Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 202: I Have All Sorts of Weird Knowledge Points

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: I Have All Sorts of Weird Knowledge Points

In his room, Yang Yu had been earnestly devising plans, with the passage of time blurring into obscurity, until he realized it was already dark outside.

Glancing at the time, Yang Yu set down the paper and pen in his hands and went out again, heading directly for Ying Luo’s villa.

The planning could be done later in the night, but if he couldn’t maintain a stable frequency of visits, showing up sporadically every so often, it would only irritate her, and he’d be loudly rebuked to stay away.

On the other hand, if there was a regular schedule for visits, the other party would naturally come to think about how to answer your questions in such a way as to keep you from bothering them further.

At a glance, having a set visitation rhythm or not didn’t seem materially different, but the latter was much gentler than the former and left much more wiggle room.

After all, a rhythmic approach was more comfortable for people than random acts.

When people are comfortable, they also tend to speak more softly.

This was some strange knowledge about asking for favors that Yang Yu had learned from some games.

Arriving in front of Ying Luo’s villa, with the sun completely set and the large courtyard without sight of the gigantic wolf Lotcar, it meant that Ying Luo hadn’t come back from work yet.

During this time, Yang Yu went over again in his head what he wanted to say and waited for Ying Luo’s return.

About half an hour later, the young girl by the name of Ying Luo arrived in front of the villa riding atop the giant wolf.

To show his sincerity, Yang Yu greeted both of them,

"Hello, Miss Ying Luo, sorry for bothering you again. I wonder how you’ve considered the matter we talked about before. Is there a chance for the two of us to share information?"

Dismounting from Lotcar, Ying Luo faced Yang Yu,

"To think you’ve come again today. Persistence indeed. I remember telling you already: I have neither the things you seek nor money. Or is there something else you’re after?"

"What do you mean by ’something else’? I don’t understand," Yang Yu tried to maintain humility in his words, even though he could easily see the disdain in Ying Luo’s eyes.

Yet this approach was met with scorn from Ying Luo, "Stop playing dumb. I really thought I was a fool for having felt favorably towards you before. I should have realized you wouldn’t have gotten into the Library that easily."

The sudden contempt made Yang Yu feel uncomfortable all over.

Not only that, but Ying Luo had spoken about previously harboring goodwill towards him, which now seemed utterly gone — and Yang Yu couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Before Yang Yu could say anything, Ying Luo took out her keys, forcefully pushed open the villa door, "I finally understand why you’re so confident. If you intend to use those things to change the status quo at the Library, let me tell you outright, it’s impossible. So don’t come looking for me anymore, even if I had any intel, I wouldn’t give it to you."

Yang Yu was left dumbfounded, feeling like he had inexplicably been saddled with an enormous unjust accusation, as if he were being weighed down by a two-hundred-pound burden, unable to catch his breath,

"Miss Ying Luo, what exactly are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"There’s no use arguing, the Library Newspaper has stated it very clearly in black and white. To me, you’re no different from those people, all out for personal gain, shamelessly causing trouble and disregarding the feelings of others."

After these words, Ying Luo, accompanied by Lotcar, went into the villa without looking back, leaving Yang Yu with the door slammed in his face.

"What exactly is going on? She rejected me so decisively. Where could the problem have arisen?"

Yang Yu rubbed his chin in thought, a sense of foreboding washing over him,

"Ying Luo seemed to mention the Library Newspaper just now. Could it be that besides detailing my outstanding performance, there’s something else written there... wait a minute, weren’t those the details I intentionally leaked to that reporter? Could it be..."

Yang Yu knew that no amount of speculation here would yield results, and the best course of action was to find the latest issue of the Library Newspaper and have a good look.

The problem was, as a newbie, Yang Yu had not subscribed to the Library Newspaper.

To get a copy now seemed to be a bit difficult...

Wait, maybe it wasn’t so difficult after all.

Yang Yu quickly took out the map Tico gave him and carefully searched until he finally found a place called the Publication Press.

This was it.

The newspaper had been issued for several days. It was hard to ask directly from those who had it, but going to the press, there would be no issue about asking for one.

The press should have drafts or spare newspapers, and with some money, he should be able to see them.

No time like the present, Yang Yu set off at once, and after walking through several streets, he finally arrived at a building bearing the sign of the Publication Press.

The building was only two stories high, looking very much like a small, single-story house.

Through the light coming from the entrance, Yang Yu could clearly see the first floor lined with all kinds of books and publications. These were all publicly for sale—available for purchase with contribution points.

The sound of machinery clacking away came steadily from the second floor of the Publication Press, clearly audible even from outside. This modest press operated twenty-four hours non-stop, printing and proofing books that would be sold and rented at bookstores in the Library district.

Since the first floor was set up exactly like a bookstore, Yang Yu went in without hesitation and addressed the bald shopkeeper who was reading,

"Excuse me, do you have the latest issue of the Library Newspaper?"

The bald shopkeeper looked at Yang Yu and pointed to the corner, "Over there. A single issue costs one contribution point. Subscribing for a year costs thirty contribution points and requires leaving your address for the paper delivery."

One contribution point per newspaper was equivalent to a thousand yuan for a paper, and Yang Yu swore this was the most expensive newspaper he had ever come across.

But Yang Yu didn’t hesitate, picked up the Library Newspaper from the corner, paid the shopkeeper, and then immediately removed the staple binding the paper and browsed it carefully.

The headline spoke of his brilliant performance during the Martial Arts Exam at the Library. He found it a bit embarrassing to read himself, but there was no problem there.

That sort of news wouldn’t cause Ying Luo to perform a complete one-eighty in attitude; if anything, it should have made her look at him with new respect...

There was nothing out of the ordinary on the newspaper. So what could have gone wrong?

Just as Yang Yu pondered this, he flipped to the next page, and suddenly, a striking headline caught his eye,

"Shocking! The Library’s once-in-a-millennium genius is rumored to be involved with him! Even the Luo Ze Empire’s future Queen is impressed!"