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

At this moment, Lei Jun's heart was surging. He felt satisfied with his upcoming bonus, salary increase, and teaching achievements, but even more so, he felt a sense of nostalgia for his past.

Once upon a time, Lei Jun was also a spirited high school student, also fantasizing that one day he could defeat all opponents with a pair of iron fists, stepping on all the academic giants and rich kids, standing at the peak of all the high schools in Songyang.

"One punch breaks a billion coins! This is the supreme realm pursued by generations of martial artists!"

But reality quickly slapped him in the face.

The scores on the monthly exams made him feel powerless to catch up.

The fierce out-of-syllabus competition made him feel that he and those wealthy academic giants were not on the same level at all, like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, a gap that could be described as despair.

It was then that he realized that Fist Sect, Sword Sect, Qi Sect... were all inferior to Money Sect. Breaking ten thousand laws with a billion coins was the reality.

He also understood a principle: with money, the fist is hard. The more the account balance, the greater the power of the fist.

But today, his student defeated many strong opponents with a weak body, using supreme talent and skills to make up for the weakness of the flesh, medical insurance, and wealth, suppressing these famous school academic giants.

He accomplished what he once wanted to do, but later didn't even dare to think about.

He thought in his heart: "Alas, defeating money with one's own fists... this is the realm pursued by us martial artists. Although it's just in the high school arena, it's something to remember for a lifetime."

At the same time, the emergency doctor in front of him said calmly: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that too much blood was lost and he's weak. Just replenish some blood."

"I'll prescribe some medicine to replenish physical strength, mana, and energy..."

Lei Jun took out a few boxes of medicine from his pocket: "No need to prescribe, take mine. These medicines should work, right?" He thought that this way, the insurance premium would increase less next time.

The emergency doctor curled his lips, thinking that it was really difficult to squeeze more oil from these three poor ghosts.

A moment later, the referee also came over, first asking about Zhang Yu's condition, and then asking Bai Zhenzhen whether she would compete with Song Hailong for the third place in the arena.

Bai Zhenzhen naturally chose to refuse. Song Hailong's fighting style, a muscle monster and super meat shield, was too much of a restraint for her.

So after a while, the top four in the martial arts competition were completely determined, from high to low: Zhang Yu, Le Mulan, Song Hailong, and Bai Zhenzhen.

On the other side, Le Mulan had also regained her mobility after treatment.

So after Zhang Yu rested for a while, he, Le Mulan, and Song Hailong went to the podium together to receive the champion, runner-up, and third-place medals respectively.

It's just that, except for Zhang Yu, who was full of smiles, Le Mulan and Song Hailong both had gloomy faces, like they were constipated.

Cheers and curses kept ringing out from the audience...

A Red Pagoda person said with jealousy: "This Zhang Yu has such high talent, he can learn martial arts by watching others practice. He should pay when he watches others practice martial arts, otherwise, he's a martial arts thief!"

A Purple Cloud person cried bitterly: "This Zhang Yu actually rode on the sacred first place! I wouldn't dare to do that even in my dreams! Damn it, it's more uncomfortable than killing me!"

A White Dragon person sighed: "The winner stands, the loser kneels. I didn't expect Songyang High School to have an academic giant worth kneeling to."

Worthy of kneeling, that was already the highest praise for high-scoring academic giants in White Dragon High School.

In front of the podium, Lei Jun took out his phone with a smile on his face to take pictures.

Bai Zhenzhen took a few photos, and then started taking videos, already thinking about how to use the name of the martial arts competition to take on advertisements.

While taking pictures, she said to the three people on the podium: "Smile, it's ugly to have a bitter face. Zhang Yu, I'm not talking about you,收一收, don't smile too arrogantly."

Lei Jun said on the side: "I'll treat you to a meal after the competition. Ask Qian Shen and the others if they want to come later, and discuss what you want to eat."

...

In the Purple Cloud High School rest area.

Le Mulan was slowly walking back holding the second-place medal.

The school uniform that had been stained with blood during the battle with Zhang Yu had been changed.

And the complex emotions such as ferocity, anger, and unwillingness after the battle had disappeared. She looked as if nothing had happened.

However, after returning to the rest area, Le Mulan frowned slightly when she saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground: "Get up, I'll withdraw the punishment of being a stool."

Lian Tianji raised his head in surprise, looking at Le Mulan with a hint of incomprehension. This was the first time he had seen Le Mulan withdraw her words.

Le Mulan said lightly: "I've already lost, what qualifications do I have to punish you?"

"If you're my stool, should I, who also lost, be your stool? Or should I be Zhang Yu's stool?"

Saying that, she turned her head slightly, looking in the direction of Zhang Yu, and said in a complex tone: "Your failure this time is not entirely your fault, this Zhang Yu is indeed very powerful."

"Although I still don't understand why he's unwilling to earn more money, he did make me realize my weaknesses."

Le Mulan's mind was already planning future training on close combat.

In the initial post-match review, Le Mulan felt that she was too confident and underestimated the enemy. She was careless for a moment, thinking that she could easily take down her opponent by dodging, but she didn't expect that such a subtle flaw would be seized by her opponent.

However, after reviewing the entire battle, she suddenly realized that the other party had come prepared. The other party not only discovered her subtle flaws, but also had enough ideas and abilities to tear them apart.

In addition, she naturally thought of the problem of disliking Zhang Yu's blood.

"Appropriately contact poor people..."

Le Mulan couldn't help frowning again when she thought of this, feeling an uncontrollable awkwardness, a mental discomfort.

"It's somewhat against my mental cultivation method. It's really not easy to change my thinking."

Suddenly she thought that she had already added Zhang Yu as a friend. Le Mulan thought to herself: "Why not start by looking at the poor man's Moments..."

Lian Tianji smiled and got up: "This failure will make us stronger. We will definitely be able to beat Zhang Yu in the next competition."

"Next competition?" Le Mulan said: "Is it the physical competition? Even if we beat him in that competition, there's no sense of accomplishment."

Lian Tianji was slightly stunned, then immediately nodded in agreement, helplessly saying: "That's true. His physical strength is so much weaker than ours now. By the time of the physical competition two months later, I'm afraid he'll be even further away from us."

"Unless he can join Songyang's competition team and accept Songyang's so-called special training program..."

...

In the White Dragon High School rest area.

Facing the surrounding classmates, Chu Qiuhe, who had woken up, sighed: "After I woke up, I carefully reviewed the battle and realized the horror of this Zhang Yu. I'm afraid that none of the high school students in Songyang City can beat him in actual combat skills."

A White Dragon person retorted unconvinced: "That's too exaggerated. I think Brother Hailong just sweated too much, which is why he slipped off the stage. Just spray some antiperspirant before going on stage."

Chu Qiuhe pointed at him and said: "What's your score? What's your ranking? Kneel down before talking to me."

Seeing the other party kneel down, Chu Qiuhe slowly said: "You can't fully feel the horror of Zhang Yu unless you actually fight him..."

At this moment, with the return of Song Hailong, everyone immediately fell silent.

Seeing Song Hailong casually throw the third-place medal into his bag, he no longer paid attention to it.

Song Hailong understood that the third-place result in the martial arts competition was an honor for others, but a disgrace for him.

At this moment, the phone rang, and a mature male voice came from the other end: "I've watched your competition. The two people ahead of you are not stronger than you."

"You lost to someone weaker than yourself."

"Father is very disappointed in you..."

Hearing this, Song Hailong was in a panic: "Brother, I was careless..."

"Don't make excuses." The other party said coldly: "You know Father hates people making excuses for failure the most."

Song Hailong took a deep breath and said softly: "I'm sorry."

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall giant was listening to the reprimand from the other end of the phone, but he looked like an elementary school student with a face full of unease and panic.

A moment later, after hanging up the phone, Song Hailong looked angrily in the direction of Zhang Yu.

Since he lost this time, he would get it back in other ways, in ways unique to wealthy people.

Quickly arriving at the Songyang High School rest area, Song Hailong's oppressive figure immediately covered Zhang Yu with a shadow.

Under the guarded gaze of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, Song Hailong said coldly: "How much money?"

"What's the price to hire you for actual combat sparring?"

As an absolutely wealthy person, after being defeated by an opponent, he would of course spend money to hire the other party for sparring until he could defeat the other party!

He would learn all the skills from whoever defeated him!

Hearing Song Hailong's words, Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu's eyes lit up, and they felt that Song Hailong in front of them was even more majestic.

Zhang Yu coughed and said: "I'm very expensive and very busy. I have to check my schedule to see if I have time."

Bai Zhenzhen nodded repeatedly and said: "Come, come! I'm Zhang Yu's agent. You can talk to me about money!"

"And I'm also in the top four of the martial arts competition, and I'm Zhang Yu's actual combat coach. I guided him in the final battle between him and Le Mulan. Do you want to hire me too?"

So after adding Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu as friends, Song Hailong looked at the two and said: "You can discuss the specific price and tell me."

"But there's one thing..."

Looking at Zhang Yu's thin body, Song Hailong said dissatisfied: "You'd better find a way to improve your physical strength."

"Because I will only get stronger and faster, and I can't wait for you."

"If your data is too low, I can easily crush you with strength, then there's no need for sparring."

Looking at the other party's departing back, Zhang Yu also knew that what the other party said was true.

Whether it was to earn money from sparring, or for the physical competition two months later, or even for future college entrance exams, he needed to work harder to improve his physical strength.

"I have to catch up with Song Hailong and Le Mulan."

A moment later, Zhao Tianxing, Qian Shen, and He Dayou also walked down from the audience together to visit Zhang Yu.

Zhao Tianxing said excitedly: "Too handsome, Yu Zi, I took a picture of you on the arena, take a look..."

Qian Shen sighed: "The competition is seriously out of syllabus. It's already another dimension of examination. The 100 points in martial arts actual combat can't perfectly express your achievements in martial arts."

Bai Zhenzhen asked: "Old Lei is treating us to dinner later, are you going? Do you have any ideas?"

Zhao Tianxing said: "What should we eat? I'm fine with anything, but it's best to have something healthy like boiled chicken."

Bai Zhenzhen nodded and recorded on her phone: "Okay, Zhao Tianxing is fine with anything."

He Dayou said lightly: "I don't eat poor people's meals. I won't go if it's not an expensive enough restaurant."

Bai Zhenzhen nodded and recorded: "He Dayou is not going."

Qian Shen said: "I know a good restaurant, I'll treat you to drinks."

Bai Zhenzhen recorded: "Qian Shen is treating."

...

Inside a restaurant in the city.

Zhang Yu said as soon as he walked in: "Do you have emperor crabs? Bring ten of them."

Lei Jun, who was following behind, had a dark face. Was he trying to eat him into bankruptcy?

Qian Shen said on the side: "This restaurant doesn't have seafood, and seafood is not nutritious at all. It's not suitable for high school students to eat."

"This restaurant specializes in authentic pre-made dishes, without any extra seasoning. You eat the original flavor of the pre-made dishes."

"The dishes are also very nutritious. Each dish has more than 10,000 calories of clean energy. I often come here to eat after exercising."

Lei Jun nodded secretly. Qian Shen was still sensible and considerate of the teacher's hard work.

Qian Shen said to the waiter: "Do you have pre-made dishes with monster beast meat? Today are all high-achieving students from Songyang High School. Do you have any dishes for food supplementation?"

Lei Jun sighed. Qian Shen was also insensible. Didn't he know that the income of martial arts teachers was limited?

Without letting the students order randomly, Lei Jun said directly: "I only brought 6,000. Any more and we'll have to wash dishes together."

A moment later, a group of people sat together and raised their beast protein milk: "Cheers!"

After all, they were healthy high school students and high school teachers, so of course they had to drink healthy and nutritious beast protein milk.

Besides, after eating this meal, it would almost be time for school, so of course everyone couldn't drink something that would affect their class state.