa's mind went blank.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

If the other person's identity is real, then what he said is also true.

Our school's students...

Is it really that amazing?