"Lie down," Song Hailong said.
Hearing this, Zhang Yu turned to look at Bai Zhenzhen beside him.
"Lie down? Does my job scope include this? Is earning 5,000 yuan this hard?"
Song Hailong twisted his neck and said, "What I mean is, let's hurry up. We'll start the ground combat soon."
"I lost because of this, so of course, I'm spending money to win it back."
As he spoke, Song Hailong walked over to the switch on the wall and asked, "What scent do you like?"
Zhang Yu looked at the switch on the wall, thinking it was for the air conditioner, and asked in confusion, "You mean the scent of the air conditioner? Air freshener?"
Song Hailong sighed, "I'm talking about the scent of the brain-boosting agent. I usually prefer peach or mint..."
Seeing Zhang Yu's blank expression, Song Hailong remembered that Zhang Yu was from Songyang High School and casually said, "Forget it, let's go with mint then."
After pressing the switch a few times, Zhang Yu gradually smelled a minty fragrance in the air.
His blood started flowing faster, and his mind became more alert.
Song Hailong pointed to the faucet nearby and said, "The right pipe is filled with energy drinks. If you feel tired later, just drink from it."
Zhang Yu was speechless.
He thought to himself, "Adding stimulants to the air conditioner and Red Bull to the water... Damn, they're so rich."
Seeing Zhang Yu's surprised expression, Song Hailong said with a hint of pride, "Don't be too shocked. After all, Bailong High School is known by many outsiders as a place flowing with potions and needles. Even the bathwater here contains traces of Dao Heart stabilizers."
"A few years ago, some poor people sneaked into the sewers here, trying to steal the water our school discharged to drink. Haha... A bunch of people who didn't get into high school or study the Dao, thinking they could become immortals by drinking our wastewater."
"Some people did get healthier, but others couldn't handle the potency of the drugs and died. They were caught afterward."
Zhang Yu felt even more speechless.
Mortals stealing immortal medicine? But he couldn't help asking, "What kind of water did they steal?"
Song Hailong laughed, "Just wastewater from the restrooms and baths. There are often traces of medicinal components left in it, which is why those poor people tried to steal it."
Zhang Yu: "At least they caught them. No more victims, right?"
Song Hailong nodded with a smile, "Yeah, later the school decided to sell the wastewater to those poor people themselves. Since then, there haven't been any thefts from the sewers."
Damn...
So in Bailong High School's eyes, the only victims are themselves.
Zhang Yu was utterly speechless and decided to start warming up.
After a while, seeing that Zhang Yu had finished warming up, Song Hailong added some rules for the training.
When it came to training, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression turned serious.
"Don't go all out during training. If you can control me, I lose."
"If the fight continues until your strength weakens and you're no longer at your peak, and I still haven't controlled you, I still lose."
"If I can control you, then I win."
"If you can't beat me once in these two hours, the tutoring ends, and you don't need to come back."
Zhang Yu understood.
Little Song wanted to beat him at his peak in a head-to-head fight.
Then Song Hailong turned to Bai Zhenzhen and said, "As for you, Bai Zhenzhen, as you said, either fight me or give me some advice from the sidelines."
"But if you can't beat me, or if I think your advice is useless, then you don't need to come back either."
With that, Zhang Yu stepped forward, and in an instant, he and Song Hailong were grappling on the ground.
Their hands clashed and grappled, using the "Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand" technique to counter each other's moves, trying to lock each other down.
At this point, Zhang Yu had already pushed the "Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand" to level 10.
Even though he didn't actively reveal it and maintained it at level 2, his understanding of the technique, grappling, and throws far surpassed Song Hailong's.
Especially since Zhang Yu had tried to integrate the "Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand" into the "Formless Cloud Qi" of the "Limitless Cloud Hand," using the qi to assist in various grappling and throwing techniques.
Song Hailong felt that every move he made had been completely seen through by Zhang Yu.
The white qi not only deflected his strength but also executed techniques similar to the "Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand."
Thus... almost from the start of the fight, Song Hailong was at a disadvantage, relying solely on brute strength and physical power to break through Zhang Yu's techniques.
This made Song Hailong extremely surprised.
"This Zhang Yu... his skills have improved so much since yesterday."
"How could he progress so quickly in just one day?"
A sudden realization flashed through Song Hailong's mind.
"This guy must have practiced the 'Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand' like crazy after going back, just to beat me again."
Why did he think that?
Of course, it was because Song Hailong had been practicing the "Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand" non-stop since yesterday's match.
He even had his meals injected directly into his stomach and bloodstream today, all to close the gap in skill with Zhang Yu as quickly as possible.
At this moment, feeling Zhang Yu's progress, Song Hailong thought to himself, "Did he think the same as me? No wonder he beat me once."
With that thought, a look of determination appeared on Song Hailong's face.
His blood surged, and his mana continuously reinforced his body, allowing him to unleash fierce strength, gritting his teeth to resist Zhang Yu's attacks.
He felt like he was caught in a stormy sea, with Zhang Yu's hands like undercurrents and the qi like waves, dragging him deeper into the abyss.
As for Zhang Yu... he felt like he was trying to bind an enraged dragon.
Even though he managed to chain it down repeatedly, the dragon would always break free with sheer strength.
As for Song Hailong's skills? To Zhang Yu, it was like... did he improve? Maybe, but it's too small to notice.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen, standing to the side, watched the fight and sighed, "These two, one has absolute physical advantage, the other has absolute skill advantage."
"Song Hailong's moves are often countered by Zhang Yu's skills."
"Zhang Yu's moves are often broken by Song Hailong's strength."
She couldn't help but frown.
"There's no ring or out-of-bounds rule today, so Zhang Yu can't win by trickery."
"He'll probably have to fight until he's exhausted."
As Bai Zhenzhen predicted, about three minutes later, Song Hailong suddenly stopped.
"Your strength is weakening. You're no longer at your peak. This round is my loss. Take a break and prepare for the next round."
While the two were resting, Bai Zhenzhen began analyzing their fight and pointing out their flaws.
At first, Song Hailong didn't pay much attention, but soon he started listening carefully, and his gaze toward Bai Zhenzhen changed.
"This woman's insight is really sharp. I thought she was just a bonus, but now it seems she's worth having around."
During the break, Zhang Yu curiously turned on the faucet and took a few sips of the energy drink.
Instantly, he felt a fire ignite in his stomach, and his stamina began to recover rapidly.
"The effect is this good?"
Zhang Yu decided then and there that he would bring a basin to Bailong High School next time to take some of this drink home.
The fight continued intermittently, with Zhang Yu and Song Hailong grappling repeatedly.
Almost every time, it ended with Zhang Yu running out of strength, except for one instance where Zhang Yu managed to lock Song Hailong's joints and win.
Zhang Yu rubbed his sore hands, thinking, "Even though he said he lost, in a real fight, it would be me losing due to stamina depletion, right?"
"Song Hailong is too tough. Without the ring's out-of-bounds rule, it's hard for me to beat him before my stamina runs out."
"I really need to improve my physical strength."
At this moment, Zhang Yu became even more eager to strengthen his body.
Before leaving Bailong High School, Song Hailong paid the two and then reminded Zhang Yu, "I won't stop improving my physical strength just because of our training."
"In two months, when the sports competition officially starts, my physical strength will be at least at level 4.0 or higher."
"So... I hope you can keep up. Otherwise, if the gap in physical strength is too big, the training won't mean much."
As soon as they left Bailong High School, Bai Zhenzhen pulled Zhang Yu and hurried toward the subway station.
Zhang Yu asked in confusion, "Zhenzhen, why are you in such a hurry?"
Bai Zhenzhen replied, "I drank too much energy drink. I need to use the bathroom!"
"Stupid Bailong High School, charging 10 yuan to use the bathroom. I've been holding it in until now."
...
While Zhang Yu and Song Hailong were wrestling.
In a quiet room at Ziyun High School.
Le Mulan slowly dispersed the "Purple Saint Heart Technique" she had been circulating in her mind and tried to stop the thought that "the rich are pure, wise, kind, and strong, while the poor are filthy, foolish, evil, and weak."
Originally, under the influence of the "Purple Saint Heart Technique," she only needed to look at her bank balance and stock profits every day.
The larger the numbers, the smoother the technique flowed, the greater the boost to her Dao Heart, and the calmer and more stable her mind became.
But on the flip side... this made her disdain and aversion toward poverty and the poor grow stronger.
However, the original Le Mulan didn't see this as a problem.
Poverty and the poor could be shielded with money.
That was until she encountered Zhang Yu on the擂台.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and opened Zhang Yu's friend circle.
Le Mulan encouraged herself in her heart, "Here I go, into the friend circle of the poor."
The first thing that caught her eye was a selfie of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen standing at the entrance of Bailong High School.
The caption read: Back at Bailong High School! Song Hailong, the top freshman, invited us for some coaching.
If anyone wants guidance, feel free to contact me.
"Song Hailong actually paid poor Zhang Yu for coaching?"
Le Mulan's eyes lit up slightly at this.
"He wouldn't take 400,000 yuan, but he's willing to pay for lessons?"
(End of Chapter)