My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 541: Solving Fu Sheng’s School Issue (5000)

Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Solving Fu Sheng’s School Issue (5000)

"The production of this horror romance game actually reflects a certain desire in Li Guo’er’s heart."

"At least to Li Guo’er, Han Fei’s death was certain. The best outcome for him was to dissolve everyone’s hatred, then choose a relatively dignified way to die."

"Now, as Han Fei took the game to seek Zhao Qian’s opinion, he was also probing, trying to see what Zhao Qian would need to forgive him."

"Unlike Li Guo’er, who wore every emotion on her face, Zhao Qian was an experienced executive with deep strategies. She spoke little and, even if murderous thoughts arose, would not reveal them easily."

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

"Come in."

"Our team has finished the revised game proposal, and we’d like to get your feedback," Han Fei said as he placed the main storyline and some illustrations on Zhao Qian’s desk.

"Isn’t your team responsible for the romance simulation game designed by Zhang Qing’s team? Why is the cover so gruesome? There’s even a chainsaw."

"They only know how to peddle flesh, with no innovation, and their methods are crude. After much consideration, we decided to scrap it completely and design a new game." Han Fei stepped forward, making sure not to miss any subtle expression on Zhao Qian’s face.

"Romance games are all the same clichés. What new twists can you possibly play on?" Zhao Qian put aside her work, picked up the documents, and began to read. Slowly, her expression became abnormal.

It felt like watching a horror film at home and suddenly realizing the victim being chased by the ghost was one’s ex-boyfriend.

Slightly happy, somewhat excited, and a bit exhilarated, anxious to jump into the scene and join the ghost and monster in the chase.

Seeing a smile on Zhao Qian’s face, Han Fei subtly avoided her gaze.

When he had seen this game, he identified with the male protagonist; as for Zhao Qian, she directly stepped into the role of a woman chasing down the scumbag.

"Not bad, very good indeed," Zhao Qian said after about fifteen minutes, looking as if she hadn’t had enough: "If I have to point out a flaw, I think the male protagonist’s female boss isn’t dominating enough. Also, there should be more endings, and flesh out some side stories. For example, after the male protagonist drives his female boss home, that night could lead to more happenings."

"President Zhao, do you think any changes are needed regarding the ways of dying? Although it’s an 18+ game, getting too gory isn’t great. After all, at its core, it’s still a romance game." Han Fei whispered to Zhao Qian.

"You’re right, these methods are indeed too gory and rather exaggerated. It would be difficult to execute them in reality." Zhao Qian listed a few alternatives with her pen: "For example, push the male protagonist into the swimming pool while he’s drunk, or electrify the bath while he’s showering, or else..."

Zhao Qian gave four examples in one go, and just listening made Han Fei feel a chill coursing through his throat.

"Fu Yi, you really have great talent. There are no similar games on the market. I doubt others could replicate this feeling. Work hard and get the game out soon. If it becomes a hit, the company leadership will respect you more, and they might let you continue managing ’Eternal Life’." Zhao Qian praised Han Fei and urged him to get to work, seemingly worried that Han Fei might get killed before the game was even finished.

"Thank you for your recognition, President Zhao. We will continue to work hard." Han Fei’s response was very formal.

"By the way," Zhao Qian suddenly pressed her hand down on the documents as Han Fei reached out to take them back, "game aside, don’t take it seriously. I see you’ve been under a lot of stress lately. How about going to the usual place for a drink tonight?"

The scenario was so familiar that the hairs on Han Fei’s neck stood on end. As he was trying to think of a way to refuse, his phone suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, President Zhao, I have a call." Han Fei yanked the documents away and pretended to answer the phone, then hurried out of the office.

"That was close. If I go to her place tonight, I might never come back out again." He answered the call instinctively and asked casually, "What’s up?"

"Can you come to the school? We want to talk to you about Fu Sheng. He hit a child before, and the child’s parents want to settle this amicably." The voice on the phone sounded very genteel.

"Teacher Liu?" Han Fei’s heart, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. This was no time to be careless. "Did Fu Sheng hit someone before?"

"Both sides started fighting."

"That kid hit Fu Sheng too? Okay, I’m heading over to take a look." Han Fei hung up the phone and returned to his team’s office. "Two things to tell everyone, first, our game has been affirmed by the company’s upper management, they also believe it’s definitely going to be a hit!"

Brother Jia Shu and the other employees cheered, not so much to create an atmosphere but because a hit game meant bonuses would be far higher than their salaries.

"There’s also a second thing, I need to step out for a bit, you guys stay here and work hard." Han Fei walked over to his computer and closed all the minimized games, he was ready to leave work directly.

He picked up his briefcase and took another look at Shen Luo, who hadn’t woken up yet.

"I bought food and water for you, you can’t blame me if you get caught again."

Han Fei left the building through the safety passage and took a taxi to the school.

He had always been interested in the place where Fu Sheng studied and grew up; it was just that being chased all the time meant he couldn’t be distracted to explore.

It was still class time for the students, so there weren’t many people around the campus.

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

"Come straight to the principal’s office."

After receiving the reply, Han Fei suddenly realized he didn’t know where the principal’s office was: "This school looks pretty big, Fu Sheng is a first-year high schooler, two high school freshmen fighting shouldn’t normally involve the principal, at most the head of the department would suffice, it seems this matter has become quite serious."

Han Fei was not a young man who had just entered society; he had been tempered in Deep World, had held various professions, and had seen the bitterness and struggles of people.

Directly opposite the school gate was the teaching building. Han Fei was planning to bypass it, but then he saw a girl sitting on the steps in front of the teaching building.

"It’s class time, why is she sitting on the steps outside?" Han Fei walked towards the girl, but she turned around and went into the teaching building, disappearing from sight.

"Is this the girl who has been eating with Fu Sheng?" A few years ago, a girl had jumped off a building and her body had landed on the steps in front of the teaching building. Many people knew about this, but the school didn’t allow it to be discussed, and they suppressed the spread of the story.

"According to Teacher Liu, Fu Sheng also likes to hold an umbrella over a sapling. I wonder where that sapling is? If they don’t admit there’s something wrong with the area around the sapling, I’ll come back at night to see if I can dig up something like a body." Han Fei, being a father for the first time, had no experience. He felt this was the right way to prove Fu Sheng’s innocence.

Crossing the teaching building, Han Fei finally saw the office building, and Teacher Liu happened to come downstairs to meet him.

"This way!"

Teacher Liu had made a special effort to dress up that day, wearing a light green dress that made her look particularly ladylike. The only discordant note was that whatever she did, she would carry a bulky bag with her.

With Teacher Liu leading the way, Han Fei arrived at the top floor of the office building and entered the principal’s office.

Several people were standing in the room, and their looks at Han Fei were quite unfriendly.

"So late, completely lacking in manners," a middle-aged man in a costly tailor-made black suit, proudly sticking out his pot belly, was the one who spoke.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a chubby boy in a school uniform. He had developed faster than his peers, giving a sense of being over-nourished—not only was he chubby, but he was also quite tall.

This student, almost as tall as Han Fei, stood beside his father looking aggrieved, with a bandaged arm.

On the sofa to the left of these two sat a short man with a stern expression. Behind him stood a yellow-haired student in a school uniform, with his zipper undone, wearing an air of indifference. Upon closer inspection, one could catch a whiff of smoke on him.

"Mr. Fu, how is Fu Sheng feeling now?" A kind voice came from the front of the desk; a small, kind-eyed elderly man was sitting behind it. He waved his hand, gesturing for Teacher Liu to close the door.

"All three parents are here, so let’s get straight to the point," the principal’s gaze swept over the three parents. "It’s definite that students who fight in class against school rules must be punished. Fu Sheng hit both of your children, and he indeed did wrong, but he has been punished at home for quite a long time, and I guess he has reflected enough. I feel that you two don’t need to dwell on this anymore. Kids will be kids, let’s just let this go, shall we?"

The principal said to the middle-aged man and the short man as if their children had suffered a great grievance, hoping they wouldn’t hold a grudge anymore.

"Let bygones be bygones. Let’s just forget about it this time, we don’t want to stoop to his level," the middle-aged man, with his pot belly, seemed to have significant clout, as even the principal was very polite to him.

The yellow-haired’s parent nodded in agreement as well.

"Father of Fu Sheng, what do you think?" the principal asked Han Fei. If Han Fei nodded, everything would be perfectly resolved.

"Are you three putting on a skit for me here?" Han Fei walked straight up to the fat student. "This bandage is wrapped like you’re playing around. Have you guys never seen blood before?"

He held down the fatty and casually ripped off his bandages, revealing that the fat student’s arms were entirely unharmed.

After careful examination, Han Fei found a few small scratches on the fatty’s arm that seemed to have been caused by fingernails.

"Just for these minor scrapes; I think even a Band-Aid is a waste, let alone all this bandage. Who are you trying to perform for by wrapping up like this?"

Throwing the bandage on the ground, Han Fei turned back to the principal, "Let’s not even talk about whether other kids bullied Fu Sheng or not, but these two students, one so tall and bulky, the other obviously a regular in fights, do you think Fu Sheng could have taken advantage of them by himself?"

Seeing how uncooperative Han Fei was, the principal’s smile stiffened.

"When I came over, I saw surveillance cameras outside your classroom. 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, would do anything for my child."

There was a murderous look in Han Fei’s eyes, making it clear that this matter wouldn’t be so easily resolved.

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Teacher Liu took out her smartphone. She placed the phone on the table and then played a video: "The students recorded it themselves that day, and they have already posted it online."

Teacher Liu finished speaking and pointed at the yellow-haired, "They even think it’s fun."

The cell phone video began to play. It was raining that day, and Fu Sheng entered the classroom with his wet umbrella and a clean lunch box.

A few students nearby pointed and commented on Fu Sheng, saying he ran to shelter the sapling with an umbrella again today, and someone said Fu Sheng has an invisible girlfriend.

Fu Sheng seemed already used to it and didn’t react to the remarks. As he was about to walk to his desk with the umbrella, the yellow-haired suddenly tripped him, causing him to fall to the ground.

The umbrella dropped, and the lunch box rolled far away.

Fu Sheng didn’t say anything, just got up to pick up his lunch box, but then the fatty and a girl next to him jokingly stepped on the lid of the box.

Fu Sheng, who had been enduring, stood in front of the fatty and asked him to move away. Hearing this, the fatty deliberately made an exaggerated expression and then kicked the lunch box lid to the side.

Several boys kicked the lid around while Fu Sheng just stood there, his hands clenched tight.

The fatty was asking for it with his provocation, and then Fu Sheng punched him in the face. What followed was a group beating on Fu Sheng.

They pinned Fu Sheng against the backboard to hit him. Knowing he was no match for so many, Fu Sheng desperately grabbed at the fatty but was too weak and ended up being kicked to the ground, overturning the desk with him.

After the video ended, Han Fei’s face had completely cooled down. He did not know how Fu Yi had resolved the matter, perhaps Fu Yi had never really cared about Fu Sheng, maybe he didn’t even know about the incident.

The principal behind the desk shot Teacher Liu a glare and then forced an awkward smile: "As you can see, it was indeed Fu Sheng who threw the first punch, so there’s fault on both sides. The right choice when bullied is to seek help from a teacher, not to resort to violence to solve the problem."

"Yeah, you see, Fu Sheng scratched my child’s arm too." The middle-aged man wanted to say more, but Han Fei slowly turned his head.

"You think the injuries my child suffered aren’t serious?"

"Those are just superficial wounds on him, but my child is bleeding, scared the hell out of us with his arm all bloodied when we got home." The middle-aged man was very protective of his own child, and after hearing this, Han Fei didn’t say much more.

He walked up to the middle-aged man, sighed softly, "The saddest part about Shrine Memory World is that everything here has happened in reality."

"What are you trying to do?"

The middle-aged man sensed something was wrong and prepared to retreat, but Han Fei had already grabbed his neck, and a huge force slammed him straight onto the desk in front of the principal.

"You think these are just superficial wounds?" Han Fei lifted the middle-aged man and smashed him onto the desk again, shocking the principal into a stupor.

With both hands grasping the middle-aged man’s collar, Han Fei looked at his pained and twisted expression, "Come on, use your fingernails to dig into my arm. Let’s compare and see who can’t stand it first."

"Fu Sheng’s dad, please, calm down! This won’t solve anything!" The principal stood up from his chair: "This is fighting violence with violence. Both parties are at fault here."

"Both have issues? Can’t you see a bunch of students beating my child? Didn’t you see that Yellow-haired tripped my child? That Little Fatty stepping on the lunchbox I bought for my son, can’t you see clearly?" Han Fei slammed his fist onto the desk: "Stop muddling this up; my child can just transfer schools, but I’m telling you, this isn’t over!"

Han Fei was gripping the middle-aged man’s neck, "This is just a superficial wound, why are you rolling your eyes at me!"

The Little Fatty, seeing his father being hit, was too scared to utter a word, but the principal hurriedly intervened: "Fu Yi! This isn’t the way to solve things. We can sit down and talk about the kids’ issues, no one is seriously injured after all."

"No scars mean no harm was done?" Han Fei freed one hand and promptly pinned the principal next to the middle-aged man: "Since you’re not injured, then what are you both screaming about? It’s just a little pain, it’ll be fine in a couple of days."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to pass out, Han Fei finally released his hold. He threw both the middle-aged man and the principal onto the floor, then turned to look at Little Fatty: "However you bullied Fu Sheng, I’ll do the same to your dad. Maybe then he’ll understand, coddling you might get himself killed."

Picking up the phone from the desk, Han Fei transferred Teacher Liu’s video from the phone to his own, then walked towards Yellow-haired. The short man was very frightened but still crucially stood in front of his useless child.

"Big brother, I’ll go home and teach him a lesson! It’s my fault for not disciplining him well, I’ll go home and beat him!" The short middle-aged man pleaded in his tone, and Yellow-haired was indeed scared stiff by Han Fei; the young punk met the infamous psychopath killer, and now his legs were weak.

"On this mobile phone, no student who bullied Fu Sheng will get away." Han Fei didn’t care whether the students were truly remorseful; he just hoped that Fu Sheng could step out of his room and reconnect with the outside world.

This time, no one in the outside world would hurt him anymore because Han Fei would shield him from the storms.

Leaving the principal’s office, Han Fei glanced at the sun setting soon and took out his phone to call his wife.

"I might be home late tonight."

"Okay, should I save some dinner for you? What time do you think you’ll be back?" His wife’s voice changed slightly.

"I’m at Fu Sheng’s school, discussing with his teacher and other parents how to get Fu Sheng back to campus, looking for a solution," Han Fei looked back at the principal’s office and quickened his pace.

"So, have you come up with any solution?"

"We’re thinking of transferring schools."

"Huh?"

"I just gave their principal a beating."