I Look Forward to Working With You

When Jiang Wangshu heard Jimo agree to the match, he froze and immediately tried to get up.

The student council members hit hard. Jiang Wangshu knew that better than anyone after dealing with them, and Chen Ziwu was hardly any better than Huang Zhenghao.

"Brother, don't go..."

The physical therapist pushed him back down. "We're not done yet, student. You'll have to bear with it a little longer."

An aching soreness spread through his waist, and Jiang Wangshu fell back onto the stretcher in a sorry state.

Jimo gave Jiang Wangshu a reassuring smile.

"Sure, I'll take you on." Chen Ziwu grinned and readily agreed, the disdain in his eyes plain to see.

Out of all those people, he had picked him? Chen Ziwu wondered if there was something wrong with his head.

Half an hour later, the host turned off the music and climbed back onto the raised platform.

"Next up, Jimo will represent the blue team in a challenge against Chen Ziwu of the red team. Due to the change in numbers, the previous team competition no longer applies. After some discussion, it has been changed to a one-on-one capture-the-flag match. Who will take home the prize this time? I can hardly wait to find out..."

Capture the flag was exactly what it sounded like: whoever seized the flag in the center of the stage and planted it on the raised platform within the time limit would win.

It was a real test of strength, especially arm strength.

And Jimo happened to have neither.

The two stepped onto the stage, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

Chen Ziwu glanced at Jimo's slender frame, his disdain growing even stronger.

"If you kowtow and admit you were wrong now, I'll spare you and go easy on you."

Faced with Chen Ziwu's provocation, Jimo remained expressionless, too lazy to bother with him.

The host raised his microphone and began an excited countdown, but Jimo suddenly stopped him. "Wait."

Chen Ziwu wore an expression that said he had expected this. "It's too late to be scared now..."

Jimo cut him off and turned to the host. "You only mentioned the punishment for the blue team earlier. What if the red team loses?"

The student council members below jeered. "Tch, is that necessary? What a waste of time. How could Chen Ziwu possibly lose to you?"

"Exactly. You're rushing to your death, and you're still worried about looking good while you do it?"

Someone else suggested, "How about making Chen Ziwu dance in a bunny girl outfit too?"

Chen Ziwu was tall and muscular. Just imagining him in women's clothing was terrifying.

"Hahahaha!" Someone in the student council burst out laughing.

"What kind of stupid idea is that? Are you torturing him or the audience?"

Standing on the stage, Chen Ziwu rolled his eyes. "Get lost."

Watching them fool around, Jimo sneered inwardly. You'll be crying soon enough.

They talked over one another without reaching a decision, but Jimo had already made up his mind.

"No need to go to so much trouble. If you lose, just give Jiang Wangshu a hundred thousand in Alliance Currency."

No punishment could compare to cold, hard cash, especially when Jiang Wangshu really needed the money.

Jiang Wangshu froze for a moment and stared at Jimo without speaking.

The young masters in the student council, on the other hand, thought it was terribly boring. They had expected Jimo to ask for something outrageous.

"Are you kidding me? After all that, it's just this little bit of money? Only those pauper special-class students would come up with an idea like that."

"That's so damn tacky."

Chen Ziwu frowned, then agreed. "Was that even worth bringing up?"

At that moment, He Zhenglin suddenly called out to encourage Chen Ziwu. "Do your best."

Chen Ziwu immediately nodded in excitement.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and the moment the whistle blew, both sides moved.

Chen Ziwu's target was the flag.

Jimo's target was Chen Ziwu.

No one noticed that the moment Chen Ziwu grabbed the flag, Jimo used their bodies as cover and struck several of his vulnerable joints in one smooth sequence.

Chen Ziwu immediately felt a numb ache throughout his body and found he couldn't put any strength into his arms.

Thud!

Strangely, Jimo hit the ground even before the flag did. He pointed at Chen Ziwu and accused him, "You pinched me!"

The special-class students below all looked worried.

He Zhenglin glanced at his friend beside him. The man who had been distracted from the competition all evening was now staring intently at the match onstage.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

He Zhenglin felt a little better. "But you're the one who told him to go up there."

Ke Yueyi glanced at him, looking as though he had said something strange. "Feeling sorry for him?"

He merely found Jimo interesting. Having him around could relieve his boredom, just as he had found that Eurasian wolf interesting before, because it was a lot like him.

So he had kept it.

Ke Yueyi suddenly couldn't remember when he had last gone to see the Eurasian wolf.

He Zhenglin put an arm around Ke Yueyi's shoulders and laughed twice. He had known it.

Ke Yueyi pushed He Zhenglin away, his face expressionless. "But... he won't necessarily lose."

He Zhenglin raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Want to bet?"

"Help me get that group of doctors who came from Lierton for the conference to stay. I'll cooperate with you on the terms we offer them. If you win, you can name your conditions."

Ke Yueyi nodded. "All right."

The academic conference this time was being held in Deyue, and its topic concerned overcoming a major cancerous disease in humans. Lierton did not belong to the Alliance, yet its scholars were more likely to produce results than the Alliance's elites. Those who had come this time were all top medical talents. If they could be persuaded to work for the Alliance...

He Zhenglin's condition wasn't unreasonable. They all shared common interests, and getting the doctors to stay would benefit everyone in the Alliance.

He Zhenglin's expression grew a little more serious.

The match was still going on. Jimo climbed up, clutching his chest and looking weak. Chen Ziwu was puzzled. He didn't think he had even made a move yet, so how had this man already fallen?

Before Chen Ziwu could think any further, Jimo charged at him again, and the two were soon locked in a struggle.

The scene descended into chaos. Rather than a match, it was more accurately described as a brawl. They rolled around on the stage, and it was impossible to tell who had the advantage.

To the onlookers, the two were fighting wildly onstage, trading blows with no clear winner. But only Chen Ziwu knew how many times Jimo had hit him, while every move he made had missed.

Jimo was like a ghost. Chen Ziwu couldn't hit him at all. It was as though Jimo had seen through his moves in advance and quietly neutralized them.

The host blew his whistle until it was practically smoking, but no one paid him any attention. Neither fighter would stop, and the host didn't dare go up and intervene.

Clang!

At last, the outcome was decided.

Jimo was shoved to the ground by Chen Ziwu and lay motionless.

The host fell silent, and the onlookers held their breath as they watched the two.

Chen Ziwu could still move. He was the first to struggle to his feet, clutching his arm, and head toward the flag. But after only a couple of steps, he suddenly pitched forward and crashed to the ground.

The turn of events stirred the special-class students into action. Ignoring the looks from those around them, they called out to the man onstage.

"Jimo, wake up!"

"Jimo! Jimo!"

The blue team anxiously tried to wake Jimo, unaware that, where no one could see, Jimo lay on the ground and slowly curled his lips into a smile.

He had avenged Jiang Wangshu for that kick.

After the beating Chen Ziwu had taken from him, if he didn't spend a few days in the hospital, Jimo would take his surname.

He Zhenglin hadn't expected the frail-looking Jimo to be able to push Chen Ziwu this far.

"What's going on tonight? Another draw," he said regretfully. "Those two are probably both badly hurt."

Ke Yueyi frowned.

The crowd waited a long time, but the two onstage still showed no response. The voices gradually quieted, and the host checked the time and began counting down.

"Three."

"Two."

Jimo opened his eyes in a daze, and the host swallowed the word "one."

Only then did everyone notice that, by sheer coincidence, the flag was right beside Jimo's hand. All he had to do was move it a little to touch the flag.

Then, clutching his stomach, he slowly pulled himself up from the ground. It took him several tries to stand, and once he finally managed it, he slowly put one foot in front of the other and planted the flag in the blue team's area.

The whole process looked extremely difficult, fully showing how hard it was for Jimo and how indomitable he was.

After he planted it, the host still hadn't recovered his senses, so Jimo had no choice but to remind him. "Is that enough?"

Only then did the host come to his senses and announce the blue team's victory.

The special-class students immediately burst into cheers.

Wang Yue and Li Shuangjian hurried onto the stage to help him, both giving Jimo extremely complicated looks.

They had already been prepared to admit defeat.

"Let's get you down to rest first."

Jimo stood still. "Wait a moment."

Someone from the student council had also come up and was about to carry Chen Ziwu down on his back when Jimo stopped him. Hearing this, he looked over.

Unhappy about losing the match, he spoke impatiently. "What else do you want?"

"Transfer or cash?"

If they didn't pay now, it would be hard to get the money later.

The student council members' faces darkened. Only then did they remember the wager. With everyone watching, they couldn't very well go back on it, so one of them took out his phone and transferred the money to Jimo's account.

Jimo's eyes curved into a smile. Facing the unconscious Chen Ziwu, he moved his lips. "I look forward to working with you."

He couldn't match him in strength right now, but technique and speed were also crucial to winning.