My Idle System

Some time later, after opening his eyes, Christian was sure of one thing: he could try not to kill the math teacher for now, but it was impossible to wait.

He should try to get some interest now, and finish him later, when he was done playing with him.

Actually, it was better this way. While the miserable feeling he felt was fleeting, he wanted the teacher to experience the same—and even more.

He would make him feel it for a longer time, making him endure a thousand times of what he felt today. He wanted the teacher to truly understand what humiliation meant!

And make him realize just how the fuck does he dare to mention his parents!

Did he really think he had the right to mention them with his filthy mouth?

While Christian's eyes, which were normally just green, now seemed to glow with a darker green hue, like o wisp, he suddenly remembered the famous Chinese idiom he had often read in novels.

The revenge of a noble man is never late, even after a hundred nights.

It was apparently very wrong, at least for him, as a noble man should at least attempt to seek revenge. Even if he couldn't achieve it, he should try to challenge whatever stands in his way, even if it meant flying toward the fire like a moth, ready to get all burnt.

Coming back from the sudden outburst of madness that had overtaken him.

Christian tried to think rationally and find the most efficient way to handle things with.

And finally, he made a plan.

Since making his life miserable or killing him were no longer options, he decided to handle things more moderately instead.

He would investigate his day routine and where he would usually go. After finding a secure place, he would give him a little beating for now, breaking at least a couple of bones.

But to prepare for any situation, he should improve his skills and learn some martial arts.

So what would be the best thing to learn for now?

Not knowing where to start, Christian opened his phone and did some searching, and the answer came more easily than he expected.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which can be used to incapacitate opponents with grappling, submission holds, and joint locks, was the answer.

For close-quarter combat, it was perfect for now.

But which slot should he put it in?

It was also an easy question. Christian didn't want to stop using his only slot for Body Building or Program Hacking, which would be essential for everything later.

So he immediately switched it with the Trading slot.

[First Slot - Trading - 10:20:01/24:00:00]

[You have received 110 Experience]

[The skill Intermediate Trading had become Lv.9(52%)]

[The Idle Practice at the first slot, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has started]

[The skill Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has been created.]

[Currently the skill Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is Lv.0(0%)]

Seeing that the name didn't change this time surprised Christian a little. But perhaps it was because the martial art itself had a specific name?

He didn't care much anyway. But seeing that the skill didn't have tiers like Basic or Intermediate got him thinking about when the system would subdivide the skill exactly.

He knew that people could practice martial arts for many years before becoming proficient, so it couldn't be because it was a simple skill. Then what other criteria did the system use?

While this kind of issue would usually make Christian think a lot, he stopped dwelling on it this time, remembering he had other, more important things to focus on.

…

It was the next day.

Christian, now wearing his school uniform in his room, remembered what he had looked at yesterday.

After contemplating for a while, he proceeded to hack into his school site and searched for information about his math teacher, Clayton. He managed to find his address and some private details, but nothing conclusive for now.

Still, it wasn't entirely useless, and it was one step forward. He just needed to look a bit more.

Seeing that he was ready, he went downstairs and found his sister already waiting for him.

Annabelle, seeing her brother's calm and even serene expression as they were heading to the meeting where he could potentially be expelled, felt a renewed sense of confidence. And they finally left the house together.

Today, since he would first need to have a talk with his math teacher and possibly one other before settling things and starting his classes, Christian was a bit later than usual.

So seeing the the yard empty, after arriving at the school, he just proceeded with his sister toward the school office.

As his sister knocked on the door and then opened it, Christian saw the assistant principal, an older woman, inside, while the math teacher had not yet arrived.

"Please, come on in."

"We're glad you're here. Clayton Murphy teacher is still in class and will join us as soon as he finishes."

Seeing how she treated them with at least more respect than the math teacher and how warmly she welcomed them, Christian felt the meeting might go better than he had anticipated.

As they waited for the math teacher, the assistant principal engaged in some small talk with his sister that was unrelated to the cheating claims or the math teacher.

"Knock, knock"

Finally hearing a knock at the door and seeing the trash teacher enter, Christian glared at him initially but quickly concealed his expression, choosing not to start a fight at that moment. At least not here.

After greeting the assistant principal with respect and giving his sister and him a gruff greeting, the math teacher sat down in the chair next to the assistant principal.

"We have summoned you today regrading…"

And as soon as he sat down, the math teacher began blabbering on and on about various issues, exaggerating significantly as he spoke.

Fortunately, his sister silenced him quickly. As she cleared her throat, and said, taking control of the conversation.