181: Is this still the Chu Wushe I know?

At Pengcheng University, students were wailing endlessly.

"Stop hitting me, can you beat me up after a short break?"

"It hurts!"

Sixty Ashen Army members, led by Vice Commander Gao Aozhi, rolled up their sleeves and brutally beat the students.

After the students were covered in injuries, auxiliary Practitioner mentors would treat them.

This cycle repeated over and over!

This left the martial artists of Zhenbang Martial Arts Hall dumbfounded, thinking that these Ancient Professionals showed no mercy at all.

When they taught, they had many concerns, after all, students from the Five Great Top Academies were future pillars of society.

What if something went wrong during their teaching? Gao Aozhi, however, didn't care about any of that.

Ancient close combat experts all grew up through life-and-death tempering.

If they died during training, they died. In modern times, at least there were many protective measures and multiple auxiliary Practitioner mentors watching.

"Where did Lao Qiyuan find so many close combat experts?"

Chen Yaozong, the Principal of Imperial Capital University, or more accurately, its Vice Principal, thought.

It was obvious that Gao Aozhi and the others were not with the Zhenbang Martial Arts Hall martial artists; it could be seen from their words, actions, and clothes.

"Principal Chu, how much money do you want to borrow from me?" Lu Yuan scrutinized the humble Chu Wushe.

This kind of Chu Wushe, with such an appearance and attitude, was rare.

As the only son of the Alliance Master of the Thunder Alliance, Chu Wushe never put anyone in his eyes in the Imperial Capital.

From childhood to adulthood, he was always the role model in others' mouths.

And he indeed had the capital to be arrogant, not just because of his identity.

"Five billion."

Seeing Lu Yuan finally relent, Chu Wushe immediately stated a number.

Five billion was a lot, but for the now wealthy Lu Yuan, it was completely acceptable.

And it was only for half a year, with additional interest to be paid.

"Gao Aozhi, have you ever had bubble tea?" Lu Yuan looked at Gao Aozhi, who was teaching students close combat.

"Reporting to the Principal, this subordinate has heard of it but never had it."

Gao Aozhi's words and actions still lingered in ancient times, speaking with a historical drama flavor.

"There are roughly a thousand students here. Go buy a thousand cups of bubble tea. I want a mango pudding milkshake," Lu Yuan said.

Chu Wushe: "..."

"Principal, the school will reimburse it," Chen Yaozong reminded him from the side.

"Is it about reimbursement? It's about me running errands for Lu Yuan!"

The biting cold wind matched Chu Wushe's mood, as frigid as the weather in Peng City.

First, he gave Chen Yaozong a resentful look, then glanced even more resentfully at Lu Yuan.

It was Lu Yuan who had entrapped him; otherwise, Chen Yaozong should have been the one borrowing the money.

"Fine." Chu Wushe turned and left, only to return shortly.

"Your mango pudding milkshake."

Chu Wushe handed over the bubble tea in his hand, and behind him appeared a large group of bubble tea shop staff.

They were going to make bubble tea on-site for the students and distribute it one by one.

"Not bad, not bad." Lu Yuan took a sip of the bubble tea, then made a second request.

Snow fell heavily, and Chu Wushe's face was ashen.

"Can I change the phrase? For example, I admit that Pengcheng University is the best among the Five Great Top Academies."

"No," Lu Yuan refused.

"Lu Yuan is awesome!"

"Lu Yuan is awesome!!"

"Lu Yuan is awesome!!!"

Chu Wushe shouted loudly, leaving everyone present stunned.

"Is this still the Chu Wushe I know?" A mentor's expression was incredibly varied.

He remembered clearly that during the Five Great Top Academies' Great Competition,

Chu Wushe almost died on the Arena Stage fighting Lu Yuan, yet he remained silent, his eyes like an enraged tiger staring fixedly at Lu Yuan.

Now, he was actively admitting that Lu Yuan was better than him, and he repeated it three times!

"Enough, go to the conference room to write the IOU." Lu Yuan felt it was about enough; any more and Chu Wushe might break down.

Stopping at the right moment was sufficient.

Chu Wushe breathed a sigh of relief, truly worried that Lu Yuan might make some other excessive demands.

The three went to the conference room in the teaching building.

Opening the conference room door, Lu Yuan was greatly shocked.

"Old Lao, where did you get so much money to pay Zhenbang Martial Arts Hall? Give me a lead!"

Said Xiao Shouzheng, the Principal of Modu University, who was hugging Lao Qiyuan's thigh.

"I want to know too!"

Tao Guodong, the Principal of Shencheng University, who was hugging Lao Qiyuan's waist, followed closely.

Hiss—

Lu Yuan gasped.

The scene was simply too beautiful: three principals of top academies, each hugging Lao Qiyuan's left thigh, right thigh, and waist.

Is this something principals would do?

It should be noted that these four were not only principals but also God Emperor Realm Experts!

With Lu Yuan's arrival, the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Tao Guodong, the Principal of Shencheng University, raised an eyebrow, wanting to explain something, but found himself at a loss for words.

Bang—

The conference room door was forcibly shut.

Click—

Lu Yuan twisted the doorknob and opened it.

Bang—

Shut it!

Click—

Open it!

After repeating this several times, Lu Yuan sat in the central chair, drinking bubble tea and signaling the principals to continue.

"Principal Lu, don't misunderstand, we..." Tao Guodong's face was flushed red, stammering.

"Oh, oh, oh, Old Chen, how did you also become a Vice Principal?"

Tao Guodong pointed the finger at Chen Yaozong, speaking sarcastically.

The second principal under the age of twenty had emerged.

It was none other than Chu Wushe!

The four tacitly mocked Chen Yaozong to change the subject.

Chen Yaozong sneered.

"Principal Lu is willing to lend our Imperial Capital University five billion. Laugh, why aren't you laughing anymore!" Chen Yaozong, standing behind Chu Wushe, asked.

Except for Lao Qiyuan, the smiles of the other three froze.

"Principal Lu, please, lend me some money."

Seeing his right leg, left leg, and waist being hugged by three principals, Lu Yuan was speechless.

These principals were completely different on TV compared to in private.

On TV, they were stern and serious, perfectly matching everyone's perception of powerful figures and top principals.

In private, they were hugging legs and crying poverty.

Lu Yuan, having intimate physical contact with three God Emperor Realm Experts, was very flustered, especially feeling their eager gazes.

"Don't rush, let's sit down and talk properly."

Lu Yuan kept his distance from the principals.

"Principal Lu, have those Ancient Professionals been recruited by you?" Chen Yaozong asked seriously.

The Ashen Army was not simple; every one of them was a close combat expert.

Now, Pengcheng University, even without cooperating with Zhenbang Martial Arts Hall, could still teach students close combat with the Ashen Army.

The reason they were short on money was ultimately due to the suddenness of the situation.

The Supreme Alliance Leader announced that close combat would be changed from an elective to a compulsory course.

Starting with the Five Great Top Academies for experimentation!

As for the money issue, the Seven Alliances and One Hall clearly stated they would provide funds after half a year.

After all, this was not a small sum.

Upon receiving Lu Yuan's affirmation, the four principals' eyes lit up.

"There are sixty-four in total, Principal Lu, how about you give twenty to Modu University?" Xiao Shouzheng said, rubbing his hands.

"Old Xiao, you're really thick-skinned. I'm not greedy, fifteen for Lincheng University will do."

Watching the principals trying to divide the Ancient Professionals to serve as their own mentors.

Lu Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"Lending money is fine, and giving people is also fine," Lu Yuan said in a deep voice.

"But I am not a charity organization; I require an equal exchange of benefits."

Lu Yuan's gaze fell on Xiao Shouzheng, the Principal of Modu University.

"I have a high-grade spirit tool sword here, and I want to exchange it with Principal Xiao for the nirvana sword in Modu University's treasury."

At these words, Xiao Shouzheng frowned.

The nirvana sword, a high-grade spirit tool, like the heavenly punishment token, could be upgraded to a top-grade spirit artifact!

The high-grade spirit tool Lu Yuan proposed to exchange was likely not upgradeable.

"And the three of you, provide materials to upgrade the nirvana sword into a top-grade spirit artifact." Lu Yuan stood up.

"Agree, and I'll lend money and give people. Disagree..."

Lu Yuan's tone paused.

"Then please leave!"