7: Chapter 2 School_3 7: Chapter 2 School_3 However, in today’s world where Immortal Techniques are becoming increasingly advanced, even ordinary people like Zhang Yu, who have no Spirit Root, can spend money to rent a Spirit Root to improve their cultivation efficiency.
As she continued flipping through, aside from Zhang Yu’s brief explanation at the beginning, nearly all of the expenses listed afterward were similar in content, almost entirely related to Immortal Path cultivation.
After quickly going through Zhang Yu’s expenses from the past few months, Bai Zhenzhen looked at Zhang Yu with eyes full of pity: “Did you really spend this much on your Immortal Path cultivation?”
“And ended up owing over seven hundred thousand just to reach the tenth place?”
“It’s only been a bit over three months since school started, right?
What are you going to do next?”
As soone who just crossed over into another world on his first day, Zhang Yu naturally also felt lost about the future.
He shrugged and said, “I’ll just muddle through and slowly figure sothing out.”
Noticing the ti and that class was about to start, the two walked toward the school building while chatting.
“How co you owe over seven hundred thousand and still look more relaxed than I do, owing over two hundred thousand?”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s calm deanor, Bai Zhenzhen reminded him: “You won’t have money to keep spending on your studies anymore!”
“Do you know the consequences of not having money to study?
Do you know how dangerous our current situation is?”
Zhang Yu: “What consequences?”
Bai Zhenzhen said: “In three weeks, it’ll be the monthly exam.
For the next three weeks, you won’t have money to rent a Spirit Root, buy elixirs, attend cram classes, or even buy daily supplents…
anwhile, others are making progress every second.
It’s entirely possible for your school ranking to drop by dozens of places by then, and you’ll be directly kicked out of the model class!”
Reflecting on Bai Zhenzhen’s words, a wave of relevant mories surged in Zhang Yu’s mind.
In the entire Grade One, there are ten classes, from Class One to Class Ten, divided according to the results of the monthly exams.
By Zhang Yu’s ranking, he was naturally placed in Class One, which receives the best treatnt and is also called the model class.
Besides regular general knowledge exams, the most critical part of the monthly exam scores is ultimately the grade on Immortal Path cultivation.
After all, general education only accounts for 50 points, whereas the combined Immortal Path subjects total up to 650 points.
Especially since everyone is a first-year student who only officially began cultivation after school started, there’s actually limited difference in cultivation among them.
Although he appears to be in tenth place, if he can’t maintain his previous pace of progression in the coming weeks, he could easily be pushed several dozen places down the ranks.
Bai Zhenzhen continued: “If you keep lacking money, your ranking will keep dropping, your benefits will get worse, and in this vicious cycle, you’ll be kicked from Class One to Class Ten step by step!”
Her face was heavy with concern: “Without money and without grades, you’ll beco a laughingstock to the model class students, a combustible waste in the teachers’ eyes, and a target for ordinary class students to achieve cheap superiority!”
Bai Zhenzhen held her head: “In such circumstances, forget about cultivation resources, even your Dao Heart will be hard to stabilize.
Your grades will just keep getting worse, and in the end, you’ll fall below the cutoff, leaving Songyang High School with a body full of injuries and a mountain of debt.”
Seemingly envisioning that pitiful future in her mind, Bai Zhenzhen looked up at the sky and lanted: “Do you really want to live at the bottom of the school’s hierarchy of disdain, being repeatedly insulted?
Ultimately becoming a dropout and societal trash?”
Hearing this, Zhang Yu tugged the corner of his mouth: “Then what do you suggest I do?”
Bai Zhenzhen remained silent for a mont, then turned her head: “Brother, to be honest…
if you owe seventy thousand and only got to tenth place, you might really not be cut out for the Immortal Path.”
“I don’t know how you got into Songyang, but my suggestion is…
drop out and get a job, or else I’m afraid you’ll just sink deeper.”
Zhang Yu didn’t respond, but felt a wave of lant in his heart: “The only advantage of this broken world is that it allows Immortal Path cultivation, and I’ve been here just one day only to be told I have no talent for it?”
Shortly after returning to the classroom, Zhang Yu picked up his vibrating phone and found that Bai Zhenzhen had transferred him 500 yuan and sent a ssage.
Bai Zhenzhen: First, pay your utility bills
Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback, then suddenly sniffed his own clothes, imdiately realizing that Bai Zhenzhen must have slled the odor from not having bathed in days on him.
Though he was already accustod to the sll himself, it must have been quite noticeable to others.
Thinking about Bai Zhenzhen’s poor financial situation and yet still sending him money, Zhang Yu sighed inwardly.
He typed a long reply on his phone before deleting it all and finally replied: Thanks.
After replying, Zhang Yu looked at the palm of his hand and saw that the symbol on it had already been half-filled with black.
During his walk to the school and into the classroom, Zhang Yu realized that he was the only one who could see the symbol on his palm.
Judging by the ti now, he estimated that the symbol would be completely filled with black by tonight, but he had no idea what would happen once it was filled.
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