Because He Was Good

After Xu Yi's retreating figure completely disappeared down the corridor.

Yu Xue mysteriously approached the Teacher.

"Teacher, I recorded the song Xu Yi just played. But there are some parts I don't understand. Can you play it?"

The Teacher chuckled bitterly, "I can't play it either."

"What! Even you, Teacher..."

"I'm old and have osteoporosis."

"..."

Should I just leave then?

What do I do? I really want to learn that song.

I really want to pry open that guy Xu Yi's head and see what it's made of.

After hesitating for a long time, Yu Xue, her face still flushed, opened the chat window with Xu Yi.

She typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.

Beside her, the Teacher wore a knowing smile from someone who had been there before.

"Some regrets are caused by a lack of courage. For example... missing the right person, the right thing."

[Ah! It's over, it's over. Why didn't you call me for today's midterm exam?]

Xu Yi rolled his eyes and continued typing.

[Big sis, don't you see how many messages I sent you? Who's fault is it if you slept through them.]

[It's hopeless, hopeless. Knowing Yu Bingshan's personality, I'll definitely have to delay my graduation.]

[Boss, you can trust me to handle this. I'll pass the exam with a perfect score.]

[???]

Chen Xiaoxing sent three question marks and then didn't reply again.

Xu Yi couldn't be bothered to explain further, confident that it wouldn't be long before Cockroach Sister would be thanking him.

Bingbing: "Xu Yi, are you going to your own class next?"

"No, I'm going to keep taking jobs to make money."

"But classmate Xu, making money is important, but academics are more important."

"I've already fulfilled all my credits in advance, what else do I need to attend?"

Bingbing fell silent, but she couldn't say anything else.

However, she was live-streaming.

What was supposed to be a positive program had turned into a live broadcast of a university student doing substitute work everywhere.

Wasn't this setting a bad example for the younger students?

Just then, Xu Yi received a notification to add a friend.

[Bro, I'm not kidding, can you take on a carry job? You set the price. I'm about to die... Help me!]

Bingbing's eyelids twitched, and she hinted subtly, "Fighting doesn't seem like a good idea."

"What fighting? How can we call what scholars do fighting? This is called settling the score, both in life and death. Feng Yuxiu..."

[Negative Emotion Points +50]

Xu Yi decisively accepted the friend request.

Then he sent them a price list for carry jobs.

[Kindergarten: Fifty.

Elementary School: One hundred.

Middle School: Two hundred.

High School: Skipped.

University: Skipped.

Old Man over seventy: Three hundred.]

[The other party is typing.]

[The other party is typing.]

"Why is this person typing so slowly?" Xu Yi complained with dissatisfaction.

"Is it possible they're speechless?" Bingbing interjected.

As expected, the other party sent a string of ellipses in the next second.

After a few minutes, the other party sent, "Come find me."

Xu Yi immediately became displeased. You're asking me to do you a favor, and you don't even use a polite address. And you want me to come to you?

"You're thinking with your ass."

[Transfer of 50 yuan (Note: Errand Fee)]

"Master Beile, greetings."

The two sides quickly met.

The other party was a little fatty, looking quite comical.

"Bro, just call me Little Fatty."

"Alright, tell me, who do I need to beat up? Let's set some ground rules first. I don't fight anyone over 15, because they're too strong. I also don't fight anyone under 70, because they're too weak."

"..."

Pfft

Bingbing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The viewers in the stream also burst into laughter.

[My grandpa said this Xu Yi is quite something.]

[Xu Yi is stronger than me, I won't fight anyone over ten years old.]

[Honestly, you can't touch anyone over sixty, the current meta T0 isn't a joke.]

[No kidding. I helped an old man up before. But after he looked at me, he asked me to lie down with him.]

"What's the situation? Explain the whole story clearly, and then I'll consider taking the job." Xu Yi finally regained his serious expression.

Little Fatty put on a pained look. "My girlfriend and I are in the Traditional Martial Arts Club. Then those beasts came to our place and provoked us, mocking our traditional martial arts as just for show. All style, no substance.

My girlfriend got angry and went to argue with them, and then..."

"And then they injured your girlfriend?" Xu Yi asked.

What a cliché plot.

"No... my girlfriend ran off with them. Now she's hooked up with their Taekwondo Club president."

Xu Yi: "..."

Nothing to say, this plot is too novel.

"A man's gotta get revenge for his woman!"

"So you went to get revenge?"

"No. I can't beat them... so I paid someone to do it for me."

"Impressive."

Xu Yi asked again, "You trust me that much? What if I can't beat them?"

"Then I'll just say I don't know you."

"..."

Xu Yi had to look at Little Fatty with new eyes. All that fat wasn't just for show, it was packed with cunning.

"So, are you taking the job or not? Whether I win or lose, I'll give you a thousand yuan deposit first."

Xu Yi's eyebrows twitched, tempted.

That thousand yuan was a considerable sum to him.

"Okay, I accept!"

It's just a Taekwondo Club in a university, my mastery of mixed martial arts should be enough... right?

If all else fails, I can just ask the system for help.

But to be safe, Xu Yi decided to go with Little Fatty to the Taekwondo Club first to scout the situation.