After Dying of Anger, I Became the Destiny Villain System

Chapter 280: Plans cannot keep up with changes

A month after awakening, Huang San quietly lay on the single bed assigned to him in the academy dormitory.

"Deduction!" Huang San murmured in his heart.

[First Future Life: Tomorrow, you will be late for class because you overslept, and the village elder of the academy will punish you by making you stand for a day. When you return to the dormitory in the evening, you will continue to study firearms, but you will fail again.

The next day, you are not late. You attend class as usual, learning theoretical lessons for the whole day. After school, you continue to study firearms, but you still fail and blow up the academy dormitory. You are asked to pay for the damages, but you can't afford it, so you are forced to start working.

On the third day, you are not late. You attend class as usual, but halfway through, a group of Spirit Martial Hall enforcers come to arrest you. You don't have the strength to resist, so you are captured. Just as you are about to be taken away, a magnificent figure saves you. You look up and see that it is your cheap old man! After your old man finishes off the Spirit Martial Hall's lackeys, you begin a life on the run...]

"Huh? Spirit Martial Hall? What kind of power is that? Why are they arresting me? My cheap old man is actually an unparalleled expert!?" Huang San's mind was filled with confusion.

"No, I need to deduce again!" Huang San shook his head and started to deduce again.

[Second Future Life: Tomorrow, afraid of being late, you wake up early. As a result, you accidentally trip over the threshold when you go out. You fall and knock out two of your front teeth. You become the laughingstock of the academy, ridiculed by the students. In anger, you lash out and injure someone, and the village elder of the academy captures you on the spot. You are locked in confinement for a night.

The next day, you are still locked in the confinement room.

On the third day, you are sleeping soundly in the confinement room when a group of Spirit Martial Hall thugs slap you awake. You are arrested. Just as you are about to be taken out of the village, your old man descends from the sky and kills the Spirit Martial Hall thugs. You begin a thrilling and exciting life on the run...]

"Damn it, this time I got an extra slap!"

Huang San quickly started the third deduction.

[Third Future Life: Tomorrow, prepared, you attend class as usual and practice your abilities after class, but there is no improvement because your aptitude is too poor.

The next day, you repeat the first day. Your cultivation has increased slightly, but it is negligible and not worth mentioning.

On the third day, having made preparations, you ask for leave in advance, but it is not approved. Not wanting to get slapped, you choose to skip class and go home. As a result, your grandpa Niu slaps you twice. You are dumbfounded. Just as you are dumbfounded, a group of Spirit Martial Hall thugs come to your house to arrest you. Your old man angrily takes action and kills the Spirit Martial Hall thugs. Then, the three of you begin a life on the run...]

"Uh... Do I have to be at odds with slaps?" Huang San was speechless.

Except for the first future, the latter two futures involved getting slapped, so he couldn't choose them.

"Forget it, I'll make plans after deducing it again tomorrow." Huang San thought for a while and decided to ignore it for now.

The arrival of the Spirit Martial Hall was a major event, an external force. Unless he left Niu Tou Village, he couldn't change the trouble of being found by the Spirit Martial Hall.

Fortunately, his father was an unparalleled expert, so he didn't need to worry about those Spirit Martial Hall small fries.

The only difficulty was the subsequent life on the run. After escaping from Niu Tou Village, his cheap old man would take him to hide here and there, even leaving Huang Mao Mountain and running to the neighboring Qinglang Mountain Range to play a father-son game of wilderness survival.

The endings of the three deductions were the same. They spent a long time in the Qinglang Mountain Range, but the Spirit Martial Hall never came looking for them afterward.

...

Time came to the third day. Huang San calmly got up as usual and deduced six more times. The endings were similar, all involving him and his old man being forced to hide in the deep mountains and old forests.

Adhering to the principle of 'if it is a blessing, it is not a curse; if it is a curse, you cannot avoid it,' Huang San fearlessly went to the classroom to listen to the village elder's lecture on theoretical knowledge.

"Boom—!" A loud noise.

Before the village elder of the academy could react, an arrogant question came, "Who is Huang San? Get out here for me!"

"Huang San, what trouble has this kid caused again? He actually has people coming to his door," a female student asked with doubt.

"I bet it's mostly because his dad went to other villages to steal things to exchange for wine. As a result, people came to his door, and when his dad didn't compensate them, they came directly to the academy to demand payment."

"Alas! It's really unlucky for Huang San to have such a drunkard father."

"Never mind him. This matter has nothing to do with us. Let's just watch the show quietly."

"That's right... That's right. We didn't provoke these people. The wronged have their avengers, and debtors must repay their debts. It's a matter of course!"

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Listening to the students' messy guesses, the village elder of the academy quickly stepped forward. Looking at the strangers at the door with incredibly deep auras and clean, gorgeous clothes, the village elder of the academy was immediately dumbfounded.

For the sake of the village, the village elder of the academy braced himself and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Pa—!" A Spirit Martial Hall auxiliary thug slapped the village elder of the academy directly to the ground.

"What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to inquire about our identities? You don't want to live!" One of the Spirit Martial Hall auxiliary thugs domineeringly scolded.

"Alright, Lao San, don't talk too much with these ants. Quickly complete the order issued by the Hall Master," the leading Spirit Martial Hall auxiliary thug sternly ordered.

"Yes, Big Brother!" The other Spirit Martial Hall auxiliary thugs responded and quickly took out wanted sketches to compare.

Huang San directly and boldly stood out and said, "I am Huang San. What do you gentlemen want to know?"

Seeing Huang San's rash answer, the students immediately fell silent and quietly watched Huang San courting death.

"Oh? You are Huang San!" The auxiliary thug captain, under the influence of a stupidity halo, spoke more than usual.

"Genuine!" Huang San was neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes directly facing the Great Spiritualist.

"Good kid, you have guts!" The thug captain laughed loudly, and two thugs behind him immediately went up and delivered two solid slaps.

"Pa... Pa—!"

Two crisp sounds echoed in the classroom, and two clear palm prints instantly appeared on Huang San's face.

Huang San was dumbfounded. According to his multiple deductions, he wouldn't get slapped as long as he was arrested in the classroom. He was even prepared to say, "Don't touch me, I can walk myself!" But plans couldn't keep up with changes. These people didn't play by the rules and slapped this sixteen-year-old boy twice right away.

"Boy, how is it? Comfortable?" The thug captain looked at Huang San with a cheap smile.

Just after arriving here, he received an order from above, telling him to slap Huang San a few times and teach him a good lesson.

The order was strange, but the leader had spoken, and he couldn't refuse.

Anyway, he wasn't hitting himself, so there was nothing to hesitate about. Just do it.

Huang San clenched his fists, constantly thinking about which part of his plan had gone wrong, leading to a butterfly effect.

Huang San had discovered this kind of change before because his choices differed from the deduced future, causing the future to shift and change to some extent.

It's like a glass of water placed on a table. The surface of the water is originally still. If you don't disturb it, the surface will remain still, but if you touch it, the surface will change.

If you touch it lightly, the change in the surface of the water will be small, and the water won't spill out of the glass; if you touch it with great force, the water will spill out.

In order to control the degree, Huang San used all three deductions last night on the life simulation of being arrested in the classroom, all for the sake of avoiding the slaps.

As a result, after thinking about it all night and planning carefully, plans couldn't keep up with changes, and he still couldn't avoid these two slaps!

"Hit him hard!" The thug captain shouted.

The Spirit Martial Hall spiritualist thugs immediately raised their sandbag-sized fists and kicked Huang San.

"Stop! Don't, don't hit me anymore. I was wrong, I'll never show off again!" Huang San covered his head with his hands in pain, begging for mercy.

Just then, an angry roar came, "Spirit Martial Hall scum, daring to bully my son, die!"

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