Cao Ting saw the car keys on Zhang Cheng’s desk and immediately lit up with a bright smile. “Young Master Zhang, this must be the key to a Xiaomi car, right?”
“Watch your tone. This is a Xiaomi Su7, the four-wheel-drive, ultra-long-range MaX edition. It’s the top model, worth over three hundred thousand yuan.”
Zhang Cheng leaned back abruptly, his expression full of pride.
“Over three hundred thousand?”
Cao Ting gasped, covering her mouth. Then she glanced at Xu Mu. “Brother Xu, three hundred thousand could cover a down payment on a place in Jiang City, yet Young Master Zhang uses it to buy a car. How can you even compare?”
“Keep it low-key,” Zhang Cheng waved his hand lightly.
“My dad even told me, once I graduate, he’d buy me a sports car,” Zhang Cheng said with a hint of arrogance.
Hearing this, a look of envy spread across Cao Ting’s face. She then grabbed Zhao Yingying’s hand. “Yingying, do you think that’s even comparable?”
“Cao Ting, what do you mean? Why would I compare my boyfriend to anyone else?” Zhao Yingying frowned, clearly displeased. “Shouldn’t we just work hard together for the future?”
“As a teacher, I have to tell you, you’re being way too naive. That guy isn’t worthy of you,” Han Tao said softly with a sigh. “Once you enter society, you’ll realize everything is fake—only money is real. What can he give you?”
“Brother Mu, let’s go,” Zhao Yingying grabbed Xu Mu’s hand and stood up, heading for the exit.
She had originally thought that simply bringing Xu Mu along and letting everyone know she had a boyfriend would end the matter.
But she hadn’t expected these people to belittle Xu Mu from start to finish, which made her very uncomfortable.
She felt there was no point in staying any longer.
“Yingying, let’s not argue. Let’s get the food out—everyone’s starving,” Han Tao said with a smile, giving Zhang Cheng a knowing look.
Zhang Cheng’s expression darkened as he clenched his fists. He had no idea what kind of spell Xu Mu had cast on Zhao Yingying.
Xu Mu pulled Zhao Yingying back gently and said, “Stay and have some food.”
Seeing Xu Mu speak up, Zhao Yingying nodded softly.
When the dishes arrived, the students around them started digging in, paying no attention to the tension between Zhao Yingying and Zhang Cheng.
Although Zhao Yingying came from an ordinary family, this kind of down-to-earth class beauty wasn’t someone they could easily touch.
Han Tao ate while glancing at Xu Mu. “By the way, what are you doing now?”
“I’m still looking for a job,” Xu Mu replied calmly.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the others grew even more disdainful.
Han Tao chuckled, “Why not try working at Zhang Cheng’s family company? With that connection, you’d at least have some support.”
“I wouldn’t want that...” Zhang Cheng started to say, but then caught Han Tao’s look.
He thought it over carefully. That’s right.
If Xu Mu worked at his family company, he’d basically be his employee.
Getting paid by his family would mean Zhang Cheng could easily control him.
“Ahem! The teacher’s right,” Zhang Cheng said lightly.
“Forget it, I want to start my own business. I don’t like working for others,” Xu Mu smiled.
Zhang Cheng snorted coldly. This guy was shameless.
By the middle of the meal,
Cao Ting pulled Zhao Yingying up and headed toward the restroom together.
Xu Mu sat there calmly, eating his meal.
In fact, if he were interested, he could easily use his perception ability to check for any tricks.
But there was no need.
Because when Xu Mu had previously activated his perception, within a two hundred meter radius, he often detected nothing but restrooms, which had long since bored him.
Zhang Cheng wore a sullen expression the entire time, never expecting that after all his painstaking planning, Zhao Yingying would neither give in nor back down.
Just then, a woman hurried over. "Teacher, bad news! Cao Ting and Zhao Yingying have been stopped by someone."
Hearing this, Xu Mu immediately stood up and headed outside.
Zhang Cheng and the others nearby quickly followed close behind.
At the restroom area, Xu Mu saw Cao Ting arguing fiercely with a man in a suit.
Zhao Yingying spotted Xu Mu approaching and called out anxiously, "Brother Mu!"
"What’s going on?" Xu Mu asked as he walked over.
"This guy is disgusting. He asked Tingting how much she charges for company," Zhao Yingying explained.
"Damn! You’re the disgusting one! By the way, how much do you charge? You should be more expensive than this woman, right?" the suited man snapped angrily.
"Shit! You’re asking for trouble! Guys, get him!" Zhang Cheng shouted, seeing the scene.
Looks like his luck wasn’t too bad after all—just in time for the classic hero-rescues-beauty moment.
The men behind Zhang Cheng sprang into action alongside him; punches and kicks flew, and the man in the suit was quickly knocked to the ground.
"Yingying, are you okay?" Zhang Cheng immediately asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Zhao Yingying said quickly, grabbing Cao Ting’s hand. "Tingting, you?"
"I'm alright," Cao Ting replied softly.
"Damn! You guys just wait!" The suited man roared furiously.
"Then I’ll be waiting! Remember this name—Zhang Cheng!" Zhang Cheng sneered coldly.
Cao Ting’s eyes shone with admiration as she said, "Young Master Zhang, you’re so impressive. Thank you for helping us."
Others around them also showered Zhang Cheng with praise.
"Just an average guy," Zhang Cheng said modestly, though secretly basking in the glory and losing himself in the compliments.
Xu Mu and the others returned to their table, having barely exchanged a few words when suddenly about ten tall men in suits walked into their private room.
"Kid, come here. Huang Shao is asking for you," the man in the suit who had been beaten earlier said, clutching his cheek with a dark expression.
Seeing so many people arrive at once, Zhang Cheng’s face changed slightly.
But since he had already put on a show, he was determined to see it through.
"What? You think I’m afraid of you?" Zhang Cheng said calmly. "Brothers, let’s go see what’s up."
"Alright!" The others, encouraged by Zhang Cheng’s confidence, stood up as well, ready to put on a performance in front of their female classmates.
Led by these men, Zhang Cheng and a few classmates took the elevator up to the higher floors.
Exiting the elevator, they arrived at a luxurious private room.
"What’s the matter? Who wants to see me?" Zhang Cheng said coldly as he entered.
When he saw the blond man smoking inside, his face instantly fell.
He trembled slightly as he said, "H-Huang Shao."
The man before him was Huang Hao, a well-known rich second-generation heir in Jiang City.
The family owned three large commercial trade centers in Jiang City, with assets totaling at least 500 million yuan.
In contrast, Zhang Cheng’s family company had total assets of only about ten million.
“Zhang Cheng, you’re really bold, huh? You actually dared to hit one of my men?”
Huang Hao asked calmly, smoking a cigarette.
“Young Master Huang, it’s a misunderstanding. I didn’t know he was one of your men...”
Zhang Cheng began to explain.
“Kneel down.”
Huang Hao cut him off. “Apologize.”
Hearing this, Zhang Cheng’s face turned as pale as paper. If it were just him, he would have knelt immediately. But there were classmates around.
If he knelt now, how would he face anyone in the future?
“Not bad, you’ve got some guts. Break his legs!”
Huang Hao flicked the ash from his cigarette.
A burly man behind him stepped forward, holding a baseball bat.
“W-what are you going to do? I’m calling the police!”
One of the male classmates, terrified by the scene, stammered.
“Go ahead and call. It’s not me who’s hitting you anyway.”
Huang Hao said indifferently. “Breaking legs will get you a few years in jail at most. I’ll give your family 600,000 yuan.”
“Thank you, Young Master Huang.”
The burly man’s eyes grew fierce.
None of these students had ever witnessed a scene like this before.
“Big brother, please don’t hit me. I’ll kneel!”
One of them took the lead, and the others all followed suit, kneeling down, including Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng knew what kind of person Huang Hao was. This was someone he simply could not afford to provoke.
“Zhang Cheng, my men told me there were two beautiful girls just now?” Huang Hao continued.
“Yes...”
Zhang Cheng nodded.
“Go bring those two here.”
Huang Hao said calmly.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
