Long Summer Sports School

After eating and drinking their fill, Chen Yu paid the bill and headed back to the dorm, satisfied and ready to think about how to promote it.

But the moment he stepped out of Little Kitchen, someone grabbed his clothes and yanked him back hard.

Turning around, he saw Liu Qing, the class monitor, standing behind him. Dark currents swirled in her eyes, and he had no idea what she was thinking.

Seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, moist lips, hesitant expression, and restless gaze, Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

She wasn't about to give him money, was she?!

I have so much money I can't spend it all. Don't ruin me!

After hesitating for a while, Liu Qing said quietly, "Chen Yu, wait a moment."

"Class Monitor, just say what you need. If you want to borrow money, ask away. If you want to give me money, that's another matter."

"...I always thought there was something wrong with you, but I didn't expect it to be this serious. You're such a handsome guy, so why did you have to grow a mouth?"

"Hehe, I'm not that great."

Liu Qing let out a long sigh, dragged Chen Yu into a roadside stall, and said, "You got yourself into trouble today."

"Who, the principal? I don't care."

"Although I don't know how you two got into a conflict, and although the principal is ugly as a pig, covered in grease, loves speaking in official jargon, and is narrow-minded and stingy, he's still the principal. If you want to get into a better university, you still need to maintain a good relationship with him. By the way, what did he ask you to do?"

"He wanted my Spiritual Root. Probably to curry favor with some big shot."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?! We shouldn't have let him walk out of Little Kitchen alive! No, I'm finding someone tonight to kill that bastard."

"Class Monitor, think this through!"

"You called me Class Monitor, so I have to take responsibility for your safety. Today he dared to ask for your Spiritual Root. Tomorrow, who knows what else he'll dare ask for. Scum like that needs to be killed early. We can't let him stay and pollute Sports High School."

"Class Monitor, calm down! Think about your sixty Morality points. You can lose points anywhere but there!"

"You're still alive and kicking with twenty points, so what's wrong with my sixty?! Don't worry. Even if I risk losing ten points, I'm still going to kill him!"

After finally calming the class monitor down, Chen Yu felt exhausted in both body and mind.

The principal was practically born with a saintly physique for making people hate him. A few casual words were enough to make people seethe with rage. He was far better at it than Chen Yu.

If Chen Yu had that kind of talent, why would he need to do all this?

Unlike scores in other subjects, Moral Score was accumulated over time.

Doing good deeds could raise one's Morality, donating money could raise it too, and the virtue accumulated by one's ancestors could even bless later generations and increase their descendants' Moral Score.

Naturally, doing bad things deducted Morality. Many universities examined their students' Moral Scores, and anyone who failed to meet the standard was not allowed in.

As the saying went, gods watched from three feet above one's head. Tianyuan City also had the Day Patrol God and Night Patrol God, and high school students were among their special targets of attention.

Their every action was observed and recorded, then converted into Moral Score and filed into the registry.

Fortunately, ordinary people could not access Moral Scores, so there was no need to worry about privacy.

The calmed-down class monitor panted, her chest rising and falling like a hamster's. It was clear that her anger had yet to fade.

Kicking aside a pebble by the road, she said viciously, "No, the fire in my chest still hasn't gone out. I'm going back right now to beat up the villains in Body Cultivator!"

"More like get beaten up."

"Shut up! Anyway, Chen Yu, remember this. I'm the class monitor. If anything happens, tell me. I'll stand up for you!"

Watching the class monitor leave, Chen Yu could not help sighing over how adorable Body Cultivators really were.

They could stand up for him, help him gain Negative Emotions, and even help him spend money. It was simply perfect.

Friends like you, I'm definitely keeping!

The following days were seven miserable days for the students of Tianyuan Third High School.

Senior Year 2, Class 6's PE classes had been changed into Dream Entry classes. Teacher Zhao, looking vicious and imposing, sat above the podium and forced every student to enter their dreams and play Body Cultivator.

And as time passed, Teacher Zhao's demands became increasingly brutal.

On the first day, they had to skillfully complete evaluations on twenty knowledge points. On the second day, they had to defeat the senior brother during the beginner tutorial.

On the third day, they had to clear a boss. On the fourth, clear the game. On the fifth, they had to start locking their health bars. On the sixth, they had to increase the minor enemies' attack aggression by half, then reach the boss without taking any damage.

With the demands escalating layer by layer, the students of Senior Year 2, Class 6 groaned even in their dreams. PE class had become a massive torture chamber, leaving Chen Yu delighted every single day.

Classes 1 through 5 of Senior Year 2 had initially been watching the spectacle, but when Teacher Zhao entered their classrooms with his phone, they could no longer laugh.

Groans began spreading throughout Senior Year 2. They became like walking corpses, wanting to cry whenever they heard "Master" and wanting to run whenever they saw a passerby.

Some students even developed PTSD. Whenever they saw a window, they instinctively wanted to jump out and escape this terrifying place.

The first-years began celebrating that they did not have to learn this, while the third-years celebrated that they had already learned it. Now, they could only pray that Teacher Zhao would torture the second-years a little more. After all, if he was torturing them, he could not torture us.

Amid the endless groans, only Chen Yu seemed to be bathing in heavenly music. Watching the Negative Emotions in his account soar every day, he unknowingly crossed the forty-thousand mark.

"Forty thousand... I really am cut out to be a Demonic Cultivator. Before was definitely just an accident."

Positive Emotion had accumulated to thirty thousand, but the gap of twenty thousand would not be easy to make up. This time, he would definitely obtain fifty thousand Negative Mana, pollute the thirty thousand Positive Mana along with it, and then consume it all.

By then, he would have eight hundred thousand yuan. He could consider buying a house outright in Tianyuan City.

Just as he stared at the drifting clouds outside the window and imagined the future, he saw something pierce through the Firmament and rapidly fly toward them.

A moment later, a violent crash rang out. A massive crater was blasted into the field before a Flying Shuttle High School-shaped transportation artifact slammed down onto the grounds. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Then the shuttle hatch opened, and several burly men squeezed out before standing at the hatch.

They had fireworks and banners ready. When the last handsome young man stepped out, they set off the fireworks together and forcefully unfurled the banners:

[Changxia Sports]

[Number One Among United Schools]

The unfurled banners looked rather impressive, but after watching for a while, Chen Yu asked Ma Daqiang, who was being tortured half to death beside him, "Isn't there something wrong with their banners? Number one in what?"

"No idea. Come help me look at this. Why can't I ever kill Senior Sister? Should I use love to reform her?"

"Don't make it harder for yourself... Where did everyone go?"

In the blink of an eye, everyone on the field had vanished. Only the empty Flying Shuttle remained on the field, smoking faintly.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, the principal looked at the handsome young man before him and said respectfully, "Mr. Xu, you're here."