I Can Understand You, Damn It

His roommate had actually won.

One-star review.

Chen Shu picked at his ear, ignoring the deafening cheers around him. He watched people rush to the edge of the circular ring, pull cash from their pockets, and toss it into the black area representing Jiang Lai. Some even shouted for Jiang Lai to heal up properly, spend the money on food and clothes, and fight fewer matches.

What a peculiar sight.

Most people who came to watch fights did not care how badly you were hurt. Some got more excited the worse your injuries were.

They would rather you fought more matches, too.

And caring whether you had enough to eat and wear? How surreal.

They really were mother-hen fans.

But looking at all the money scattered across the ring, Chen Shu grew puzzled. He said to Meng Chunqiu beside him, "Brother Meng, between his appearance fees and his share of the audience's tips, Brother Jiang must make a fair bit each match, right? Why is he so frugal?"

"Maybe Brother Jiang is working hard to save money. The farther a Martial Artist advances, the more expensive it gets. Perhaps Brother Jiang also wants to buy a place in the Jade Capital. Hard to say."

"Maybe."

The Referee and host announced Jiang Lai's victory.

Staff escorted both fighters away. The ring had a professional medical team, which had already begun treating their injuries.

Someone stepped into the ring to clear away the money and blood.

Meng Chunqiu leaned toward Chen Shu again. "Brother Chen, shall we keep watching, or go backstage to find Brother Jiang?"

"Let's watch a little longer."

The long-legged girls were about to dance, and Chen Shu did not want to miss it.

Meng Chunqiu had no interest in them. He thought most of the girls were not