On stage, Carrie Dean had prepared meticulously. She knew that although the numbers were large, the quality was truly uneven. She wanted to ignite everyone’s fighting spirit and was quite satisfied with her own performance. Yet her gaze still swept over a certain lonely corner... picking his nose...

The next second, Carrie Dean restrained her killing intent, her eyes bursting with even more dazzling brilliance. She clenched her right hand and held it across her chest—this was the Hall’s salute, also the hero’s salute.

“Today, you are proud to enter Rose Hall. Tomorrow, Rose Hall will be proud of you. Be brave, strive forward, Hall’s glory!”

Carrie Dean projected her voice into every student’s ear, and the entire Triumph Square erupted. Everyone’s eyes burned with the fire of giving their all.

Hall’s glory~~ Hall’s glory~~~

Old Walker also waved his arm along with the crowd. In life, you must learn to forget your troubles and enjoy happiness. After all, not everyone gets to experience something like transmigration.

To hell with glory—come on, draw a dragon with me on the left, a rainbow on the right, left hand and right hand swim forward, move your hips and elbows...

The dormitory door creaked open. Vance Tracy squeezed his chubby head through the crack and glanced around. When he spotted Old Walker, his posture completely relaxed, and he curiously sized up everything in the room.

“Frank, this is awesome, you actually got a single dorm! The Rune Institute really is different.”

“Oh, please, it’s just that no one else came, so it’s empty anyway. If you ever want to roll in the sheets with Rachel, I’ll let you use it. That’s brotherhood, right?” Even though life was tough, you still had to keep a lighthearted and optimistic attitude.

Vance Tracy blushed and quickly waved his hand. “No, no, it’s not at that stage yet.”

Frank Walker rolled his eyes speechlessly. “Then why are you dressed so green?”

Vance Tracy was wearing a particularly flashy green suit, which made his little belly stick out.

“This was a gift from Rachel. Isn’t it a perfect fit? She said it matches my dazzling self especially well.”

Frank Walker covered his face. “How much did you pay?”

“Two hundred Lio. And let me tell you some shocking news: today, I held hands with Rachel!”

Damn, I thought you’d gone all the way. Frank Walker was helpless. This piece of junk was worth at most a few Lio, and just holding hands made its value skyrocket. But Frank Walker didn’t try to talk him out of it—if a backup ever woke up, he wouldn’t be a backup.

“Did it feel good?”

“Of course!” Speaking of his goddess, Vance Tracy immediately forgot about the button on his belly that was about to pop and beamed with joy. “Yesterday, I walked with her alone through the grove. We held hands, and this time she didn’t refuse. So I think it’s a sign. Next month is her birthday, and she’s really looking forward to me coming. I want to officially confess to her.”

At this moment, Vance Tracy was savoring the memory. Even though she let go shyly after just a moment, he didn’t blame her. That said a lot!

“Damn, you haven’t washed your hand since then, have you?” Old Walker looked speechlessly at Vance Tracy, who was sniffing his hand like a dog.

Vance Tracy nodded very seriously. That “intimate contact” yesterday was the closest he’d gotten in over a year at Rose. After his persistent efforts, his goddess had finally felt his sincerity.

“Mom says, if you like someone, you have to persevere!”

Rachel, 97th class of the Firearms Institute, same year as Vance Tracy, blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy and voluptuous, with a seductively slender waist. Any pose she struck was a capital S. One flirtatious glance and the fat guy’s legs would go weak. She was known as the “walking hormone” of the Firearms Institute, the fantasy of many old virgins, with countless admirers.

Although Ace Baker’s overall rating was low, he was rich and easy to fool—that was his advantage.

For someone as shrewd as Rachel to suddenly be so “generous,” and even invite Vance Tracy to her birthday party, completely ignoring her “pond” reputation, it was obvious she’d found her true love. No matter what Ace gave, it was like throwing meat buns to a dog.

“What are you planning to give her?”

Vance Tracy scratched his head with a silly grin. “I’m planning to buy a Saxon six-chamber revolver as a gift. That’s all my savings.”

If it were just some roses or something, Old Walker wouldn’t bother to advise him. Young people have to suffer some losses to learn. But a six-chamber revolver costs at least six thousand Lio—like selling a kidney to buy an iFruit for a green tea girl. Throwing meat buns to a dog. The fat guy was dreaming of rolling in the sheets and flying together, but at most she’d let him hold her hand, and who knows, she might disinfect her hand afterward.

“Don’t you want to think it over? What if she doesn’t accept? What if someone else confesses to her that day? Then your coffin money... your wife fund will be gone.” Frank Walker couldn’t help but advise. Brothers for life—your money is my money. No matter where you are, money is a good thing.

Chapter 10: Bad Review Transmigration

“No, Rachel isn’t that kind of girl. Her passion is just on the surface—she’s actually very reserved. I’ve been chasing her for over a year, and only now is there progress. The others don’t have any emotional foundation with her, she won’t accept them!” Vance Tracy said righteously.

Frank Walker knew exactly how that felt. No matter what you said now, it was useless.

That six-chamber revolver would be a total waste. For Rachel, at most it was just another gain.