parentshiftbook Chapter 239 The Headmaster Appears
Chapter 239 The Headmaster Appears
Lin Feng glanced at Park Chang-beom's outstretched hand, then calmly raised his own hand to shake it.
Park Chang-beom had been waiting for this moment!
His smile suddenly turned fierce, and his arm muscles tensed violently—
But the next second, his face turned pale.
The touch from my palm was as hard as iron; it didn't feel like I was holding a human hand at all, but rather like I was gripping a steel plate.
Before he could react, Lin Feng's five fingers tightened slightly, and an overwhelming force suddenly pressed back down.
"Well--!"
Park Chang-beom cried out in pain, his whole body arching down like a shrimp whose tail had been stepped on.
He tried to pull his hand away, but found that his palm was locked tightly by iron clamps and he couldn't move it at all.
"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts so much!"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly and slowly released his grip.
Park Chang-beom felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He staggered back several steps, grimacing and shaking his wrist, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
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Studio:
"That's it? A professional boxer? He's practically a suicide bomber!"
"This is a real-life example of overestimating one's abilities... A major disaster is on the horizon."
"The Park family has lost face terribly; old humiliations remain unresolved, and new ones have been added to their list of disgrace."
"After all, he's someone who's achieved three S-rank clearances; you really can't afford to be in awe of him."
"He acted impulsively and started yelling first, which made for a great show."
"This is like a steel plate meeting a cotton fist!"
"Skill teaches you a lesson; after a few times, you'll understand what rules are."
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Before Park Chang-beom's groaning and grimacing could even finish, a cheerful yet slightly coquettish female voice broke in:
"Hi! You must be Lin Feng? I've heard so much about you!"
Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl wearing a bright yellow cheerleader skirt push through the crowd and walk over.
She had a head of fluffy blonde curly hair, healthy tan skin, and wore white sneakers, her skirt swaying playfully with each step.
The girl walked up to Lin Feng, extended her hand confidently, and smiled brightly:
"My name is Grace. I was cheering for the school's football game when the whistle blew and I opened my eyes to find myself here."
"Seriously, I saw your dungeon-clearing video before, it was amazing!"
As she spoke, Grace subtly raised her hand and gently tugged at her collar. Her already not-so-conservative team uniform became even more revealing with this tug, making her already prominent curves even more obvious.
After making this gesture, she casually raised her eyes, secretly observing Lin Feng's reaction—
This trick always works on boys at school; even if they aren't attracted to you, they'll at least be stunned for a few seconds.
Lin Feng's gaze swept quickly across Grace's chest, then a barely perceptible, subtle expression appeared on his face, his eyes seeming to say:
That's it?
Why would someone who has driven a Ferrari stop for an entry-level luxury car on the roadside?
The next second, his gaze calmly returned to Grace's face: "Hello."
Grace's smile froze for a moment, and she felt a little deflated.
She reluctantly withdrew her hand, subconsciously pulling her collar up a little, and her initial confidence dissipated considerably.
At this moment, the chat room was already bursting with laughter:
Grace: I'm really good at it! Lin Feng: Oh.
"This trick might work on others, but on Brother Feng? Forget it, I have four top-notch wives at home!"
One second: I'm the queen. The next second: Silently adjusting my collar.
"Even through the screen, I feel like I'm kicking myself for Grace..."
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Just as Grace turned to greet Wasim and extended her hand, a sharp, screeching sound ripped through the air.
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound—
The large door, framed by the skeleton of a giant beast and entwined with living vines, was slowly opening inward.
Every inch of movement was accompanied by a teeth-grinding "creak," as if bones were being forcibly twisted.
The crack in the door gradually widened, and a gust of cold wind rushed out, hitting everyone's face directly.
Soon, a figure wearing faded, almost grayish blue overalls slowly walked out.
He wore a faded hat on his head, the brim hanging low, obscuring his face in a blurry gloom.
Only a withered, spotted hand was visible, clutching a large bunch of rusty keys that jingled softly with his slow steps.
He stopped in front of the door and slightly raised his chin.
In the shadows, two cold, emotionless gazes seemed to sweep over the crowd.
"Fellow chosen ones," his voice was hoarse and dry, like a leaky old bellows, "please follow me."
After speaking, he didn't say another word, turned around, and dragged his feet into the mist behind the door.
The fifty people exchanged glances, and finally suppressed their unease, following one after another inside.
After passing through a path covered in ivy, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me—
This is a circular plaza enclosed by a tall iron fence. Around the plaza, at intervals, stands an animal sculpture:
There are lions roaring with their heads held high, cheetahs crouching and stalking, elephants stretching their trunks, and birds of prey standing with their wings folded...
The stone carving's surface is covered with traces of wind and rain erosion, adding to its indescribable eeriness.
Directly in front of the square stands a high platform carved from a single massive rock, resembling a giant beast lying prone on the ground, its broad, flat back serving as the platform surface.
On both sides of the platform, four roughly carved, curled-up animal claws are deeply embedded in the ground.
As soon as everyone stood still in the square, an old man slowly walked out from the shadow of the platform.
He was dressed in a well-fitting black Zhongshan suit, his hair was gray but neatly combed, and he wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. His eyes behind the lenses were cloudy but sharp.
He was leaning on an ebony cane, the top of which was carved with a lifelike owl.
He walked slowly to the center of the platform, his gaze sweeping over the Chosen Ones below, exuding an undeniable air of authority.
"Welcome to the Forest Ghost Zoo. I am the zoo's director, surnamed Tang, given name Yuan."
Tang Yuan paused, then slammed his black cane on the ground with a dull thud.
"For the next seven days, you will be temporary staff members of this zoo."
"All positions are subject to a rotation system, with one shift per day, rotating among seven duties: ticketing, ticket checking, order maintenance, visitor service center reception, animal care, park patrol, and cleaning."
His gaze swept across the crowd, his voice completely flat:
"No exceptions, no selections, not a single one can be missing."
A suppressed commotion arose in the crowd as people whispered about the dangers of each job.
Tang Yuan tapped his cane on the ground again, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"Remember these two points during your work hours."
"First, strictly abide by the rules posted throughout the park."
"Secondly, keep your hands and mouths to yourself. Don't anger the animals in their enclosures, and especially don't provoke the tourists who come to visit—"
"Otherwise... you'll have to bear the consequences!"