F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 43 SSS-level rating, a question from the principal.

Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, Medical Department, Isolation Ward No. 01.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with expensive nutrient solution entered my nasal cavity.

Chen Yifan opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a pure white ceiling and an IV bag dripping from the bedside.

He slept soundly that night.

Every part of his body was filled with unprecedented explosive power.

My mind is clearer than ever before.

On his index finger, there was the seemingly unassuming "Ring of the God of Thieves".

It is continuously emitting a cool and refreshing scent.

Resonate deeply with his soul.

This allowed him to remain absolutely calm every second.

"He's awake! He's awake!"

A surprised female voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the door.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Yifan's gaze swept over.

Several members of the school's law enforcement team stood at the entrance, each with a calm demeanor, at least level 20, and solemn expressions, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Several medical teachers in white coats quickly surrounded him, giving him no chance to react.

Several soft green lights fell on him, repeatedly washing over and examining every detail of his body.

"Vital signs are stable."

"Mental energy fluctuations have returned to normal."

"All external wounds have healed, and bodily functions... are unusually robust, not at all like someone who has just escaped a Class A disaster."

The last doctor to speak adjusted his glasses, and the inquiry behind the lenses almost materialized.

A-level disaster event?

Chen Yifan caught the key word, his brain instantly processed the information, and his body gave the most perfect performance.

He blinked at just the right moment, revealing the confusion and weakness one would expect upon waking from a deep coma.

He braced himself against the bed frame, trying to sit up, but he was "powerless" and fell back down, squeezing out a few dry syllables from his throat.

"Where...am I?"

"Chen Yifan, you are now in the school's medical department. You are safe." The leading female teacher's voice was gentle. "Do you remember what happened? You were in a dungeon..."

"Fanzi!"

A roar, choked with sobs, interrupted her.

Fatty Wang was like a runaway human bomb, smashing right through the people trying to stop him at the door.

Chen Yifan's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Not right.

The two law enforcement officers at the entrance were more than capable of stopping Fatty Wang, but they let him go.

There were people watching a play outside the door.

The fat man was let in on purpose.

Why?

Is this how you dispel his doubts?

Or do you want him to lower his guard and show inappropriate emotions in front of his brothers?

Chen Yifan's body instinctively made him want to dodge.

But now, he is a "patient".

You can't hide.

The next second, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a rampaging wild boar, and the whole bed was groaning under the weight.

"Waaaaah... Fanzi, you're finally awake! I thought... I thought I'd never see you again!"

The man, weighing over 300 pounds, was crying uncontrollably, his snot and tears streaming down his face as he gripped Chen Yifan's hand so tightly that Chen felt the bones in his hand groaning.

"Cough cough... Fatty, be gentle... it hurts..."

Chen Yifan coughed "weakly," perfectly playing his role.

"Oh, oh, oh! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Fatty Wang quickly let go, standing awkwardly to the side, his face a mixture of elation, lingering fear, and deep guilt.

Lin Xiaoyu followed behind, her eyes red, standing there timidly, and whispered:

"Chen Yifan, I'm so glad you're alright."

Looking at these two guys who were showing such genuine emotion, Chen Yifan felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He forced a smile.

"I'm lucky to be alive; even the King of Hell won't take me."

"Fanzi, you're more than just lucky to be alive!"

Wang Pangzi wiped away his tears, his voice rose eight octaves, and he was so excited that he danced with joy.

"You have no idea! You're now the highest-ranking student in the entire school... no! In the entire Jiangcheng high school!"

"Level 15! You fucking reached level 15, you bastard..."

"Quiet!"

A dignified, low shout came from the doorway.

Principal Zhou Dehai walked in with his hands behind his back and a blank expression.

Behind him followed the pale-faced headmaster.

The atmosphere in the ward instantly shifted from the joy of reunion to a heavy and oppressive one.

The therapy department teachers immediately fell silent and respectfully stepped aside.

Even Fatty Wang shrank back in fear of this aura.

Zhou Dehai ignored everyone and went straight to Chen Yifan's bedside, pulling over a chair to sit down.

He didn't speak.

She simply looked at Chen Yifan quietly with those unfathomable eyes hidden behind her glasses.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a student.

Instead, he was examining a crucial tool that could determine his fate.

Chen Yifan let him scrutinize him, his face still maintaining that blank and innocent expression.

coming.

The main event has begun.

"Chen Yifan."

After a long silence, Zhou Dehai finally spoke, his voice unusually gentle.

First of all, congratulations on your safe return.

He paused, his tone carrying a perfectly measured hint of sorrow.

"During this practical training session, a terrible accident occurred that none of us wanted to see. Many students... were trapped inside forever."

Chen Yifan's heart sank, and he quickly put on a shocked and sad expression.

"What? An accident? Then...the casualties..."

"You don't need to know the specific numbers. That would be a secondary trauma for you."

Zhou Dehai waved his hand, then changed the subject, his scrutinizing gaze suddenly becoming sharp.

"I'm here today to find out some things."

"According to the records, you are the only one in this practical lesson who was evaluated using the independent instance mechanism..."

He paused deliberately before uttering those three words.

"SSS-rank winner".

boom!

Three letters.

It was as if three heavy bombs had exploded in the quiet hospital room!

Several therapists who were recording data trembled, and their pens fell to the ground.

The law enforcement officers at the door couldn't help but widen their eyes and stare at the boy on the hospital bed, their faces full of disbelief!

Wang Pangzi's mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape, and the sadness and joy on his fat face froze.

Instead, he was met with an extreme, absurd shock that nearly drove his brain to malfunction.

He stammered, pointing at Chen Yifan, then looked at the principal, as if to confirm whether he was hallucinating.

"S...S...SSS? Principal...is that...that one who can get guaranteed admission to the three top universities in the Dragon Kingdom...that SSS?!"

Lin Xiaoyu was completely stunned.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hand.

In those beautiful eyes, which had just been crying.

At this moment, all that remains is the emptiness and shock of a worldview collapsing.

SSS rating...

This term, which exists only in textbooks and legends, represents absolute talent and supreme glory.

Surprisingly, it appeared on the body of the F-level thief who had been ridiculed by the whole school not long ago.

He's amazing!

At that moment, Chen Yifan's still sickly pale face seemed to be coated with a dazzling golden light in her eyes.

Zhou Dehai ignored the shock of the crowd.

After all, the fact that he received an SSS-level rating couldn't be kept secret.

His gaze remained fixed on Chen Yifan as he continued speaking.

"Your level has jumped from level 1 to level 15."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a nail, meant to be driven into the depths of Chen Yifan's soul.

"An F-rank thief accomplished all of this in an A-rank disaster instance where the casualty rate was nearly 50%."

"Child, can you tell me...?"

"What exactly happened to you inside?"

The principal had barely finished speaking.

The entire ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on the seemingly frail boy lying on the hospital bed.

Chen Yifan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the fleeting glint of light in them.

really!

His suspicions were confirmed.

The official agency, through some means unknown to him, can know the evaluation results of the dungeon immediately.

Furthermore, considering the principal's issues...

Is it possible to monitor only the final result, but not to observe the process within the copy?

This information gap is his greatest protection.

However... it's an A-level disaster!

It seems that the prepared explanation is probably not enough.

He must provide a completely new story that is worthy of the weight of an "SSS-level rating" and an "A-level disaster event".

He slowly raised his head to meet the principal's scrutiny.

On that pale, sickly face, there was a mixture of lingering fear, bewilderment, and a hint of... naivety from surviving a disaster.

"Principal, I...I don't know anything."