Chapter 924: Chapter 505 What Am I Looking Forward To_2 Chapter 924: Chapter 505 What Am I Looking Forward To_2 But in the blink of an eye, he thought of something else.

Today was the day when final exam results were released, and their final exams had ended.

On the day of the exam, he purposely acted as a good child who, despite a persistent high fever, insisted on going to the examination hall.

Unfortunately, his consciousness couldn’t overcome the Disease Demon, and he fainted halfway through the exam. What could have been a top-three grade ended up being in the three hundreds.

And his NPC parents were most loyal to academic performance, this score would definitely result in a beating, followed by a harvest of tears.

After giving Xiemen Waidao a look, the Old Fox didn’t make a fuss, silently returned to the classroom, and soon waited for the homeroom teacher to arrive and received his grades.

Very good, not a single pass.

Looking at these disastrous results, the Old Fox could already visualize the beating he was about to receive, and he couldn’t wait to rush home to share the “great news” with “mom and dad.”

After school, the Old Fox dashed home like a dog off its leash, full of joy, and saw his parents.

As he just entered the door, he almost couldn’t suppress the smirk on his face. It took a while to stabilize his emotions before he said in a sobbing tone, “Dad, my exam this time…”

But when he saw the Black Tech that appeared at home, he felt a chill down his spine.

But no worries, his “parents” were highly educated and especially cared about grades. Even if Xiemen Waidao had applied a financial offensive, they wouldn’t abandon their educational principles.

After all, these two people cared most about their reputation, money was no longer important, their child’s academic performance was what mattered most.

Steadying his emotions, he said dejectedly, “Dad, mom, I failed all my final exams.”

“Don’t call me dad,” his father said indifferently from the dining table.

“Mom…”

“Nor me mom,” NPC mother said with the same calmness.

The Old Fox’s eyes moistened, and tears came easily, causing the remaining viewers in the live stream to feel heartbroken.

[I’m reminded of my own parents, they were like this when I didn’t do well on tests as a kid.]
[Yeah, seeing Old Fox’s wronged little eyes is just too pitiful.]
[Baby, don’t cry, come for a hug.]
Watching as the live stream’s sentiment reversed, a cheerful glee bloomed inside the Old Fox’s heart.

But outwardly, he continued with a sobbing voice, “Dad, mom, what’s wrong? I know I made a mistake.”

“We’ve told you not to call us mom and dad,” NPC dad said helplessly, “The truth is, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a few days now, there was a mix-up at the hospital when you were born.”

“…What?”

Pointing to the smiling Black Tech, NPC dad said, “This is our real child, we’ve seen the DNA test report, it’s true. Your real parents will be here soon, just wait a bit longer.”

“Not… Is it even possible to snatch parents in this game! Does the game have this setting?”

Black Tech flashed a V-sign.

The hospitals here were all owned by his family; altering a test report was truly too simple.

And although the NPCs here seemed intelligent, in reality, they were easily fooled with just a sheet of paper. Stealing someone’s parents was really quite simple.

Before long, neat footsteps rang out from downstairs, and a dozen men in black rushed in, respectfully bowing to the Old Fox.

“The three-year period has ended, we welcome the return of the Dragon King.”

“You’re still on this trope! Will it ever end?”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s an old trope, as long as it works. Old Wang, let’s go back.”

As Old Fox was dragged away, Black Tech nodded in satisfaction and sent a message to Xiemen Waidao, signaling that the job was done.

The identity of the Old Fox being taken away had undergone a great transformation; he was no longer a pitiful child bullied by others, he had become the Dragon King of the underworld, the King of Mercenaries, a big shot on Wall Street, the master of the underground kingdom.

His identity was enigmatic, and his presence terrified many.

All sorts of bizarre identities were forced upon him, and within half a day, the heartbreaking drama he had meticulously planned turned into a tale of an urban Dragon King, leaving him completely clueless about what had happened.

And by the time he came to his senses, his live stream had completely cooled off.

[This is not what was advertised, how boring.]
[I’m out of here, this isn’t as fun as it used to be.]
[It suddenly turned into a feel-good story, Old Fox, why didn’t you start with this?]
[I was here for a coming-of-age drama, but what the hell is this? I’m out, unfollowed.]
Watching the mass exodus of followers, Old Fox was on the verge of tears.

He could already see himself ranking high on tomorrow’s Bilibili unfollow leaderboard, maybe even a bit higher than a certain factory manager.

And definitely, those with a bone to pick with him would take the opportunity to lead the charge, pushing the number of approving unfollows even higher.

“Xiemen Waidao, fuck your entire family.”

[And you dare curse? This streamer is done for; I can’t watch this anymore.]
“Then don’t watch and fuck off! Did I beg you to watch? Fuck off!”

[Old Fox has gone mad!]
“I’ll smash your entire family, I’m mad your brother-in-law, come and fight me one-on-one!”

“I’ve been sick of you guys for a long time, come at me if you dare, idiots.”

“Do you think I like to please you, do you think I like to come here and play the victim? If it wasn’t for the sake of traffic, would I care about you? All of you can go die!”

“I just stole some of your videos, so what? I just did a bit of Chinese-to-Chinese translation, is that worth you going after me like this?”

“Stealing your video is a show of respect, yet instead of presenting your asses willingly, you dare to talk about rights with me, you’ve got some nerve!”

Having his defenses breached, Old Fox finally started speaking without restraint, spewing golden lines non-stop, cursing out the audience in the livestream.

He cursed everyone, known and unknown, until he was out of breath. The live broadcast was banned before he finally stopped.

“Fuck this, I quit!”

After his outburst, Old Fox felt incredibly relieved.

Following the relief, he saw the video of his meltdown being edited and uploaded, an hour and seventeen minutes of profanity-laden footage posted on Bilibili, quickly drawing attention.

Although the videos were promptly deleted, the audio version had already spread through various groups.

In addition to the stolen videos, his other misdeeds were also exposed, and the once-top streamer met his end in a dramatic fashion, with Old Fox thoroughly swept into the dustbin of history.

When Wang Say Games discovered Old Fox had been banned, he was genuinely shocked.

It’s only been a few days!

Counting on his fingers, he couldn’t help but say in a temporary group chat: [What’s going on? I haven’t even reacted yet, and Old Fox is gone.]
Fang Cheng EX: [Evil doings will naturally lead to self-destruction.]
Xiemen Waidao: [I don’t know either, my follow-up plan wasn’t even fully in play yet, who would have thought he’d self-destruct like this.]
Black Tech: [Same here, I haven’t had my fun yet.]
Wang Say Games: [Although I had a grudge against him, isn’t this a bit too cruel? After all, he was a top streamer and now he’s just gone.]
Xiemen Waidao: [That’s what you think, and if you were in his position, do you think he would have been so merciful?]
Wang Say Games: [Seems like he wouldn’t.]
Xiemen Waidao: [Exactly. Alright, I’ve about had my fill of this game, I’m off to play ‘Please Inside, Guest.’ There are still lots of secrets in that game I haven’t found.]
Black Tech: [I’ll join. What about you, Wang?]
Wang Say Games: [Yeah, I’ll go too. What about you, Fang Cheng EX?]
Fang Cheng EX: [No thanks, I have other things to do.]
After seeing the others off, Fang Cheng crushed another floating bubble, vanquishing a hidden Demon Lord completely.

Thus, all Demon Lords potentially related to Xiemen Waidao were scattered to the winds.

Although it couldn’t be guaranteed that all Demon Lords were gone, based on Xiemen Waidao’s character, there likely weren’t any unrelated ones left.

The antics of Xiemen Waidao hadn’t caused any anomalies in the trajectory of the game “Childhood”, and Dustfire seemed to be doing quite well.

However, looking at Dustfire, Fang Cheng found himself conflicted.

The situation he anticipated did not arise, nor did Xiemen Waidao cause any abnormality in the undertones of the game. This should have been good news, but Fang Cheng felt a nagging dissatisfaction.

What am I hoping for?

Sorting through his emotions, Fang Cheng started to ponder why he felt this way.