Waste Superpower? I Can Become Stronger Just By Breathing

The freshman competition is over, but the impact of this annual event at Xingwu University has not subsided immediately.

Cheng Ziwen and his mentor Lan Qing were busy helping Sugu review the exercises of Xingkong Martial Arts University and the approval process for re-entering the Thousand-story Martial Arts Pagoda. It is not in line with the school's rules for freshmen to enter the Thousand Layer Tower twice in a short period of time. The exercises are the foundation of the martial arts university, and others are generally prohibited from reading them.

Now even if the principal and instructor Lan Qing give the green light, it will take some time for the two things to process.

And during this time gap, Sugu was not idle either. In addition to starting normal classes and completing homework like other students, he also has to deal with emails of cooperation intentions sent by some martial arts forces. Some commercial cooperation is a win-win situation for both parties, so there is no harm in agreeing to it.

But because there were too many, it was too troublesome to screen them, and Sugu didn't want to waste time on this. So he could only ask his brother Ma Mingjie to help him check the situation.

In addition to these emails with hopes for cooperation, there are also some people who contact Sugu with malicious intentions. Some martial arts forces with corporate attributes got Sugu's personal phone number from somewhere.

In the form of harassment, they hoped that Sugu could sign an electronic contract involving long-term cooperation issued by them.

Even if Sugu has clearly refused, he can still receive up to 999+ harassment messages from this power when he opens his mailbox and mobile phone address book every day.

"This is the side effect of becoming famous." Sugu said helplessly, holding his temples.

It is estimated that the main messenger behind this incident saw that Sugu did not join any mentor after the freshman competition. I just want to try to pinch it and test the softness and hardness of the persimmon.

And they had a good sense of proportion. Although their actions were disgusting, they did not cause direct personal harm to Sugu. It is not easy for school officials to intervene with forceful measures.

Sugu opened the chat software on his mobile phone and looked at Cheng Ziwen, General Yin, and Tutor Lan Qing who had been added during this period. These people all have the means and ability to help themselves solve this problem. Should we trouble them?

"Forget it, these guys are busy working on my affairs. It's not appropriate to bother them with such a small matter now. Find someone else to help."

Sugu downloaded the contact list on his mobile phone and found the senior Feng family he had met after the battle with Feng Yan.

He is not very good at dealing with these soft knives. He believes that these professionals can handle them perfectly.

After briefly explaining the matter, the Feng elder simply replied.

"You will not let Master Sugu down."

One day later, Sugu's email and phone information were much clearer.

The other party didn't say how it was done, and Sugu didn't bother to ask.

Both parties tacitly pretended to be confused.

"Brother Su, you are really good at summoning people. I am exhausted every day."

Ma Mingjie, who had been busy for four or five days because of those business cooperation emails, collapsed on the sofa and said loudly.

Seeing this situation, Sugu chuckled and said:

"Damn fat man, what do you have to complain about? Why don't you behave yourself when you get an advantage?"

Despite Ma Mingjie's daily complaints about how exhausted he was, every time he went out to help Sugu negotiate business, his little eyes would sparkle and he would be more excited than anyone else.

As Sugu's spokesperson, he has been looking for people to cooperate with in the past few days and has made many connections. These may become a small help for him to build his own business territory in the future.

"Damn, of course there's nothing wrong with normal people. Those Zheng family members I helped you with today, they are just a bunch of lunatics."

"The head of their family personally took off his shirt and carried a thorn stick on his back, just like the ancients who came to you to ask for forgiveness. If that's all, this guy is holding a big jar of black stuff, saying it is his son's ashes. Say thank you to Su Shaoxia for helping them clean up their house, I am very grateful."

"Damn, it makes me feel horrified just thinking about it. If these people hadn't really given me something good, I would have called the security office." Ma Mingjie said with lingering fear.

After hearing this, Sugu laughed twice.

"So where did you take the urn they gave you? Don't take it to the dormitory, disgusting person."

"Am I that mentally retarded?" Ma Mingjie rolled his eyes and said:

"I threw such a scary thing into the school septic tank. I guess the school cleaners have cleaned it up this morning."

"Yes, it's quite appropriate to throw it there."

Su Gudao.

The conversation between the two fell into silence.

After a while, Sugu rubbed his hands excitedly and said:

"Fat man, I've been busy these past few days and my hands are itchy again."

"Come with me to the virtual spiritual world."

Every time Sugu goes to the martial arts dojo in the spiritual world for a match, he has to call Ma Mingjie. This is the agreement between the two.

"Okay, but please wait a moment. I'll show you something." Ma Mingjie seemed to have remembered something and immediately responded.

Then he jumped up from the sofa where he was lying, and started operating on his mobile phone with a look of excitement on his face, and then said as if to show off:

"Brother Su, while you were doing that freshman competition, I was not idle either."

"I'll show you something good."

After saying that, a website came to Sugu's phone. After opening it, he was stunned.

This is the community management website of Xingwu University. Looking at this page, it is obviously the administrator's backend.

This damn fat guy actually started a club in the school in the past few days? And he himself became the leader?

"Brother Su, continue to look back and see the registered members." Ma Mingjie said with a smile.

After hearing this, Sugu opened the member registration page and scrolled down.

"Ah."

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Good guy, there are more than three hundred people. The key is that most of the more than 300 people are enrolled this year, freshmen in the same class as him and Ma Mingjie.

I even saw the names of several special admissions students, Zhan You, Wu Zhen, Xiao Junjian...

Good guy, the most useless person in this club and the one who should not be beaten is actually the fat guy leader.

Sugu looked at Ma Mingjie with a strange expression.

"how did you do that?"

"Brother Su, just look at the name of the club and the content of the activities." Ma Mingjie said with a mean smile.

Sugu glanced at it, and the expression on his face became twitching.

Club name: Almighty Martial God Support Club.

Societies and Activities: We believe that the invincible virtual idol Almighty God of War can help us defeat the Great Demon King Sugu.

"What the hell is this?"

Sugu was speechless looking at it.

"This must be you, Brother Su." Ma Mingjie said excitedly:

"When you went to do that freshman competition, I guessed that you were going to do something serious."

"By then, all the students in our class will probably be beaten into despair by you, and they will become nothing more than salty fish from now on. They will never be able to think about being number one again."

"I spotted this business opportunity at that time and started preaching crazily in schools... Ah, no, this is called developing comrades."

"It's exactly what I thought. When people lose hope in reality and become salty, they will most likely embrace virtuality."

"The people gathered in our club are all those who want to defeat you, but clearly feel that they and the students around them cannot do it. So they can only place their hope in the mysterious Almighty Martial God."

When Ma Mingjie spoke, his little eyes flashed and he let out a sly laugh.

"Brother Su, you don't know that the higher-ranked special admissions students in the school are the most interested in my club. I guess they are the most aware of the gap between themselves and you."

"Those special admissions students from major colleges who were beaten by you, Zhan You, Xiao Junjian, and Wu Zhen are the most obedient fat leeks, and they are worth killing."

"Now I'm thinking about getting some materials and ruthlessly harvesting their credits."

After finishing speaking, Ma Mingjie looked at Sugu with his small eyes, as if he wanted to look cute with his eyes wide open, so that Sugu would agree to him selling some small commodities. But he doesn't look cute at all.

"Brother Su, I promise you, I will never go too far. At most, I can use AI to produce a few hundreds-of-chapter novels of "Almighty God of War vs. Sugu". They are not allowed to give us credits."

"You beat our classmates so badly, and now you can make money by letting them have sex with you. Think of it as contributing to the mental health of our school students."

Sugu was silent for a long time.

So the current situation is that after I cast a shadow on many students at the same level, they started to fall in love with me?

Then I can get some credits here and eat two things for one fish?

He looked at Ma Mingjie's seemingly honest and round face, remained silent for a long time and finally said:

"Damn fat man, you are so naughty."