Gu Mian was still grabbing Coach Che's fragile collar.
Coach Che fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Even though you'd find out sooner or later, if I told you now, my head might well end up as lamb skewers in a crematorium."
He seemed to have a strange obsession with crematoria and lamb skewers.
Gu Mian raised his eyebrows and let go of him. "So everything in this instance is normal?"
Coach Che nodded silently. "Although I don't know how you came across these files, in theory, players shouldn't have access to them."
As he said this, he frowned. "How did you manage to get your hands on the student files?"
Gu Mian glanced at him and confidently answered, "I stole them, of course. You should know that one of the NPCs in this instance is the class monitor."
At these words, Coach Che's face twitched slightly before he let out a sigh.
Before he could even fully exhale, Gu Mian's next sentence caught him off guard.
