I Will Strike the Joyous Union Demon Den as a Customer!

Lin Li lost.

The Body Tempering Eight Section Exercise really couldn't beat the White Tiger Automatic Rifle.

After all, beyond seven steps, the gun was faster; within seven steps, it was accurate, fast, and didn't even need a scope.

Like a general returning victorious from battle, Bai Bufan turned and strutted toward the restroom with his head high, chest out, and hips swaying like a proud peacock.

Lin Li laughed and moved too. Against an idiot like this, one Thousand-Year Kill would set him straight.

"Lin Li, your mom—"

Lin Li ignored him. Having just exercised, he felt that his body now needed to release some heat.

So he got up and headed to the restroom as well.

"For the math homework this weekend, just finish the exercises corresponding to these two sections. Class dismissed. Be careful on your way home," Xue Jian said. Today was Friday, and the final class was his math lesson. When the bell rang, he didn't drag the class out. After a brief reminder, he left with the insulated thermos that every middle-aged man seemed to own.

For some reason, even when Xue Jian drank plain water, he still used the thermos lid to skim away imaginary tea leaves.

"Awesome!"

Everyone immediately stood up, packed their things, and prepared to leave the classroom.

"Lin Li, wanna game tonight?" Bai Bufan sprang up as if he had come back to life. He did not bring anything besides his backpack and was ready to leave.

—At boarding schools, weekends were usually not a full two days. They ran from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon, with Evening Self-Study resuming as usual on Sunday night. So as long as there was not too much homework, everyone generally left it until then.

"Playing with you guys shortens my lifespan. I probably won't be gaming this weekend." Lin Li waved him off.

The main reason was that he had to go slay demons, but gaming with them really was torture.

Early game, bold declarations. Midgame, incoherent rambling. Late game, silent treatment. Crooked mouth, lit cigarette—teammates' parents were in danger. Blame tossed around, piano music played—this match was seriously damn annoying. When they were winning, they chatted about daily life; when they were losing, they talked about each other's parents. They only occasionally lost—frequently occasionally...

That was the current state of gaming together.

"So many people beg me to play with them, and I never agree. Yet you don't appreciate it."

"Such as?" Lin Li asked with a smile.

"Oh, my grandma is giving birth to my dad. I need to go see whether it's a boy or a girl. Bye." The moment he heard the question, Bai Bufan fled.

Lin Li smiled, then checked the system. The progress bar for the Serious Study task was nearly three-quarters full. He could only finish it next Monday.

He casually packed his things. If he did not need to bring the photocopy of the Body Tempering Eight Section Exercise home, Lin Li normally would not even carry a backpack when going home for the weekend.

He was bringing it because the photocopy was already covered in his annotations and notes.

All written in sweat.

To complete the task, he had to listen carefully in class. These were the results of fighting for every second during breaks, lunch recess, English class, and other unimportant times.

Although his lack of knowledge, combined with the inconvenience of using his phone at school to search for reference material, meant he still had not fully translated everything, Lin Li found that translating and comprehending it himself made the contents especially memorable. Sometimes, when he guessed the meaning correctly, he even felt a sudden flash of enlightenment.

It was like smoothly solving the last major math problem and feeling satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, that was only if the answer looked like an answer.

If the answer was some absurdly complicated fraction, with three or four Square Roots on both the numerator and denominator, plus addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, then it was not satisfying. It meant he was screwed.

As the manual said, this was a martial art focused on strengthening the body through exercise, divided into eight sections. Of the first two sections he had roughly translated so far, the second seemed to require spiritual energy to nourish the body, while the first did not require any at all.

Once he confirmed the uncertain parts of the translation after getting home, he could begin practicing that section tomorrow morning.

This morning's excessive training was already showing its effects. Lin Li's limbs felt weak and sore.

It was just the right time to visit the Wellness Club for some wellness treatment.

Mom had already said she would not be coming home this weekend, so Lin Li ate dinner outside first, then went home to change.

—Going to a chicken farm in a high school School Uniform would be a little disrespectful, wouldn't it? It would practically be announcing that he was underage.

He combed his hair into an adult style and put on a street thug outfit. When he met the chickens later, he would definitely look better than imagined~~ As he sang, watched a few more anti-prostitution videos, and learned about the practices and rules of places like that, Lin Li headed for the battlefield with the resolve to potentially die of embarrassment.

Eight in the evening.

It was the weekend, and the business seemed noticeably better. When Lin Li entered, there was even a line at the front desk.

"Hello, have you already bought a package on the platform? If so, just scan the code," the receptionist asked. It was soon Lin Li's turn. After glancing at him, she lowered her head and continued typing on the computer.

"Not yet." Lin Li remained perfectly calm. "None of the packages listed there satisfy me. A local friend recommended this place to me. He said your establishment has packages more appealing than the ones listed online, so I'd like to see what they are."

The receptionist glanced at Lin Li again, then called someone over the intercom. Before long, a woman who looked to be in her late twenties approached. "Come with me, little brother."

Skipping right past the Second Floor, Lin Li followed her to the third floor. The lighting here was still bright, without the purple mood lights Lin Li had imagined, but most of the rooms were tightly shut.

It looked like they really were busy today. Business was good.

She led him into a room in the corner whose door was still open. The layout inside was nothing special: two ordinary massage chairs and a large projector.

The massage chairs were the kind that could be raised and flattened, barely usable as beds.

The woman closed the door, handed him a tablet, and asked, "What service would the customer like? Here are the available services and prices."

Lin Li did not even take the tablet. He knew perfectly well that what he wanted had to be hidden and could not possibly appear on it, so he asked directly, "My friend definitely did not recommend these. Is there anything else?"

"Sorry, little brother, we only offer these services."

"My friend didn't explain in detail, but we both know what this is about. Let's not beat around the bush. If these are the only services, I'm leaving." Lin Li deliberately showed a little impatience.

Friends who often got wellness treatments knew that many places like this offered suggestive services for extended sessions. But judging by the system task's description, this place was far beyond merely suggestive.

Hearing that, the woman finally seemed to be certain. She smiled and put away the tablet before introducing them.

"Sorry, little brother. This is a necessary procedure. Neither of us wants this sort of thing to be discovered, right? Our establishment also has four hidden packages: 399, 699, 1299, and 3699. Which would you like?"

There it was. Finally! "What does each one include?" Lin Li quietly loosened his grip on the phone he had kept recording since entering, allowing it to pick up sound more clearly.

"The 399 package includes hand and mouth service on top of a one-hour massage..."

"And the 699..."

Lin Li's horizons had been broadened.

The adult world really was full of bizarre tricks.

Also, even though there were plenty of novel methods, 3699? Was it gold-plated or something?

Although Lin Li had never eaten pork, he had watched plenty of pigs run over the past few days.

Hadn't he heard that high-quality escorts only charged around that much?

This was Xi Ling Town. Most people worked themselves to the bone for half a month and still did not earn that much—before tax.

3699 for one night. Wouldn't that be over a hundred thousand a month? Over a million a year?

All he had to do was live a miserable life like this for a while, and he would never have to suffer again! As Lin Li calculated the numbers, a longing to join the chicken farm as a duck arose in his heart.

If some beautiful, rich, 175-centimeter-tall, loyal, devoted, 36D woman wanted to keep him, Lin Li would be willing even if it meant driving luxury cars and living in villas.

Once he mastered the Body Tempering Eight Section Exercise, his basic qualifications should rank near the top among ducks...

Damn! I'm a cultivator—my mind almost got led astray!

Chapter 11 actually got flagged by the automated review once. I seriously couldn't hold it together.