95: Crazy Thursday, V I 50

The more Shen Bei listened to Professor Gu Xinrou describe the "Super-Modified Adrenaline," the more familiar it sounded.

Especially the appearance of faint blue lines on the body after consumption.

Wasn't this the very Medicinal Pill Lei Laohu had used back then?

Initially, that old bastard didn't pay for the work.

First, he was beaten down by me.

Then he took the Medicinal Pill midway, his strength surged, and he chased after me, trying to beat me.

Perhaps within the effects of the Medicinal Pill, he failed to kill me.

After the Medicinal Pill's effects wore off, I gained the upper hand again, and he ultimately died by my hand.

Shen Bei frowned, feeling a moment of realization; he could figure it out with his toes.

This Super-Modified Adrenaline was almost exclusive to the Headhunter Tribe.

Therefore, Lei Laohu must have been a member of the Headhunter Tribe organization.

None of that was important.

What was important was how potent this Medicinal Pill truly was!

It certainly lived up to being a Medicinal Pill made from the "Undead King."

It was indeed incredibly fierce.

I want it!

Shen Bei, with extremely excited eyes and an expectant expression, asked, "Teacher, now that I have the Undead King fruit, can I make Super-Modified Adrenaline Medicinal Pills?"

If I had this, I could unleash a burst of power. Which enemy could withstand it? I just need to know if your heart will pound or not!

However, Professor Gu Xinrou shook her head decisively and said directly, "There's no formula."

"Ah?" Shen Bei was a little confused.

"Didn't I tell you?" Professor Gu Xinrou brushed her hair back and continued, "This thing is almost exclusive to the Headhunter Tribe, so it's impossible for the formula to be leaked."

Shen Bei somewhat understood.

It seemed that Super-Modified Adrenaline not only required the Undead King fruit but also other auxiliary Materials.

What these Materials were, their proportions, and the manufacturing process were all top secrets.

Only the upper echelons of the Headhunter Tribe would likely know.

Shen Bei clicked his tongue, looking at the purplish-blue fruit in his hand.

Well, then.

All that excitement for nothing.

However, Shen Bei also thought of a way to obtain the formula.

That was to throw this thing onto the black market.

Set a high price and see who would buy it.

After all, this item was truly rare.

Most people wouldn't know what it was for.

Only those who truly understood the inside story would choose to buy it.

Following the buyer's lead, he could surely track down the Headhunter Tribe organization. Perhaps he'd get lucky and stumble upon the Super-Modified Adrenaline formula.

But this idea carried uncontrollable and immense risks.

With Shen Bei's current strength, it was pure overestimation, like a mouse licking a cat's butt—seeking death.

Shen Bei had no choice but to put away the Undead King fruit and let it gather dust in a corner.

Next, Shen Bei asked a professional question: "What are the conditions for advancing to a Second-Rank Martial Artist?"

"Hmm?"

Professor Gu Xinrou was a little surprised; it was only the first year of university.

Becoming a Second-Rank Martial Artist was something to consider in the second year.

Professor Gu Xinrou didn't answer directly: "What you need to do now is stabilize yourself, build a solid foundation, and then we can talk about a Second-Rank Martial Artist in your second year."

"Teacher, you wouldn't not know, would you?" Shen Bei provoked her.

Professor Gu Xinrou put her hands on her hips, snorted, and pouted her lips: "I'm a teacher, how could I not know? A single attribute reaching 70 points is sufficient."

Shen Bei nodded.

It seemed the conditions for Breakthrough weren't too high.

Of course, this was for Shen Bei.

For other students, it would be a torment.

Most students entered Martial Arts University by excelling in a single attribute.

Some had a single attribute above 40 points.

Some were above 30 points.

It varied.

But the problem was, after the semester began, Stance Training started immediately.

Stance Training would decrease attributes!

How were attributes recovered?

Either by taking Medicinal Pills or by training and tapping into one's potential attribute points.

It was somewhat like mining Bitcoin.

If luck was good, the attribute increase was very considerable.

For those with bad luck... just look at the First-Rank Martial Artists wandering around society, neither succeeding nor failing.

In short, tapping into one's own attributes was a mysterious and profound matter.

This was why the Medicinal Pill market remained so popular.

At this moment, Shen Bei roughly calculated.

There were still Nine Heavens until Lingnan City Martial Arts University's collective mission.

Within these Nine Heavens, if Shen Bei continuously worked odd jobs, his attribute value would easily Breakthroug h 70 points.

Shen Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

A Second-Rank Martial Artist... was beckoning to him.

Leaving the classroom.

Shen Bei walked along the campus path, intending to go to the Labor Market to look for work.

This was his lifeline.

A working man, a working soul, can't forget his roots.

Just then.

From a distance, there was a clear, melodious call: "Shen Bei!"

Shen Bei turned his head to look.

He saw Jian Tong today wearing a form-fitting skirt suit, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, and her delicate small face adorned with light makeup.

She skipped over, her silver eyes curved like crescent moons, and asked, "I heard you performed a meritorious deed?"

Shen Bei suddenly exuded the aura of a great man standing between heaven and earth, putting on a show: "That's right, I didn't expect it either. It was just suppressing a grotto; what's Principal Zhang so excited about?"

Jian Tong giggled. Although she knew Shen Bei was showing off, she didn't expose him and continued, "What are you going to do now?"

"The Labor Market."

Jian Tong's mouth twitched as she looked Shen Bei up and down.

She still couldn't understand why working odd jobs had become an addiction!

Was it poisonous?

Jian Tong said, "Can't you not work? I'm not a materialistic girl."

Upon hearing this, Shen Bei's expression immediately became serious, his eyes gleaming with an undeniable gaze: "I do dislike materialistic girls, but if that girl is you, I dislike my penniless self even more."

Jian Tong: !!!

With that line.

Jian Tong's blood seemed to rush backward in her brain, buzzing.

Her pure, jade-like face instantly became hot, and her gaze became somewhat unfocused.

This... this was too flirtatious, wasn't it?

Jian Tong felt like she was about to boil over.

"Alright... alright." Jian Tong thought for a long time but couldn't think of how to respond.

And Shen Bei's words were perfectly placed.

All within his grasp.

Little girl, still not moved by me?

Shen Bei waved his hand and turned to leave.

After a few steps, Shen Bei turned back and asked, "Oh, right, why didn't you ask about Yu Hao? After all, our dad and his dad..."

"Don't know him." Jian Tong's answer was decisive and straightforward.

Shen Bei uttered an "Oh," understood, and turned to leave again.

...

Arriving at the Labor Market.

As soon as Shen Bei appeared, before he even had to ask for the center spot.

The laborers voluntarily made way, allowing Shen Bei to be the most dashing worker.

No one asked why Shen Bei, as a Martial Artist, would work odd jobs.

There were many Martial Artists with various eccentricities.

Some Martial Artists even liked to collect used women's underwear, and there was no one to reason with them.

And Shen Bei's hobby of merely working odd jobs was already considered a "refined" hobby.

Today, there weren't many odd jobs. Shen Bei squatted for a whole morning and only got one job.

By noon, there were no jobs left.

The laborers scattered to find nearby spots and began to take their afternoon naps.

Shen Bei pulled out his phone, leaning against a cool wall, and started browsing.

He had just opened WeChat when he saw Professor Gu Xinrou had posted a moment.

"What I can't stand most about boys' little gestures is when they pass by me and secretly slip ten thousand yuan into my pocket @Gu Changfeng."

Goodness, she was openly asking her brother for money.

Shen Bei opened the chat box.

His fingers flew, typing a long message and sending it to Teacher Professor Gu Xinrou:

"Teacher, I just came out of the hospital. I've been diagnosed with Cyclic Protein-Lipid Deficiency, a rare chronic illness. Currently, there's no effective cure, only a biological agent developed by an American company that targets receptors in the stomach and small intestine via the esophagus to alleviate symptoms. Today is the day this company lowered its drug prices. Please, Teacher, could you sponsor me 50 yuan to treat this chronic illness?"

Soon, Professor Gu Xinrou first sent a frightened emoji.

Then she transferred 50 yuan.

Then she asked, "What kind of illness is this? Is it serious?"

Shen Bei took the money and directly typed back: "Crazy Thursday."

Professor Gu Xinrou: ...

Tricking the teacher out of fifty yuan, feeling good.

Just as he was about to go to KFC for Crazy Thursday.

A client arrived!

Coincidentally, everyone else was lazily sleeping; only Shen Bei was still active.

"You, want to work?" the man asked.

Shen Bei nodded like lightning: "What kind of work?"

"Electrician!"

Shen Bei: ...