Money Isn't So Easy to Take

Having figured this out, Mo Qiong was at a loss for words.

Part of the human body's hormones were specifically meant to transmit biological information related to sex and attract the opposite sex. This part was called pheromones.

These pheromones were originally released naturally, but because of his ability, they would now all be concentrated and sent to one person...

Clearly, because of his close-range hit, Yang Zhi had received that concentrated charm.

Physiology affected emotions, making her feel an impulse toward Mo Qiong and become far more enthusiastic than before.

And that was with her boyfriend right beside her. If the two of them had been alone, with her "soaked" only in his pheromones, Yang Zhi would probably have been even bolder and more proactive.

"Let's test it?"

At that moment, everyone was watching the performances. Onstage were the girls from the Dance Club.

He casually picked one girl and began staring at her.

At first, nothing happened, but after a while, the girl spinning around onstage suddenly fixed her gaze on him.

Among the many audience members below, Mo Qiong was clearly neither outstanding nor conspicuous.

Yet she simply couldn't help looking at him again in the crowd.

One glance, then another, then another. She seemed to be sinking into some kind of feeling.

Throughout the entire dance, whenever she had a chance to look down at the audience, she would sneak a look at Mo Qiong. No matter how she spun, when she turned back around, her gaze still landed on him.

Seeing this, Mo Qiong simply stared straight into the girl's eyes.

Beneath her graceful dance movements, she held Mo Qiong's gaze.

One was onstage, the other below, their eyes meeting.

After staring for so long, the girl suddenly blushed, though who knew what she was thinking.

When the dance ended, she lowered her flushed little face and retreated backstage.

"So it really is like that..."

Mo Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. From the girl's reaction, he could tell that he truly could release his hormones in a concentrated burst toward one person...

He didn't believe he was that charming. Though he was tall, his looks were ordinary.

Clearly, with the assistance of hormones, beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Even an ordinary face could become especially pleasing to look at.

In her eyes, only Mo Qiong below the stage was especially attractive, with all that charm concentrated on him. Compared to him, everyone else was like background air, something she simply... didn't take to heart...

The performances came one after another, ending at eight o'clock.

The rest of the time was for eating, drinking, and playing games.

Familiar clubs would gather together to play games, helping the younger students quickly blend into the club atmosphere.

The rules were sometimes simple, but when more than a hundred people interacted, the atmosphere became lively. The more people there were, the more fun it was.

Some old hands who didn't feel like playing just drank and chatted off to the side.

Of course, there were also old hands who had long grown tired of the games, but would still join in if they had their eye on some junior girl.

Normally, Mo Qiong would just find a place to curl up, kill some time, and leave.

But today, Wang Xiong led everyone straight over to surround Luo Qing.

Luo Qing had just arrived and was still wearing his jersey. When he saw Wang Xiong swagger over and sit down beside him, his face darkened.

He had already heard that afternoon's school team had beaten the sports academy team, and by 4–0 at that.

Wasn't that ridiculous? Everyone knew how strong the school team was. They could compile all their jokes mocking the school team into a whole collection.

That was why he had confidently made a bet with Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong was a little straightforward; once his temper flared, he wouldn't back down even if he knew he was bound to lose.

It had clearly been a sure win for him. Who could have expected the school team to win?

If they had only won by one goal, it would have been fine. He could have casually paid out fifty thousand yuan and claimed they had gotten lucky.

But they had won by a huge margin, crushing their opponents.

He had always looked down on the school team before, yet now he had to pay out two hundred thousand yuan. It was extremely stifling.

Should he honestly pay up and admit he had misjudged them? He would lose both face and dignity. That was not something Luo Qing's temperament could accept.

"I'll transfer the money tonight..." Luo Qing said.

Hearing that, Wang Xiong gave a smug smile. Mo Qiong, mixed in at the back of the crowd, let out a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely poor. He had many ideas for making money, but he only had a little over a hundred yuan on hand. If he could get twenty thousand yuan now, it would save him a great deal of time.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qing changed the subject. "When the time comes, submit a report and ask the director for it. The reason can be that you scored four goals, fifty thousand per goal."

"What? You're not giving it to me directly?" Wang Xiong snapped.

If the money went to the school, what would they get? It would become club funding, and even after graduation, who knew whether they could spend all two hundred thousand yuan.

He had already told everyone that this money would be split among Mo Qiong and the other ten people. If he talked big but failed to get the money in the end, Wang Xiong would never be able to act like the boss in front of everyone again.

What the hell kind of justification was fifty thousand yuan per goal? If he dared write that, his time as captain of the school team would be over.

Han Dang and the others immediately glared at Luo Qing. This was too shameless. They were all classmates. Since they had made a private bet, he should have some credibility. He would rather donate the money to the club than give it to Wang Xiong? Did he have no shame?

Mo Qiong frowned amid the crowd. Seeing how composed Luo Qing looked, he felt that, given Luo Qing's pride, he would not stoop to something so shameless.

Although it followed the rules, it would be despised among students.

Sure enough, Luo Qing immediately continued, "I can't help it. I wanted to give it to you directly too, but on my way here, I already heard countless people talking about this. You spread it everywhere, so what can I do?"

"If we made a private bet, then once I lost, I could just give you the money directly. But you insisted on making it known to everyone. How could I still dare give you the money?"

"This is gambling. We're both student officers, and we gambled this much. If someone gets jealous and reports it to the director, you may not be afraid of disciplinary action, but I am."

After hearing all that, Wang Xiong was dumbfounded.

Indeed, before he won, he had not told anyone about it, not even Mo Qiong and the other players. After all, he had thought they were sure to lose and had secretly regretted accepting the bet.

But they had suddenly won, and won big. He had become too smug, feeling as though he had finally held his head high, so he told everyone about it.

Over a dozen clubs now knew that Luo Qing had mocked the school team and ended up losing two hundred thousand yuan.

He had thought this would make Luo Qing miserable. Who could have known that Luo Qing would use it to turn the tables on him, leaving Wang Xiong in an awkward position? It wasn't that he refused to give the money. If Wang Xiong had kept quiet and gotten rich, that would have been fine. But since he had publicized it everywhere, the money could only be donated to the school. In any case, it would ultimately be used by their club.

Wang Xiong's momentum weakened, and he hurriedly said, "Just give the money directly to me. I'll tell everyone you never gave it, and that the bet was only a joke. Let's not let outsiders know about the actual transfer."

As soon as he said that, Luo Qing's expression changed. Solemnly, he said, "What kind of joke is that? A bet is a bet, and I must pay up. The two hundred thousand yuan is already prepared!"

"If I pay the money but nobody knows, outsiders will think I, Luo Qing, welched on the debt. Don't I care about my reputation? You made this known to everyone, and after getting the money, you still want to ruin my credibility?"

Luo Qing's words were aggressive. For a moment, even the people from the Basketball Club glared angrily at Wang Xiong.

What Wang Xiong said was indeed unfair. He would get both the money and the reputation, while Luo Qing would pay the money and lose his credibility? How could that make sense?

"Then..." Wang Xiong anxiously asked, "What do you want to do?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the initiative changed hands.

It's over. Mo Qiong held his forehead amid the crowd and shook his head helplessly. Wang Xiong, Wang Xiong, you're being led around by the nose.

Sure enough, Luo Qing said, "How about this? The two hundred thousand yuan I'm sponsoring the club with won't change, and I'll personally give you another two hundred thousand yuan. This extra two hundred thousand is mutual help between classmates, a private matter between us. The school can't interfere."

Wang Xiong froze. Everyone was thinking the same thing: Luo Qing really was rich. There truly was no problem money could not solve.

"Fine!" Wang Xiong said, agreeing rather readily.

Mo Qiong gave a bitter smile in the crowd. Come on, Wang Xiong. Do you really think there's such a good deal? Would he give an extra two hundred thousand for nothing?

"My two hundred thousand can't be given for nothing, can it?" Luo Qing said, as expected.

"Uh..." Wang Xiong and the players all looked at Luo Qing, waiting to hear him out.

Luo Qing said, "I'm giving the club two hundred thousand and giving you another two hundred thousand. That's four hundred thousand in total. Why should I pay four hundred thousand? Did you score eight goals?"

"No..." Wang Xiong said.

"Exactly," Luo Qing said. "You scored four goals, so why should I pay for eight? The only reason I'm paying extra is because you ran your big mouth everywhere and messed things up. But why should I clean up your mess? Who knows if you deliberately spread it around just to squeeze another two hundred thousand out of me?"

"If you managed to squeeze two hundred thousand out of me like that, people would think I was a fool with too much money."

Wang Xiong said resentfully, "What exactly do you want?"

Luo Qing smiled. "We agreed on fifty thousand per goal. I'll transfer the original two hundred thousand to the school, which covers the four goals. If you want me to pay for eight goals, then you have to make up the other four goals you're short."

"But the next match is still far away, and..." Wang Xiong was speechless. Who knew how long it would take to score another four goals? Mo Qiong might not remain in such incredible form forever. Based on their team's past results, it would probably be next year by the time they had accumulated four goals.

"Don't worry, I don't want to drag this out either," Luo Qing said. "Football is too troublesome. Just pick five people and play a basketball game against us. As long as you score more than four points, I'll give you the two hundred thousand. This isn't gambling, though. It's just a friendly match between classmates to strengthen our friendship. Uh, don't tell me you can't even score four points?"

The way he put it made it sound like he was deliberately giving them a chance.

After all, scoring four points in basketball was far too easy. Scoring twenty or thirty points in a single game was no big deal, and forty or fifty was not uncommon either.

The Football Club only needed four points to get two hundred thousand yuan. It was practically giving them money.

But was it really that simple? Mo Qiong knew that Luo Qing had taken control of the entire situation. He had successfully turned a matter of paying up after losing a bet into giving Wang Xiong a chance to salvage the bet he had ruined.

By sponsoring the club with two hundred thousand yuan, he resolved the risk of student officers gambling. By offering another two hundred thousand, he proved that it was not that he did not want to give Wang Xiong money. He was practically handing it to him.

He had successfully restored his own reputation and might even profit from it.

Giving another two hundred thousand was nothing to him. On the basketball court, with Wang Xiong and the others' skill, it would not be a problem for Luo Qing's side to score over a hundred points.

By then, Wang Xiong and the others might fight desperately just to score a few points and get the two hundred thousand. But who knew how many points Luo Qing's side would rack up? The result would surely be humiliating.

Ten-odd points on this side and over a hundred on the other. Once they got the two hundred thousand, could they still act smug?

Luo Qing was deliberately half-giving away two hundred thousand yuan, restoring the entire situation while suppressing Wang Xiong's earlier arrogance. Afterwards, outsiders would even think Luo Qing had handled the matter with integrity.

"Only four points? Do you really think our Football Club can't even make four baskets?" Wang Xiong said.

Brother, that's not the point at all, Mo Qiong thought helplessly.

In the end, Wang Xiong still agreed. From the beginning of their conversation, he had been led around by Luo Qing's words and had surrendered the initiative.

Wang Xiong's so-called big mouth, spreading the news of the bet everywhere, really had been excessively smug. If the director learned of it, he would definitely be punished.

But it was not beyond saving. If Wang Xiong had been more forceful, he could have simply said: Forget it, why all the nonsense? This is between us, yet you're dragging the teachers into it. If you don't want to pay, then just say so. Why make up so many excuses? I'll pay the money myself, and we'll treat that bet as a joke.

Then Luo Qing would have had no way to respond.

The initiative would have been in Wang Xiong's hands. If he paid the two hundred thousand himself and distributed it to everyone, he would have fulfilled his promise. The bet could be called a joke, and the school would not actually punish them.

On the other hand, no matter how proper Luo Qing's reasons sounded, handing the money to the school in a matter between students would still become an excuse.

Because among their classmates, nobody would treat this as a joke. Not paying was simply not paying. Wasn't it disgusting to deliberately give the money to the school? In the end, Wang Xiong would be the one who handled things properly by making up the money himself. No wonder he was the captain.

Moreover, Luo Qing was also someone who cared about appearances. If Wang Xiong had embarrassed him like that, he would definitely have restored his credibility by paying another two hundred thousand afterward.

In the end, Luo Qing would still have paid four hundred thousand yuan, but the beneficiaries would have been completely different, and so would the direction of public opinion.

It could only be said that Wang Xiong simply could not think that far ahead. He was far inferior to Luo Qing.

Mo Qiong stood in the crowd. Though he had thought of all this, he could not step forward and say it.

Because the two hundred thousand was not his to pay, and he could not afford it either. He could hardly step out and say: Luo Qing, if you won't pay, then don't. Let's treat the bet as a joke. Wang Xiong, you pay the two hundred thousand and split it among us.

What kind of thing would that be to say?

Although Wang Xiong was not as rich as Luo Qing, he could still afford two hundred thousand. Otherwise, he would not have accepted that seemingly unwinnable bet in the first place.

But having money was one thing. When it came to paying it out, Wang Xiong had to think of it himself. Mo Qiong could not say it for him.

Money isn't so easy to take.

P.S.: I stayed up all night and still haven't slept. I feel bad for a certain bald guy. As his fellow lewd friend of three years, I'm depressed. I wonder if depression can insult depression?