I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate-Chapter 75: Revisiting the Past

After Su Ze left the room, Liou Wenxin closed the door.

The stocky woman paid it no mind, calling the other two women to the dining room for their pasty pilaf.

Meanwhile, Su Ze returned to the area outside the lab.

As soon as he came out, Mr. Ya asked, "How did it go?"

Su Ze said, "It went smoothly enough."

"Now I just have to wait half an hour before I go back in to clear the dishes."

"He’s still here?" Su Ze looked into the distance and saw that the thin, dark-skinned student was still waiting. It seemed he was really worried.

Mr. Ya chuckled and said, "I was just like him when I first got into Luofan Academy. A work-study student, careful about everything, afraid to offend anyone. For people like us from the slums, getting into the top school in Luofan Country is like a beggar entering the imperial palace. We’re terrified of making one small mistake and getting kicked out."

Su Ze was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected Mr. Ya to have come from the slums.

In Luofan Country, where the gap between rich and poor was enormous, it wasn’t easy for a child from the slums to get into Luofan Academy. They had to work several, or even more than ten times, harder than children from wealthy districts.

"That’s all in the past." Mr. Ya shook his head, not wanting to bring up old memories.

Su Ze didn’t press the issue. He waited quietly for half an hour, then went and knocked on the lab door again.

The stocky woman opened the door again. She said nothing, and Su Ze went straight into the dining room to clear the dishes.

Then he knocked on Liou Wenxin’s door.

The door opened. Liou Wenxin stepped aside, and Su Ze walked in, seeing two sets of tableware on the table.

Mrs. Yun’s food container was picked clean of rice, but Liou Wenxin’s was still more than half full.

Su Ze remained impassive. He gathered all the tableware onto the small food cart and pushed it out of the lab, having no interaction with Liou Wenxin the entire time.

Once he was some distance from the lab, Su Ze found Liou Wenxin’s container. He pushed aside the rice inside and, just as he’d expected, found a piece of paper folded into a tight little square.

Su Ze didn’t open it immediately, instead tucking the paper into his pocket.

"Let’s go." Su Ze called to Mr. Ya, pushing the food cart toward the thin, dark-skinned student in the distance.

But before they had taken more than a couple of steps, they saw three students in uniform walking over.

Mr. Ya’s expression changed slightly when he saw the three of them.

The thin, dark-skinned student gave Mr. Ya an apologetic smile, then walked up to the three and began speaking to them in a low voice.

It turned out that after taking Mr. Ya’s money, he still felt uneasy and had reported the matter to an officer in the student council.

The student council was in charge of managing the work-study program at Luofan Academy.

The student council officer had told the thin, dark-skinned student to take a photo of Mr. Ya and send it over, which he did.

The thin, dark-skinned student hadn’t expected that a single photo would actually bring three student council officers.

He hung his head, offering the hundred-yuan bill Mr. Ya had given him with both hands. "I’m sorry," he said. "I just..."

Mr. Ya smiled and pushed his hands back. "It’s fine," he said. "You keep it."

The thin, dark-skinned student didn’t dare to linger. He pushed the food cart back onto the tricycle, got on, and rode away.

Among the three student council officers, the man standing at the front had a fair complexion, which was uncommon among the Luofan people.

The fair-skinned man sneered, "Well, look who it is. If it isn’t senior Yargha. Oh, that’s right, everyone online calls you Mr. Ya now. Mr. Ya, the famous streamer. You really bring honor to our alma mater."

Mr. Ya replied nonchalantly, "You’re Moni’s little brother, Mosang, right? I’ve seen you before. I can’t believe it’s been so long, and you’re still just as detestable as you were back then." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Mosang’s face turned cold. "Yargha, seven years have passed. You still haven’t given up? Which professor are you begging for help this time? Let me make this clear: no matter who speaks up for you, you can forget about getting that diploma!"

Mr. Ya glanced at Mosang, a flicker of imperceptible hatred in his eyes. "It’s been seven years," he said. "Is your family still unwilling to be magnanimous and let me off the hook?"

Mosang said, "If you had just bowed your head seven years ago, maybe none of this would have happened. Too bad you never recognized your place. You’re just low-life scum from the slums, no better than a dog. Even a dog knows to wag its tail and beg, but you actually tried to jump up and bite?"

Mr. Ya took a deep breath but said nothing. He turned to leave.

As an observer, Su Ze didn’t know the history between the two, but he thought, ’This Mosang guy is really asking for a punch.’

But since Mr. Ya chose to endure it, he must have had his reasons. Su Ze said nothing and followed behind him.

But Mosang wasn’t finished. He sneered, "Yargha, you think you can just walk away? For your own selfish benefit, you bribed and intimidated a fellow student. That’s a serious violation of school rules. If I report this to the dean’s office, you’ll be expelled."

"Do whatever you want!" Mr. Ya paused for a moment, then started walking again. It was as if he had let go of a heavy burden, and his steps became much lighter.

"This fucking school, this fucking diploma, I don’t give a damn!"

With that, he grabbed Su Ze and vanished on the spot with an Earth Escape.

Mosang stood there stunned, a look of bewilderment on his face. He never expected such a response from Mr. Ya.

...

After leaving Luofan Academy, Mr. Ya’s expression was a complex mixture of relief, indignation, anger, and hatred.

"Fucking school! They dragged me along for seven years over a diploma, and I’m done with it!

"I really want to kill the Monimo Sang siblings! It’d be even better if I could wipe out their whole family!"

Mr. Ya gritted his teeth, cursing nonstop. Su Ze could tell he wasn’t just venting. ’He really wants to do it!’

Mr. Ya always had a cheerful grin on his face. Su Ze had never seen him so full of malice.

Su Ze asked, "That Moni... was she the examiner you had for your practical assessment during your graduation exam back then?"

"Yeah. Their family is a big deal. They had a Saint-level powerhouse in their ancestry, and Moni’s dad is a famous genius, known as the Butterfly Stage expert in Luofan Country most likely to break through to the Saint level!

"Back when I took my practical graduation exam, Moni was already the youngest lecturer at the academy, a Cocoon Stage evolver. She had a good family background, was beautiful, and had countless admirers. She was a proud swan, a princess surrounded by adoring stars.

"And me? I was just a peak Pupa Stage student from the slums, with a whole set of escape skills but no offensive abilities. I was insecure, cautious, terrified of not being able to graduate. It was just my bad luck that I happened to run into her..."

Su Ze had heard Mr. Ya tell this story before, but hearing it again now, it felt completely different.

Before, he had just listened to it as a funny anecdote. But now, knowing that Mr. Ya came from the slums, he could finally understand just how much bitterness and pressure Mr. Ya had endured through an experience that others treated as a joke.