"Jack Brooks, bragging is wrong." Steven Clark grinned slyly and used a reverse-psychology tactic.

"It doesn't matter, just think I'm bragging if you want."

After saying this, Jack Linton turned around without looking back and walked coolly toward his own room.

In a flash, Steven Clark blocked the doorway, spreading his hand wide: "Jack Linton, as a Hong Kong Island police officer, I now require you to unconditionally cooperate with the police in this operation... help me with my homework."

"Sir Clark, do you think I'm that easy to scare?"

Jack Linton sneered, brushed off Steven Clark's hand, and walked around him.

"Brother Jack, I was too arrogant just now, I was wrong, I admit it."

When tough doesn't work, try being soft. Steven Clark grabbed Jack Linton, eyes brimming with tears: "For the sake of us being relatives, and both being handsome guys, give me a hand. I promise, just this once, never again."

"Sir Clark, don't call me that, you taught me that we must respect seniority."

"Brother Jack, I must have been blinded by lard, please be the bigger person and help Little Steve out!"

"Steve Clark, the most important thing in life is to keep your word. Once spoken, words are like water spilled—take responsibility."

Jack Linton shook his head coldly and snorted disdainfully: "You say one thing and take it back the next moment. If you keep doing this, it's hard for me to help you!"

"No, Brother Jack! Brother Jack, please don't!"

"Hey, watch what you're saying..."

Chapter 6: They Say If a Father Kneels to His Son, the Son Will Faint

"From today on, no one can make me stand in the hallway or on the playground anymore..."

"No one!!"

Having found a way to deal with his homework, Steven Clark walked back into the classroom and realized that the hell he had suffered was nothing at all, not worth mentioning.

Full of confidence, his stride became arrogant, and he swore never to be punished to stand again.

When Steven Clark says it, not even Jesus can change it!

"Pop quiz. Anyone who fails will stand on the playground for a week."

The history teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers, eyes cold as a heartless killer.

Scientific research shows: you can't just set up a flag, or you'll die a terrible death.

Looking at the test paper in front of him, Steven Clark knew he was done for. He didn't need Jesus to intervene—the history teacher could make him stand to death on the playground.

After all, he was someone who cared about his reputation. He said he wouldn't stand on the playground, so he absolutely wouldn't. Steven Clark pulled out his brick phone and quietly contacted David Carter.

If you don't cheat on exams, you'll be a junior next year—Steven Clark understood this truth ten years ago.

...

On the other side, Jack Linton sat in front of the computer typing away. His job was an office clerk, a merciless word-processing worker.

His daily work was to collect data, upload it to the computer, and finally enter it into the company's main archive.

This job was no pressure for Jack Linton; it was easy to pick up, and after finishing his work, he had plenty of free time to cram the basic knowledge of this world.

Maybe it was the uniqueness of Hong Kong Island, or maybe the worldview of this world was just chaotic, but the company he worked for, though mainly focused on interior design, also included feng shui and fortune-telling, corporate image and personal name consulting, as well as art design and processing.

It sounded impressive, but who knew what it was like in practice? As a newcomer, Jack Linton felt... it was unreliable.

"Who is Jack Linton?"

The company doors opened, and three police officers scanned the room, instantly silencing the lobby.

"Sir, what business do you have with our employee?"

After a two-second pause, the company's Manager Grant hurried forward, instinctively saying, "Is there some misunderstanding? We're running a legitimate business here!"

"Are you Jack Linton?"

"No."

"Then why are you talking so much?"

The lead officer glanced at his watch, impatience showing on his face, and called out again in the lobby: "Who is Jack Linton?"

"I am."

Jack Linton stood up and walked toward the three officers.

"Such a handsome guy, it must be you, can't be wrong..."

The officer muttered, then nodded: "Mr. Linton, there's a case, please cooperate and come with us."

"Officer, can you tell me what the case is about?"

Jack Linton was very confused. He didn't remember ever breaking the law—never in his previous life, and in this one...

He probably hadn't either.

"Don't worry, our Chief Superintendent just wants to have tea with you... really, just tea."

The officer leaned in close to Jack Linton and whispered, "I don't know the details, but it's urgent. The meeting room is full of people, at least superintendents. Come with us now, don't waste time."

"I understand."

Jack Linton nodded slightly, more or less understanding the situation, then turned to his boss: "Manager Grant, something's come up, I'll have to take the day off."

"No problem, you go ahead, I'll handle the rest."

Although the officer spoke quietly, Manager Grant still overheard, and started to doubt Jack Linton's identity while also lamenting his own bad luck.

He just wanted to hire a clerk, but ended up with a big shot. Easy to invite a god, hard to send one away—life would be tough from now on.

Thinking of this, Manager Grant decisively gave Jack Linton a month's paid leave.

Jack Linton: "..."