Chapter 481: Profnana went for a sleep! Stelle's Zero-Frame Throw, Strikes a Critical Blow!
The Dean's voice was rich, resonant, and carried an undeniable weight.
Even amidst such a noisy scene, it successfully caught everyone's attention.
Instantly, all eyes turned toward the edge of the area!
"Students~"
"Just like all of you, I was also watching the livestream of Honkai: Star Rail just now."
The crowd parted on their own to make way for the Dean.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded the demeanor of a seasoned scholar despite wearing a monkey head mask, unhurriedly walking toward the stage.
"Since you all like this image of mine, I have come to the venue in this very form."
"I am here today for only one reason."
"Seeing as you all deeply approve of my teaching plan in the game, well then…"
"I have decided to make it a reality."
"—All courses and exams for this semester are canceled! You will earn your credits simply by participating in the anniversary celebration!"
The students erupted into gasps!
An uproar swept through the venue in an instant.
"Wait, Dean, are you for real?"
"The plot just happened in the game, and the real-life Dean pops out to announce it's true… Is it really that coincidental?"
"Didn't you hear him say he's been following the Honkai Star Rail storyline too? Clearly, the Dean heard the heartfelt cries of us student-players!"
"Great, awesome! But can you get down from the stage first? You're blocking the damn story!"
"Alright, we got it, step down now."
On the stage.
The Dean was momentarily taken aback!
Why does this feel… a little off?
Are these people really that obsessed with watching the plot of Honkai: Star Rail?
Thinking about it, it was probably because, aside from a majority of students, there were also players from other regions in the audience.
To those people, credits and exams didn't matter at all.
They came here solely to watch the story unfold.
If that was the case, it wasn't appropriate for him to linger in this persona any longer.
The Dean noticed that in the front row, right under his nose, Boothill had just made a subtle move as if preparing to draw his gun!
However, it seemed Rappa beside him had held him back.
Right now, he was in a very delicate position.
He had some presence, but not much.
In the middle of this massive Honkai: Star Rail livestream frenzy, even the acting dean stepping forward to announce a major decision regarding their academics couldn't divert their attention from the screen.
"Alright, students."
"I won't disturb your viewing any longer."
"However, the Dean would like to remind you all…"
"Once the main story temporarily concludes, I will represent the school authorities to announce something to everyone…"
At that moment, in the crowd below.
March 7th was whispering to Stelle.
"Say… doesn't this acting dean seem a little abnormal to you?"
Stelle waved her hand dismissively and said, "I think anyone who wears that kind of headgear has got to be a little unhinged."
Playing detective, March 7th continued her analysis, "Isn't it too much of a coincidence that he chose right now to jump out and grab attention?"
"Plus, he even got screen time in the game…"
"Even though he seems very open-minded and considerate of the Paperfold University students, I still feel something's off. He might even be the mastermind behind the scenes!"
Even though she had no evidence, March 7th just felt it was far too deliberate, prompting her to speak her mind.
Of course, she kept her voice as low as possible.
Only Stelle beside her could hear it.
It was merely a casual comment.
However!
To Stelle's ears, those words carried an entirely different weight!
These were the unwitting words of the great prophet, March 7th!
Instantly, her gaze toward the Dean changed!
Seeing that the Dean was about to leave the stage, a bold thought suddenly popped into Stelle's head!
Earlier at the stall outside the school gates, she had bought a 1:1 replica of Cloud-Piercer…
Because it was made of a special material, it wouldn't cause any real harm.
Still, it was more than enough to knock someone out!
With that in mind, she whipped out the spear.
Zero-frame startup!
She hurled it straight forward!
March 7th didn't even have time to react!
The spear cut a graceful arc through the air, heading straight for the Dean, who had just reached the edge of the stage!
Thud!
A muffled impact rang out!
The Dean clearly hadn't expected someone to openly attack him right now!
The tip of the spear struck him dead-on in the head!
Judging by the sound, that was a solid hit!
CRASH—!
The Dean toppled backward off the edge of the stage, knocking over several standees on the ground.
He lay amidst the scattered mess, motionless, completely knocked out cold.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye.
Everyone at the venue was dumbfounded!
For a moment, words completely failed them!
Rappa was the quickest to react, leaping over in a flash.
After a brief inspection of the Dean and the weapon, she stood up and announced:
"He merely fainted. There is no substantial harm done."
Boothill kicked away the debris by his foot, an expression of sheer admiration on his face!
"Which fudge-eating hero pulled that off?"
"That was fudging brilliant!"
Immediately, the crowd cleared a wide circle around Stelle!
March 7th, showing no loyalty whatsoever, joined the pointing crowd with a look that said, I have no idea who she is.
Startled, amazed, and questioning gazes converged upon Stelle.
Scratching her head, Stelle offered, "Um… I thought he was suspicious."
"So, I took him down."
Obviously, such a flimsy explanation wasn't going to satisfy the crowd.
Someone suggested, "Guys, this person looks like a dangerous psycho. Shouldn't we restrain her first?"
"Yeah, she looks a little dim, but also super familiar!"
"Could she be a wanted criminal?"
"To ensure everyone else can watch the plot peacefully, miss, please come with us."
Just then, Boothill waved a broad hand and said, "No need for all that fuss."
"Just let this lady sit beside me and Rappa."
"I guarantee she won't pull any more crazy stunts."
With Boothill's vouch, the crowd readily agreed!
In the story, old Boothill's strength and character were both reliable.
"Lady, you look an awful lot like an old acquaintance of mine. Why don't you sit over here, and we can all face the public inspection together."
Stelle nodded.
It didn't look like she had any better options anyway.
So she replied:
"Sure."
"Though… I have a bestie with me."
"She was the one who bought this Cloud-Piercer for me."
Stelle pointed straight at March 7th.
Just like March 7th had pointed her out moments ago, payback was swift.
March 7th looked ready to cry, shooting Stelle a deeply resentful glare.
It's one thing for you to get dragged into the spotlight, but why did you have to drag me under the bus too?!
If someone recognizes us later, it's going to be so embarrassingly awkward!
Boothill grinned broadly, "Oho, an accomplice?"
"I fudging like the looks of both of you!"
"How about joining the Galaxy Rangers?"
"Heh, let's wait until the story ends first."
"If that Dean really ain't up to any good, you two technically acted out of righteousness, didn't ya?"