Fame Building System

Chapter 7

He came down from the car with an air of grace, after which he went to a five-star hotel in the city to get a good night's rest.

He could feel a completely different feeling rushing through his bloodstream.

For the first time in his life, he had a steam bath, stayed for long in the shower, and slept on water foam.

It was the best night's rest that he had ever gotten in his life, and the next morning, he woke up feeling energized.

But he knew that he could not linger way too long on the bed. He stepped down swiftly, took his bath, and got back into his clothing.

The practical project that he had always prepared for all his life was just today, and he could not afford to be late for it.

He took an Uber for the first time in a long time, with his lab coat stalk in his right hand.

When he got to the vast room, there were already a couple of students there, purchasing their practical plans.

They were called plans, but there was mainly a distinction between the rich and the poor, as poorer students could not get higher plans and got the worst type of treatment, making it difficult to pass the practical.

"Who is yet to get his plan?" The practical manager revealed the gap in her teeth.

At the sound of the word, Christopher raised his hands swiftly, gasping for breath. He had slept too long on the water foam and was almost late for the practical.

With just the sight of him, a long hiss escaped from the mouth of Mrs. Idris.

The eyes of everyone in the hall stormed off toward him as murmurs filled the hall almost immediately.

"Him again." Mrs. Idris said, making everyone in the hall burst out into laughter.

He had become quite popular, but not in a way that every other student would want to be popular.

From what they had been informed, the practical was going to take two sections: the VIPs who were sure of getting more grades, and afterward, the normal students, and finally the budget students.

"I want to get a plan." His eyes caught a glimpse of his ex-girlfriend as he walked by.

She had an expensive chair to sit on as a long hiss escaped from her mouth. As for Kelly, he did not even have to take the test because he had bribed the ever-open-handed practical manager.

"As though he would be able to afford one after all." She hissed as he made his way towards the front, waiting for the next words from the instructor.

Without asking for any information about him, she pushed a bulletin towards him, staring right into his eyes.

"That would be the perfect plan for you; let's get this over with already."

"Get that down right away. You just can't keep everyone waiting for a poor asshole like you." She replied.

His eyes skimmed through the first few words of it, and he could see it written boldly.

"For low-budget students." It read.

He frowned immediately, returning his gaze to Mrs. Idris.

"Will there be a problem?" She shot a sneer at them enough to throw him off balance, but he stood his ground.

"I never asked for a low budget, ma'am." He replied.

"Aren't you Christopher Andrews, or have I mistaken you for someone else?" She inquired further, making Christopher nod his head afterwards.

"Then that's the perfect plan for you. Except if, of course, you are asking for a lesser plan because you can't afford that which is not available." She replied, making everyone in the hall burst out into laughter immediately.

He could feel his anger rising so badly, and his hands were clenched until his knuckles made a cracking sound, but he was able to keep his calm.

"Well, that's too bad for you, because I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want the VIP ticket." He responded, but instead of taking him seriously, everyone in the hall burst out into laughter once again.

"I knew that you were poor and a fool, but no one ever told me that you were a joke." She laughed hard as a drop of tears found its way out of his eyes.

His hands were clenched around his chest while he continued to stare at her without switching his mood even for a single moment.

"That's what I want." He flapped the initial slip on her table, making everyone in the hall stop laughing and staring at him in awe.

"He is just trying to make a show-off because of what happened between you guys." One of Silver's friends whispered into her ears, making the group chuckle.

Mrs. Idris shot a deadly sneer at him as her hands were rolled up with so much anger and disgust.

"I have had enough of your jokes already. Do you think that this is some sort of joke?" The instructor frowned at her almost immediately, but her stale look didn't move him even for a single moment.

"I don't think that this is a joke to me either. I am just saying that I want the VIP ticket and nothing other than that." He replied to her, but that only got her even more angry than she was already.

She could feel her anger rising so badly that her knuckles made a cracking sound.

She shot a stare at him, staring at him from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.

"Just take a really good look at yourself. Do you think that you will be able to afford one?" She replied to him.

He was about to say something, but she would not allow him to spit out a single word from his mouth.

"That would be enough for you already. I don't want to hear another word from you."

"It's obvious that you aren't here to really learn, but here to entertain us for some charity." She laughed at him.

Soon, she flipped a coin over to him almost immediately, while he continued to stare at him.

"Take that for your entertainment. Now get out of this lab," she said to him with a half-yell.

"You can't chase me away when I have done nothing wrong." He returned, but her lips only broke into a dark smile.

"Do you think so?" She responded to him almost immediately.

Going over to the table, she got his assessment booklets and tore them apart into shreds.

"Now tell me how you are going to get scored without this, even if you do particularly well." She sneered at him.

With his face boiling with so much rage, he stormed out of the hall, his racing heart racing on his chest at regular intervals.

[Ding]

The next words came afterward.

[Next task completed] The host will now choose from the list of tasks...

The system appeared before him once again, as did the three large dots.

Drawing a really deep breath, he walked gradually toward it, touching the first on the left.

[Loading...]

[Task level: difficult]

Shit. A slight groan escaped from his mouth.

He could already feel his heart beating hard against his chest, as though it was going to burst through, as he continued to stare at the screen.

[Punishment for a Failed Task: A Villain's Public Punishment]

[Reward: Three VIP points]

[Task: The host must take revenge on the practical manager and increase his assets at the same time.]

"What?" A slight groan escaped from his mouth almost immediately, knowing that was somewhat close to impossible.

"But how am I even going to do that?"

"The host can always use VIP points to ask for system cheat help." It read.

After thinking about it for a while, he thought that it was a worthwhile gamble. One VIP point in exchange for three

He could already feel his heart beating hard in his chest as though it was going to burst through as random thoughts ran swiftly through his head.

Okay, I think that is going to be the best option for me now.

[School management is having a board meeting and thinking of shutting the school right now.] There has been a scandal in the past few days, and most of the shareholders have withdrawn their money. Right now, the only thing that the owner of the school is seeking is to keep the school name.

[Cheat completed.] The host will have to continue from this point.

"Wait." He was about to say, but the system was gone already.

Shit, he whispered under his breath as he could not wrap his head around what exactly it was that was related to having his revenge on the teacher...

Then an idea struck him, making his lips break into a broad smile.

"Let's do this." He said to himself,