Xuan Mo’s lesson plan appeal wasn’t approved in the end. The reason for rejection was simple — she’s a minor, so she can’t enter the casino, and she hadn’t undergone any systematic theoretical education about that.

Uncle Wu called and told Ah Gui and Zhang Tong Hua off sincerely: “I know that you guys think she has a lot of potential, but you shouldn’t rush her growth, think XX and how he dumped his new recruit with a booklet to memorise before exams — isn’t that a great way to go about doing this!”

Ah Gui bawled internally: “Such an exam-oriented education feels like you’re force-feeding the duck.”

“That’s exactly it, you force feed the duck! But that’s a mandatory stage to go through! This is the rule, the rule you get it!” Uncle Wu was very busy, so he hung up after a few sentences, leaving Ah Gui and Zhang Tong Hua in the dust as they stared at each other.

“They don’t let her join because she’s a minor, then don’t I have to wait another two… Wu Qi you’re fifteen aren’t you… goodness, three years before I can carry out my duties? Then what am I going to do during these three years?” Zhang Tong Hua was speechless.

“Cough cough, you’ll get the opportunity, you’ll get it.” Ah Gui was guilty. “Wait for me for a bit, if you don’t mind, I’ll treat you to lunch, will that do?”

Of course he wouldn’t reject to a free lunch. Zhang Tong Hua pulled out the theoretical booklet: “Wu Qi, why don’t you have this memorised first?”

Xuan Mo took the booklet silently. After flipping through roughly, her interest peaked. The information inside seems familiar, as though she’d seen it somewhere before.

“It’s the introduction to the organisation. The supervisor of the employees are XXX, the highest committee in the organisation is XXX. The company’s obligations are XXX, the organisation’s authority is…”

“Familiar?” Zhang Tong Hua understood why Xuan Mo was flipping increasingly fast. “You can pretty much skip the front, it’s the same as Zone Seven. Pay more attention to the code of conduct during missions at the back.”

A question immediately popped up: “When you are tortured or forced to confess, you can’t say anything? Not even false information?”

“The code of conduct says you can’t but you’ll need to see the situation. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures.” Zhang Tong Hua thought it out before replying.

“When you’re outnumbered by the enemy, if you can avoid a confrontation then avoid it as much as possible? What if you knew you were stronger than them, you still can’t beat them up?”

“The code of conduct says you can’t but you’ll need to see the situation. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures.”

“….upon losing your organisation-provided communication tool, you must withdraw until you obtain another set of communication tools? What if you are still able to communicate with the team without withdraw, does that mean you need not abandon the mission?”

“The code of conduct says you can’t but you’ll need to see the situation. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures.”

♢ MY CLASSMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLIONS YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 72 is hosted at ZHAN LANN♢

“You must participate in the mandatory therapy session after completing a mission that was excessively bloody or having encountered anything emotionally triggering during the mission? What if you’re perfectly fine even if you did, does that mean you need not attend?”

“Uh…”

“The code of conduct says you can’t but you’ll need to see the situation. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures, I know.” Xuan Mo shrugged, answering for Zhang Tong Hua. She turned back to the booklet and continued reading, not speaking.

“Hah!” Ah Gui was bursting into laughter on the sidelines.

Zhang Tong Hua touched his nose, a little speechless. The questions Wu Qi brought up made sense, but at the same time, it felt a little off… why didn’t he think of those when he’d read it back then…

“How do you know you can win when you’re outnumbered, how do you ensure that you’re in contact with the HQ throughout the mission, and how you do know you won’t be emotionally affected by the bloody scene?”

Xuan Mo looked at him before turning back to the booklet; she couldn’t bother to reply him.