Chapter 1155: Chapter 105: A Fox Can’t Change Its Ways (Double-Length)

“Correct!”

Shen Qingxi chimed in from the side: “It started as Saint Mary Ann, then it was changed to Anzhen Academy or whatever Academy, then it became the nth middle school, and finally it was Daylily. I remember because one year the school held a New Year’s party, and someone adapted this history into a script for a play.”

Xia Yubing asked, confused: “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“I was just thinking, if the Ancient Dragon Court plan has already begun and there’s no longer a need to nurture Dragon Maidens, then in the world line we find ourselves in now, will ‘that’ Daylily still appear?”

“It should…”

Xia Yubing frowned in thought.

“Of course not.”

Shen Qingxi shrugged: “The principal originally established Daylily to train Dragon Maidens, spending decades to cultivate something questionable, and now Dragon Maidens are obsolete, so why bother continuing? It’s not like the Earth will stop spinning without it.”

“But if Daylily doesn’t exist, then the ‘Tushan’ specially designed for Daylily might also have no reason to exist?”

Xia Yubing suddenly understood.

Going around such a long circle, it ultimately comes back to Tushan.

In the future era, the military quantum network AI is named Qingqiu, and a separate civilian version, Tushan, is created to nurture and train Dragon Maidens.

To be fair, you can’t really say Tushan wasn’t working hard, deliberately slacking off, misunderstanding concepts, or simply amusing themselves at humanity’s expense like the little mossier in movies.

There were results from its work, and plenty.

But speaking of results, well-known educator, medical expert, and self-proclaimed redeemer of rebellious youth, Thunder King Professor Yang Yongxin, also has a remarkable reputation among his client base.

He dedicated his life to saving countless troubled youths and their original families, earning endless merit.

Tushan’s image in the eyes of Daylily graduates like Li Mumu was as significant, if not more so, than Professor Yang.

Professor Yang would only give you electrotherapy, but if that dead fox felt it necessary, she’d even sprinkle your mom’s ashes into your meal.

So upon hearing Tushan’s name, someone as calm as Xia Yubing couldn’t help but feel unsettled.

“So you mean—Tushan came back from the United Kingdom with the intention of re-establishing Daylily?”

It’s easy talking with smart people.

Ordinary folks might not fully understand the extent of Tushan’s malicious nature, but for the three present, any negative speculation about Tushan was merely stating the facts.

There’s no morality or bottom line in Tushan’s dictionary.

“She ought to have ways to transmit messages to her main body, so why would she need to establish another Daylily Academy?”

“Why do people eat?”

Li Mumu replied coldly: “The purpose of Tushan’s existence is to cultivate and train Dragon Maidens; this is the foundational logic of her mental model. Otherwise, why did she enjoy the simulation management game so much in the United Kingdom, then decide to return with us?”

A dog can’t stop eating its own waste, what naive reverie can one have about a Fox Spirit, also a member of the canine family?

“Then why doesn’t she go to the Capital?”

Xia Yubing raised a question: “I certainly don’t care much about Daylily’s history, but the academy’s location was at least in the Capital, right? Without official support, how could she run a school?”

“Considering Daylily’s predecessor school, at this point in time, it indeed exists. But it’s merely a couple of buildings; the principal of Daylily is the soul of the academy.”

Li Mumu explained: “I don’t know if you remember, but many people questioned that Daylily’s educational philosophy was fundamentally crooked because Black Dragon Princess was not a true Dragon Maiden, merely a disciple of the Dragon Maiden and a water dragon from Fusang.”

“But this actually exploits a loophole in the Ancient Dragon Court plan: rejected pseudo-dragons can remain in this world without needing Ascension.”

This principle is akin to how ancient people distributed relief grains: fine grains rarely reached the mouths of disaster victims directly; only by mixing sand into porridge could they weed out those freeloaders feasting despite having their own food.

Once the Dragon Court journeys forth, the world line is like disaster victims waiting for the end times.

The real Dragon Maidens withdraw from the timeline to assimilate into the Dragon Court, leaving only those imperfect rejects behind.

“In terms of outcomes, the principal’s plan was sound; we are the proof.”

“For Tushan to reconstruct Daylily and retrain Dragon Maidens, the simplest method is to approach the principal.”

“But Master of Ten Thousand Transformations probably lacks the energy to entertain her now, doesn’t she?”

The timing here is crucial, as Master of Ten Thousand Transformations had just recently Ascended and is far from being the Black Dragon Princess of decades later.

At the moment, she is personally suppressing Fusang, where those piecemeal restorationists, Pagans, and former nobles have not yet been fully eradicated.

If Tushan were to show up and pitch her project proposal, she’d most likely be dealt with promptly.

Every era has its own set of values.

“Indeed, that’s why I think she seeks a substitute.”

“What do you mean by substitute?”

“Like right here.”

Xia Yubing glanced around: “Liusheng Dojo? Is this a substitute? Can’t afford beef steaks, so pancakes are the substitute?”

“What’s the difference; essentially, they’re all protein and calories.”

Li Mumu knew her imagination was going a bit wild, but intuition never really followed logic.

“If Tushan wants to rebuild Daylily, the first preparation is faculty—not the usual kind imparting knowledge, but those proficient in psychology, able to manipulate young girls.”

“And it must bear the unique flavor of Fusang.”

Shen Qingxi added from the side: “Qianjin Church and the Red Lantern Society’s ideological beliefs primarily target the masses, and don’t fit her needs. Western teachers either spread the gospel or promote freedom, also not her thing.”

“The dead fox demands a teaching atmosphere where harmony and love are façade; beneath the surface is utter darkness and remnant despair. Push students into the abyss, then sit on the cliff waiting for them to climb out only to give another shove, till one learns to fly…I’m summarizing accurately, right?”

Just like this dojo.

The girls here are meticulously cultivated “organic vegetables,” although they’re engaged in the same flesh business, the master equipped with manipulation techniques skillfully repackages it into high-end products few can afford.

Internally, they tell the girls to cultivate diligently, so they might snag a wealthy patron in the future. Even if unsuccessful, perhaps true love is still attainable. Even if true love eludes them, their cultivated skills will ensure they’re not left destitute in old age.

Externally, they inform the patrons that these girls are exceptionally clean and excellent, constantly exercising for health and easy fertility, knowledgeable enough to entertain, and most importantly, capable of fostering genuine emotional connections and seeking true love.

Yagyu Junko is an outstanding professional manager; she can extract every ounce of effort from her inferior while drawing out sufficient “cake” to sustain them.

And that is precisely the type of personnel Tushan urgently needs.

“Has she noticed this place yet?”

“It’s only a matter of time, given that we’re here.”

Li Mumu opened her hands: “She’ll track the scent here.”

“Do you have any plans? She can replicate countless clones, singularly eradicating one is meaningless.”

“That’s why we’re seeking Director Xia’s guidance.”

Li Mumu finally disclosed the real purpose of inviting Xia Yubing for a secret discussion: “Special Service Bureau excels in baiting and luring, we were wondering if Sister Bingbing might have any strategies to trap that fox.”

“Letting her roam freely, everyone lives on tenterhooks, the mental strain is overwhelming.”

Shen Qingxi murmured quietly from the side: “Especially during moments of marital bliss without wanting outside interruptions.”

“Shut up.”

“Just stating the truth.”

“Difficult.”

Xia Yubing pondered for a long while, shook her head, and said: “For entities like her whose strength is hard to gauge, essence hard to capture, yet pose no severe threat to society, unless she actively provokes trouble, the Special Service Bureau won’t fully confront her. Depending solely on us three is insufficient; I know you’re all very smart, but human brains will never surpass quantum computers.”

“That might not be the case.”

“Your man’s incident was an exception; Tushan simply didn’t understand his cognitive logic, the same mistake she won’t repeat again.”

“What if?”

Xia Yubing frowned: “What do you want to do?”

Li Mumu smiled: “Haven’t thought it through yet, but if an opportunity arises, would Sister Bingbing help?”

“I might consider it.”