Tuoba Ye saw a strange fat man suddenly appear beside him, and a look of delight immediately appeared on his face. This stuff was driving him insane. He had been cleaning for most of the day and had only finished a third of it. By the time he finished everything, it would be dark!
"Me?"
Zhu Fugui froze, looked around, then pointed at himself uncertainly.
"Yeah. Who else is here besides you? Say, Fatty, with a build like yours... tsk, tsk..."
Tuoba Ye rolled his eyes helplessly, then sized up Zhu Fugui's physique and let out a sigh.
"Why should I help you?"
Zhu Fugui rolled his eyes and stared speechlessly at the burly man before him. Is something wrong with this guy's head?
"Hehe... Fatty, help your bro out. If anything comes up at school later, just drop my name. It'll definitely work!"
Tuoba Ye tossed aside what he was holding and flashed to Zhu Fugui's side, then threw an arm around his shoulders. He had finally caught someone. If he wanted to get out of this sooner, how could he let Zhu Fugui leave so easily?
"So fast!"
Zhu Fugui's expression changed. He had not even sensed how this man had appeared beside him. This guy was definitely far stronger than him. But Zhu Fugui was not afraid. Pavilion No. 1 was nearby; if he could not beat him, he could just shout for help. What was there to fear?
"Who are you? Is your name really that useful?"
"Of course. My name's Tuoba Ye. At First Martial University, no one dares refuse to give me face!"
Tuoba Ye patted his solid chest and spoke with a confident expression.
"Then why are you here cleaning all this up by yourself?"
Tuoba Ye's face instantly stiffened. His eyes discreetly