What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

Until the end of physical education class, Wang Hai ignored Zhang Yu, treating him as if he were a puff of air, and ceased to offer any guidance or instruction.

Under Wang Hai's lead in isolating him, the other students also subconsciously avoided Zhang Yu, as if creating an invisible no-man's-land around him.

"That old Wang is really… so petty."

But with things as they were, Zhang Yu had no choice but to lie quietly on the ground and continue resting.

In the blink of an eye, class was over, and everyone gradually headed to the cafeteria.

After everyone had left, Zhou Tianyi walked to Zhang Yu's side and gave him a thumbs up: "Warrior, have you bought your accident insurance yet?"

Zhang Yu slowly got up, patted his pants, and said, "What's there to be afraid of? When my cultivation improves greatly in a while, and my grades skyrocket, many teachers will protect me."

He confidently looked at the feather script in his palm, his physical strength having increased from 0.83 to 0.84.

This was without injections, medicine, or any dietary supplements, just training with the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Strengthening.

Presumably, as the level of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Strengthening continues to increase, the rate of improvement in physical strength will also become faster and faster.

Just thinking about this, Zhang Yu couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying potential he possessed.

Zhou Tianyi, who was watching Zhang Yu suddenly become confident, asked curiously, "Have you found a new source for drugs? Don't forget your brother if you have good stuff."

Zhang Yu clenched his fist and smiled, "Kid, I'm naturally body refining!"

Outside the training room door, Bai Zhenzhen, flushed from intense training, had sweat dripping from her forehead and steam rising from her body.

Knock, knock, knock!

She knocked on the door and said softly, "Zhang Yu, are you done showing off? I'm hungry, let's go eat."

The trio hurriedly joined the cafeteria rush, and seeing that they were late, they saw a large crowd queuing in front of the cafeteria entrance from afar.

However, as members of the demonstration class, Zhang Yu and his companions had the privilege of entering the cafeteria for meals with priority, allowing them to dine directly through the VIP channel.

They entered the cafeteria under the gazes of many students from other classes, each with their own expressions.

How should one describe that feeling?

If Zhang Yu were to describe it, it would be like the inner sect geniuses in novels slowly entering the Gathering Immortal Restaurant for a meal under the gazes of outer sect servants, filled with envy, jealousy, or a sense of potential replacement.

Once inside the cafeteria, Bai Zhenzhen said, "I'm having a dietary supplement today, I'm going to eat on the second floor."

So-called dietary supplements involve cooking with ingredients full of immortal elements, supplemented with various medicines, which can effectively enhance physical fitness, compensate for the body's losses after strenuous exercise, and improve the efficiency of body refining and breathing exercises.

It can be said that dietary supplements have countless benefits for immortal cultivation, and the only reason Zhang Yu didn't eat them at the moment was that they were too expensive, really too expensive.

A meal costs at least several hundred, and more precious ingredients can easily cost thousands. Zhang Yu, who used to have money from loans, was reluctant to eat them every day, let alone the current Zhang Yu.

Watching Bai Zhenzhen walk up to the second floor alone, Zhang Yu could feel that the second floor of the cafeteria was another dividing line from the first floor, just like the queue inside and outside the cafeteria at this moment.

But a hint of doubt arose in Zhang Yu's mind: "Isn't Ah Zhen broke? How can she afford to go to the second floor?"

…

Not long after lunch, Zhang Yu, who was taking a nap, was called to the teacher's office.

A middle-aged man took a sip of tea and glanced at Zhang Yu, who was standing in front of the desk, and said, "Teacher Wang Hai told me about your matter."

The man's name was Su Haifeng, who was not only the class teacher of the demonstration class but also the grade director of the first year of high school.

He looked at Zhang Yu with a disappointed expression and said, "Do you remember what you told me during the interview?"

When the original Zhang Yu participated in the Songyang High School interview, Su Haifeng was the interviewer sitting in the middle.

Hearing Su Haifeng's words at this moment, Zhang Yu was slightly stunned. Although he had merged with the original owner's memory, many details could not be recalled instantly.

Su Haifeng sighed: "I remember you said you wanted to go to a prestigious university."

"During physical education class, you neither bought medicine nor got injections, and you even lay on the ground and slacked off, arguing with the teacher. Is this your attitude towards wanting to go to a prestigious university?"

Listening to the other party's criticism, Zhang Yu didn't know how to explain it for a while. He couldn't say that he couldn't afford medicine or injections because he was poor and useless, and that he was just casually attending physical education class because his potential had been stimulated.

Feeling Zhang Yu's silence, Su Haifeng sighed again and said, "Zhang Yu, your performance over the past three months has been good, I know you are a good boy."

"Has something happened to your family recently?"

Zhang Yu looked at the other party in surprise, feeling the concerned look in his eyes, and found it a little unbelievable: "There are teachers in this crazy school who actually care about students?"

He thought for a while and said softly, "Yes, I had some conflicts with my family."

"I will try my best to adjust and recover as soon as possible."

Although he felt the other party's concern, Zhang Yu could only perfunctorily deal with it as soon as possible at the moment, and after a while, when his grades improved, he naturally wouldn't need to explain these difficult things to the teacher.

Su Haifeng frowned as if dissatisfied and said angrily, "What can't you tell the teacher?"

"Is there a recent economic problem in your family?"

"The debt collection calls from the loan platform have already been made to the school."

"Ah?" Zhang Yu suddenly raised his head: "They called you, teacher?"

Su Haifeng nodded solemnly: "If they hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known you owed so much money, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Yu: "I…"

He really didn't think there was any use in telling the school about this kind of thing, especially with the atmosphere of Songyang High School, he estimated that knowing it would only make his situation worse.

But Su Haifeng sighed and looked at Zhang Yu with a kind expression and said, "I know the school is sometimes stricter, and you are afraid to tell us when something happens."

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"But you have to know that we are your teachers after all, how can we not help our students?"

As he spoke, he took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Yu.

"This is the poverty student subsidy program that I specially applied for you, please sign it quickly."

Reaching out to take the document, Zhang Yu looked at Su Haifeng with some emotion: "Teacher, thank you."

He realized that his view of the school's teachers was wrong again.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Although there are unreliable guys like Wang Hai, there are also kind elders like Teacher Su."

Su Haifeng smiled and waved his hand, handing over the pen: "Sign it quickly."

Zhang Yu lowered his head, glanced at the document, and then froze in place.

Su Haifeng chuckled and said, "What's wrong? Sign it quickly, I'll try to hand it in for you before I get off work."

Zhang Yu's voice was low: "Teacher, this seems to be a debt restructuring contract? Did you take the wrong one?"

Su Haifeng said with a smile: "The reason why poor students are poor is because they owe debts? After restructuring the debts, wouldn't it help the poor students? This is the poverty student subsidy program."

Zhang Yu estimated the debt after the debt restructuring. After various messy procedures, various interest, principal, handling fees, head-cutting interest… it seemed to have risen to more than 1 million.

"What debt restructuring! Isn't this just using loans to pay off loans."

He roared in his heart: "Even the class teacher is engaged in lending, right."

"Is this how you play, are there no normal teachers in this broken school?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Teacher, I think I'd better forget it, I can repay this money myself."

Su Haifeng kindly persuaded: "How can you a child repay such a large sum of money? Sign it quickly, the school will take care of this matter for you."

"Don't worry, the school's installment plan is very flexible."

Zhang Yu: "No need, teacher, really no need."

After Zhang Yu refused again and again, he simply threw the contract away and ran out of the office.

Watching his departing back, Su Haifeng raised his teacup and gently blew on it.

A moment later, he picked up the vibrating phone and said, "He refused."

"Well, I'll try again in a while."

"Don't worry, poor people… will eventually be unable to withstand the means of the collection company and will always come to borrow."