Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 10

10

Bixing Lu took measures for the PR crisis hurriedly, trying to communicate with the deans and the teachers already resigned one by one. Unfortunately, this time, neither sentiments nor reasons could touch them after the sensational opening ceremony. Even the temptation of money lost its powers.

The old dean expressed his aspiration clearly and directly in the speech––people looking up into the starry skies above their heads always uphold their principle even if their ultimate goal is pursuing profit. Moreover, dreams and dignity could not be trampled by money.

Even if when dreams and dignity were dying.

Disregarding his physiological needs for food and water, Bixing Lu was doing all he could all day long but in vain. He could only return to the staff office building alone.

The office was completely empty. The desks and chairs were put in immaculate order since there was no one to take a seat. As the teachers had good manners, they packed up their stuff before leaving. It was so clean that there was no trace that showed that they had ever been here.

Bixing Lu wandered around for a while, feeling it was too silent here. Therefore, he switched on the self-cleaning system in the office so the buzzing noise of cleaning could bring some liveliness into the room. Then he devoured a box of compressed nutrition meal.

The compressed nutrition meal was a cubic piece, with the least pleasing look and the texture of a hawthorn cake. It was an artificial nutrition compressed with all kinds of nutrients for human body which was intended for cases of emergency, and saving time as well. It was convenient and cheap, despite its taste was too far from delicious---- even the high-ranking pets were eating natural food   these days after all.

It did not mean that Bixing Lu had not had anything delicious before or unable to afford them. It was only because he was not ravenous and did not want to spend time on food.
He gobbled the dinner with a few bites. As the insulin increased in his blood vessel, he felt a bit drowsy, and a bit lonely at the same time.

Bixing Lu tranced for a while. Then an interface popped up from his desk which showed the school's roster. The staff section was almost completely grey, only the headmaster was left alone. Last year, they recruited more than a hundred students, but now there was only less than thirty left this year. While Bixing had his meal, a half of the thirty became grey as well ---- those would be the students who received the transcript and gave up themselves to fate.
The number of enrolment notices this year was a hundred and five in total. Ninety of them came to register. Most of them were Beijing-β locals who came for a glance at B4. They left after achieving their goals making up the forty who dropped out in this single day. The number was still dropping continually right now: what a satire.

"Every step's a struggle." The young headmaster sighed.

Bixing Lu's lung capacity was quite large, giving him the ability to sigh a full half minute. After a deep breath, he decided to think more optimistically.

Times were progressing and civilization was moving forward. The old "freaks" were constantly fighting for equal rights to be the normal people. However, time would create new generations of freaks again.

Bixing Lu called himself a "genius" even though he knew the term was just another way to say "freak".

Being a freak like this, how could he live if he takes everything into heart?

Bixing Lu asked the central computer to play an electronic dance music that would pull the whole building's atmosphere high up into the sky ---- for the sake of the old gentlemen's heart, the office building used to only play soft and classical music in the past.

Today, the entire building belonged to him. Bixing Lu locked the front and back door by the central computer so that nobody would see him, letting himself completely loosen up. He took off his coat but still felt constricted, so he just took his shoes and socks off altogether as well to liberate his ten imprisoned toes. Tea cups on the table were trembling because of the music. The headmaster stepped on the chair like a bandit, quickly releasing a new job posting and effectively formulating "Plan B".

It did not matter if no teachers would come ---- as he did not have many students at the present. He could teach all of them himself. According to the dropout rates, it would not be long before there was only a small class left in the entire Star Sea Academy. The first and second graders of the three departments could merge into one class -- anyway, judging from the transcriptions last year, it was unnecessary to divide these "elites" into different grades and majors.
Three small steps had just coalesced into one. Bixing Lu thought that it was quite reasonable. He summed up his periodical failures: tearing his crotch because the strides he took was too big. Successfully convincing himself, Bixing Lu left the problem aside in no time. With the loud music playing in the background, he sang the song out of tune and began to mess around with the chip Lin gave to him. Given the limited amount of equipment, he planned to figure out a bit more about the situation and plan out a budget first, so then he could ask Zhanlu for money.