Job Change For Everyone: My Job Can Infinitely Evolve

Chapter 86: The Restless Human Heart

While White Deer High discussed their strategies in their resting room, the other schools’ resting rooms were bustling with activities.

Every teacher and student in Number Three High’s resting room smiled as the fifteen participants chatted happily.

The principal, Nash, sat on the sofa with a few teachers, talking about how they would deal with their upcoming matches.

“The past two matches didn’t reveal much, but the director gave me some important instructions. Everyone should take White Deer High seriously, especially Mill and Bass.”

Nash gestured a throat-slicing motion as he spoke, “We must nip these two in the bud! In this aspect, we can join forces with our brethren to complete the task. The director has already informed them.”

“Sigh!” Nash sighed helplessly, “As for Number Two High’s students rampaging through Zone B, we will continue carrying out our previous principles.”

“Principal Nash, we’ve done all right in the first half. Will from the Super Whirlwinds shouldn’t be a match for Voss. But the Great Swordsman, Tom from the second half of Zone A, is a worthy opponent.”

A burly bespectacled teacher explained the difficulty of securing two spots in the top four of Zone A urgently, “In addition, the two favored teams of Crimson Fire and Mighty Wind from Number Five and Four High are also in Zone A.”

Nash nodded and patted the bespectacled teacher’s shoulder. Then he said confidently, “Miss Holly is correct, but we have to believe in our students’ strengths fully.”

A sinister smile appeared on Nash’s face as he spoke, “We also have to make counter-measures whenever necessary. We will discuss the specific issues when the time comes.”

Upon hearing this, the teachers nodded and smiled with relief.

…

Meanwhile, in Number Three High’s lounge, the teachers and students enjoyed a wonderful time during their break. Everyone seemed particularly relaxed.

Number Two High’s principal, Campbell, sipped high-end wine as he chatted with a few teachers beside him.

“Principal Campbell, I’ve investigated Moss as you asked and found nothing special about him. Even though he won just now, his opponent was weak and made the mistake of underestimating Moss. The Knight will be facing a Berserker from Number Three High next. I reckon Moss won’t make it past that round.”

The class teacher poured Campbell some wine as he spoke, flattering him, “Don’t worry, Principal Campbell. Under your leadership, Number Two High will achieve excellent results.”

“Moreover, with Deng Lun overseeing group 25, Moss won’t make it to the knockout round. He might not even appear in the team Player Kill competition later on.”

Campbell nodded his head in satisfaction toward class three’s teacher and continued to sip his wine.

…

Meanwhile, in Number Two High’s lounge, ten contestants were scattered in various corners, exchanging information about the competition with their instructor.

The teachers seemed very relaxed since it was the group stage, and the participants had won their morning battles.

However, there were exceptions. At that moment, Miss Aisha still felt anxious as she analyzed the situation in Moss’s second match that would occur in the afternoon.

“Moss, your opponent in the afternoon battle, is Number Three High’s third team’s captain. You cannot underestimate him.”

Miss Aisha pointed out some crucial points in her information sheet. She continued earnestly, “Berserker is a class that sacrifices its defense and health points to pursue its ultimate attack ability. Their potential will grow when they are injured or in great danger.”

“Although Berserkers aren’t fast, they can make up for their lack of speed when they use their skills. When they use their giant weapon, their agility will be comparable to a Knight.”

“The Berserker’s extreme physical attacks and large-scale killing ability make him a difficult opponent for anyone to challenge, especially when he is near death. He can also activate his body’s final ounces of strength against his opponents.”

Moss knew that Miss Aisha had always worried for him, especially since his next match would be against a Berserker, which he had no experience fighting.

Moss understood Miss Aisha’s feelings and was touched by her concern for him. Moss’s heart was conflicted at that moment. He wanted to prove to his family, friends, and teachers that he was capable of winning. Moss intended to ease their worried hearts.

However, Moss could only prove himself through repeated battles.

Thus, Moss looked at Miss Aisha firmly and said with excitement, “Don’t worry, Miss Aisha. I know what I’m doing, especially after reading the detailed information you prepared for me. I will do my best in the afternoon battle. Please rest assured.”

Miss Aisha finally heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Moss’s words. She was worried about Moss’s headstrong character. She smiled and handed Moss a glass of water. “Okay, Moss, I believe in you. But you must promise me that you won’t get hurt. I know that this competition is significant to everyone, but it’s only a competition. You still have a long way to go, and bigger stages await you.”

Moss took the cup of water from Miss Aisha with certainty. She once again lifted his heart with warmth.

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After a two-hour break in the afternoon, the contestants appeared in White Deer Giant Stadium’s waiting area in the center, full of energy.

The contestants gathered before the information screen in the waiting area, looking at the relevant information about the afternoon’s competition. They discussed the afternoon’s competition in twos and threes.

Alan didn’t have a match in the afternoon. He only went to cheer Moss on and watch his future opponent’s performance.

When Alan arrived at the information screen and saw that Moss’s opponent was a Berserker from Number Three High, he couldn’t help but frown. The smile on his chubby face instantly disappeared, replaced with anxiety.

Alan pulled Moss aside and whispered, “Moss, Berserkers are a troublesome class. They are prevalent as comrades, but they’re a nuisance as opponents! You’re going to fight him in a while. Please be careful!”

Moss put his arm around Alan’s shoulder and smiled, “Alan, you have to believe in my strength. You have to find a good spot to watch my match. I promise I won’t let you down.”

Although Alan still worried for Moss, he had developed an unprecedented trust in Moss after experiencing all sorts of things with him.

‘If Moss thinks something is possible, he must be right, even though I can’t imagine or understand how he does it.’