157: Call me the King of Bargains

Lu Qingyu understood. It made sense; some things required talent. Just like in his past life, not every company could produce an avatar.

Lu Qingyu asked Su Jixing to post recruitment information to see if they could attract any talent.

This matter couldn't be rushed.

Lunch had been interrupted by work just now. Lu Qingyu wanted to eat a few bites quickly and leave. Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the cafeteria about three rows away from him.

A few white guys were leading the bullying of a Black kid.

The Black kid was very thin, and the edges of his old clothes were worn out from washing. He sat in his seat with six white guys standing in front of him. The leader was Stan, who was still wearing his football jersey, looking like he had just come to the cafeteria to eat after a game.

Somehow, the Black kid had offended them. The laptop he had placed on the dining table was swept to the floor by Stan, landing right at Lu Qingyu's feet.

Lu Qingyu originally had no interest in such matters, but an image on the computer screen immediately piqued his interest. It was a design with a cyberpunk style, looking very futuristic.

The most difficult part of a virtual character to complete is the eyes, as they are used to express emotion. The character in this drawing looked cold yet compassionate; the more one looked at the image, the more shocking it became.

A drawing of this caliber probably couldn't be made without talent.

Lu Qingyu looked closer and found a signature in the bottom right corner: Hans Linton, Digital Media Arts Major.

Lu Qingyu's eyes lit up. What a coincidence! This was a perfect match for his company's specialty. This was exactly what was missing from Avis and the others' designs!

The atmosphere between Stan and Hans over there was already tense. Stan grabbed Hans by the collar and was about to smash a large fist into his face. The surrounding students looked at Hans with sympathy, and some even turned their heads away. It was over; Hans's teeth would surely fall out after this punch.

Stan was on the football team and was incredibly strong. Hans would just have to accept his bad luck.

Just as Hans himself thought he was going to be beaten badly and closed his eyes to prepare for the storm, the expected pain did not come.

Hans had loved science fiction-related things since he was a child. However, his family was very poor. He had worked hard to earn tuition for the major he liked and bought a second-hand computer that others had discarded. He thought he could graduate smoothly and find a job at a company.

But he forgot that he was Black. In a place where white people were the majority, Black people had no rights and no status.

He wasn't in the same class as Stan, but he had been bullied by him for over a year. It was all because he accidentally bumped into him at the start of the school year, and since then, they had bullied him repeatedly.

The reason for hitting him today was simple: they had come back from the field hungry and there were no places left to eat, so they told him to get lost. However, he happened to be working on a design assignment and didn't hear them, which led to the scene just now.

Hans wanted to resist, but everyone knew Stan's family was wealthy. As a poor student, he had no backing. If Stan fought, nothing would happen to him, but the same couldn't be said for Hans. To graduate smoothly, he could only endure it.

The expected pain didn't come. Hans slowly opened his eyes and saw that someone had actually caught Stan's fist.

Lu Qingyu intercepted Stan's fist. With a little force, he pushed the strength back at Stan, causing him to stumble back two steps.

Stan didn't expect anyone to actually stand up for this guy. Taking another look, damn, wasn't this the kid who had seduced Anna and Jenny on the first day of school? He hadn't gone looking for him, yet the kid had come looking for trouble himself.

"Brat, this is none of your business. Don't be a busybody."

Lu Qingyu handed the laptop he had picked up from the ground to Hans: "Are you okay?"

Lu Qingyu looked at Hans's hands. His hands couldn't be injured, and his head certainly couldn't be injured. He was counting on Hans to do special effects for him.

Hans didn't know Lu Qingyu, but he was truly grateful for his help. However, he was also afraid of dragging Lu Qingyu into it:

"I'm fine, you should leave quickly."

Stan sneered upon hearing the word 'leave': "Where do you think you're going before this is settled?"

"Brat, I think you want to get beaten up along with him."

Seeing that Hans was okay, Lu Qingyu turned around and asked, "I saw clearly just now; you were the one who started it."

Stan: "So what if I started it? What's it to you?"

Lu Qingyu: "Fighting is prohibited on campus. You've already broken the school rules."

Stan burst out laughing when he heard the words 'school rules': "He's actually talking to me about school rules. That's hilarious."

"I don't care about school rules. He offended me, so he's getting a beating."

Lu Qingyu: "So not giving up his seat to you counts as offending you?"

Stan: "And what if it does?"

Lu Qingyu: "Then you're just asking for a lesson."

Stan's expression turned cold. More and more students were gathering. Stan was so famous in school that everyone knew him, yet this person dared to offend him. He must have a death wish.

"It's over, it's over. This kid is going to get beaten up too."

"This is the first time I've seen someone dare to speak to Stan like that."

"He really doesn't want to live. Stan is going to beat him into a pulp."

Anna and Jenny also arrived at the cafeteria at this time, unaware of what was happening. Stan saw them out of the corner of his eye and swore that today he would show them that this kid was nothing more than a pretty face.

Stan, with his burly, bear-like chest, approached Lu Qingyu: "I see you're asking for a beating too. If I don't teach you a lesson today... If you kneel down and apologize to me, I might let you leave."

Lu Qingyu lowered his eyelids slightly and looked down at this man who was shorter than him but built like a wild bull: "That's not how you daydream. I'm trying to be reasonable with you right now; I suggest you take it seriously."

Stan laughed twice, and the people behind him followed suit: "I'll show you today, you yellow monkey, how I'll make you beg for mercy."

When Lu Qingyu heard the term 'yellow monkey,' a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He felt like hitting someone too.

After Stan finished speaking, he swung his fist toward Lu Qingyu's face. Stan looked like he was ready to settle both old and new grudges at once. His fist came whistling through the air, and Jenny and Anna covered their mouths.