Chapter 85: Part-Time Job, Moments

Chapter 85: Part-Time Job, Moments (Thanks to Patron Cruzer)

"Hit the mats."

When Song Hailong spoke, Zhang Yu turned to Bai Zhenzhen beside him. "Lie down? Is my job scope really this broad? Is 5,000 yuan really this hard to earn?"

Song Hailong twisted his neck. "I meant warm up quickly—we’ll start ground combat shortly."

"That’s where I lost last time. Of course I want to win it back through this training."

He walked to a wall panel with buttons and asked, "What scent do you prefer?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the switches, assuming they controlled air conditioning. "You mean the AC scent? Air freshener?"

Song Hailong rolled his eyes. "The Cognitive Enhancer scent. I usually go for peach or mint..."

Seeing Zhang Yu’s blank expression, he remembered the other was from Songyang High. "Forget it. Mint it is."

After pressing several buttons, Zhang Yu gradually smelled mint in the air. His blood began rushing, his mind sharpening with excitement.

Song Hailong pointed at a faucet nearby. "The right pipe has energy drinks. Drink straight from it when you tire."

Zhang Yu was speechless. Air conditioning with stimulants, water with Red Bull? Damn, they’re loaded.

Noticing his shock, Song Hailong smirked. "Don’t be surprised. Bailong High is often called a place flowing with potions and needles. Even the bathwater tests positive for Spiritual Resolve buffers."

"A few years back, some poor folks sneaked into our sewers to drink our drained water. Heh… a group of people who didn’t get into high school or study Xian Dao, thinking sipping our wastewater could help them ascend to immortality."

"Some got healthier, others overdosed. Got caught eventually."

Zhang Yu shook his head. Commoners stealing elixirs? Still, he asked, "This stolen water… was it?"

Song Hailong grinned. "Wastewater from restrooms, bathhouses—residual potion traces. These lawbreakers exploited it."

"At least they got caught. No more victims now?"

Song Hailong nodded. "Actually, the school started selling the drain water to them. No more thefts since."

So in Bailong’s eyes, the only victims are themselves? Zhang Yu thought, speechless, and began warming up.

Minutes later, seeing Zhang Yu finish stretching, Song Hailong outlined the training rules. His earlier smile vanished, replaced by seriousness.

"No need to go all-out. If you control me, I lose. If you tire and drop below peak condition before controlling me, I lose. If I control you, I win. If you don’t beat me once in two hours, tutoring ends—you won’t need to come back."

Zhang Yu understood. Xiaosong wanted to defeat him head-on at his peak.

Song Hailong turned to Bai Zhenzhen. "As for Bai, either fight me or give guidance. But if you lose to me or your advice proves useless, you’re out too."

Zhang Yu approached. In an instant, they clashed on the mat.

Their hands collided, grappling, exchanging Back Dragon Flip Hand techniques, each trying to pin the other.

Zhang Yu’s Back Dragon Flip Hand had reached level 10. Even maintaining a facade of level 2 proficiency, his mastery of martial arts, grappling, and throws far surpassed Song Hailong’s.

He’d even begun integrating Back Dragon Flip Hand into Infinite Cloud Hands’ Formless Cloud Qi, using Vitality Qi to enhance his holds.

Song Hailong felt every move pierced by Zhang Yu’s insight. The white Vitality Qi not only neutralized his force but mimicked Back Dragon Flip Hand techniques.

Almost immediately, Song Hailong fell on the defensive, relying solely on brute strength to break free.

Zhang Yu’s skill improved drastically since yesterday!

In just a day? How?

Realization struck: He must’ve practiced Back Dragon Flip Hand nonstop after returning.

Of course—since yesterday’s match, Song Hailong himself had trained relentlessly, even having meals injected directly into his gut and veins to accelerate progress.

We’re thinking alike. No wonder he bested me once.

Gritting his teeth, Song Hailong surged with blood qi, his spiritual power flooding his body, unleashing explosive strength against Zhang Yu’s assault.

He felt like drowning in a stormy sea—Zhang Yu’s hands like undercurrents, Vitality Qi like relentless waves dragging him deeper.

Zhang Yu felt like binding a raging dragon. Each restraint shattered by Song Hailong’s raw power.

As for Song Hailong’s skill? To Zhang Yu… Improved? Maybe, but negligible.

Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen observed, One has absolute physical dominance, the other technical superiority. Song Hailong’s moves get countered by skill; Zhang Yu’s by sheer strength.

No ring boundaries today. Yu can’t win by ring-outs.

This’ll drag until Yu exhausts.

As Bai Zhenzhen predicted, three minutes later, Song Hailong halted. "Your strength waned. I lose this round. Rest for the next."

During breaks, Bai Zhenzhen analyzed their techniques. Initially dismissive, Song Hailong soon listened intently. Her insight’s sharp. Not just a freebie after all.

Zhang Yu drank from the faucet, energy drinks igniting his gut like fire. So potent! He resolved to bring a bucket next time.

Round after round, Zhang Yu dominated—each ending with his fatigue, save once when he locked Song Hailong’s joint.

Rubbing his aching hands, Zhang Yu mused, He conceded, but in real combat, I’d lose post-exhaustion. Song’s too durable. Without ring-outs, defeating him pre-tire’s tough.

Need to boost Physical Strength Level.

Before leaving, Song Hailong transferred payment. "I won’t halt my Physical Strength Level training for these sessions."

"In two months, when the sports competition starts, I’ll hit at least 4.0."

"Try to keep up. Too wide a gap, and training’s pointless."

Outside Bailong High, Bai Zhenzhen rushed to the subway, Zhang Yu trailing.

"Why the rush, Zhen?"

"Too many energy drinks—I need a bathroom!"

"Damn Bailong! Charging ten yuan for toilets!"

Meanwhile, in Ziyun High’s cultivation chamber, Le Muran dissolved the Purple Sage Cultivation Technique in her mind, forcing herself to stop reciting, "The wealthy are pure, wise, kind, and strong; the poor are filthy, stupid, evil, and weak."

The technique thrived on wealth—higher balances, higher stock profits meant smoother cultivation and stable spiritual resolve.

Yet it deepened her disdain for poverty.

Until facing Zhang Yu on the ring.

Inhaling deeply, she opened his Moments feed.

Here goes the poor man’s Moments.

First, a selfie of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen at Bailong High’s gate.

Caption: Back at Bailong High! First-Year High’s top-ranked Song Hailong invited us for coaching. Friends seeking guidance, contact anytime.

Song Hailong paid Zhang Yu for coaching?

Le Muran’s eyes gleamed. Refused 400,000 yuan but accepted paid lessons?

(End of Chapter)

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