Chapter 8: Teacher's Concern

Until the end of physical education class, Wang Hai completely ignored Zhang Yu, treating him as if he were a wisp of air. He offered no further guidance or instruction.

Under Wang Hai's lead in isolating Zhang Yu, the other students also subconsciously avoided him, creating an invisible no-man's-land around him.

"That old Wang is really... petty-minded," Zhang Yu muttered.

But there was nothing he could do. Zhang Yu simply lay back down on the ground and continued to rest.

In the blink of an eye, the bell rang, and everyone gradually headed towards the cafeteria.

Zhou Tianyi walked over to Zhang Yu after everyone had left and gave him a thumbs up, "Brave warrior, have you bought your accident insurance yet?"

Zhang Yu slowly got up, dusted off his pants, and said, "What's there to fear? Once my cultivation improves in a while, and my grades skyrocket, plenty of teachers will protect me."

He confidently looked at the feather script on his palm. His physical strength had already increased from 0.83 to 0.84.

This was achieved without injections, medication, or any dietary supplements, just by practicing the Thirty-Six Styles of Body Tempering.

He imagined that as the level of the Thirty-Six Styles of Body Tempering continuously increased, the rate of progress in physical strength would also accelerate.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Yu couldn't help but marvel at his incredible potential.

Zhou Tianyi, seeing Zhang Yu suddenly become confident, asked curiously, "Did you find a new source for your drugs? Don't forget your brother if you have good stuff."

Zhang Yu clenched his fist and smiled, "Boy, I'm a natural body cultivator!"

Outside the training room, Bai Zhenzhen, who had just finished her intense body tempering session, had flushed cheeks, sweat dripping from her forehead, and her whole body radiating heat.

Bang, bang, bang!

She knocked on the door and said softly, "Zhang Yu, are you done showing off? I'm starving, let's go eat."

The trio hurriedly joined the throng heading to the cafeteria, and arriving late, they saw a large crowd queuing up in front of the entrance.

However, as students of the demonstration class, Zhang Yu and his friends had the privilege of entering the cafeteria first and could dine through the VIP channel.

They walked into the cafeteria under the varied gazes of students from other classes.

How did it feel?

If Zhang Yu were to describe it, it was like inner sect prodigies slowly entering the Gathering Immortals Restaurant for a meal, while outer sect disciples looked on with envy, jealousy, or a sense of self-belief that they could take their place.

As soon as they entered the cafeteria, Bai Zhenzhen said, "I'm having a dietary supplement today. I'm going to eat on the second floor."

The so-called dietary supplement involved cooking ingredients filled with immortal essence, combined with various medicinal herbs, which could effectively enhance physical fitness, replenish the body's losses after intense training, and improve the efficiency of body tempering and Qi absorption.

It could be said that dietary supplements had all kinds of benefits for immortal cultivation, and the only reason Zhang Yu wasn't eating them right now was because they were too expensive, simply too expensive.

A single meal cost at least several hundred, and some rare ingredients could cost several thousand. Zhang Yu, who used to have a fortune from usury, was reluctant to eat it every day, let alone now.

Watching Bai Zhenzhen walk alone to the second floor, Zhang Yu could feel that the second floor of the cafeteria was another dividing line from the first floor, just like the queue inside and outside the cafeteria where he was standing.

But a hint of doubt arose in Zhang Yu's mind, "Didn't A-Zhen run out of money? How can she afford to go to the second floor?"

…

Not long after lunch, Zhang Yu, who was taking a nap, was called to the teacher's office.

A middle-aged man took a sip of tea and glanced at Zhang Yu, who was standing in front of the desk, and said, "Teacher Wang Hai told me about your situation."

The man was named Su Haifeng, and he was both the head teacher of the demonstration class and the grade leader of the first year.

He looked at Zhang Yu with disappointment and said, "Do you remember what you told me during the interview?"

When the original Zhang Yu participated in the Songyang High School interview, Su Haifeng was the interviewer sitting in the middle.

Hearing Su Haifeng's words, Zhang Yu was slightly stunned. Although he had merged with the original owner's memories, many details could not be recalled in an instant.

Su Haifeng sighed, "I still remember you said you wanted to go to a prestigious university."

"You don't buy medicine or get injections during physical education class, and you lie on the ground to be lazy and contradict the teacher. Is this your attitude to get into a prestigious university?"

Listening to the other party's criticism, Zhang Yu didn't know how to explain it for a while. He couldn't say that he was too poor and useless to buy medicine or get injections, and that his potential had been stimulated, so he could just casually take the physical education class.

Feeling Zhang Yu's silence, Su Haifeng sighed again and said, "Zhang Yu, your performance in the past three months has been good. I know you are a good child."

"Has something happened to your family recently?"

Zhang Yu looked at him in surprise, feeling the other party's caring gaze, and couldn't believe it, "There are teachers who care about students in this crazy school?"

He thought about it and said softly, "Well, I had a bit of a conflict with my family."

"I will try my best to adjust and recover as soon as possible."

Although he felt the other party's concern, Zhang Yu could only try to muddle through for now. After a while, when his grades improved, he naturally wouldn't need to explain these difficult things to the teacher.

Su Haifeng frowned as if dissatisfied and said angrily, "What can't you tell your teacher?"

"Is there a problem with your family's recent financial situation?"

"The debt collection calls from the loan platform have already been made to the school."

"Ah?" Zhang Yu suddenly raised his head, "They called you, teacher?"

Su Haifeng nodded solemnly, "If they hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known you owed so much money. Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Yu: "I…"

He really didn't think that telling the school about this would be useful, especially given the atmosphere of Songyang High School. He estimated that knowing about it would only make his situation worse.

But Su Haifeng sighed and looked at Zhang Yu with a kind expression, saying, "I know the school is sometimes strict, and you don't dare to tell us when something happens."

"But you need to know that we are your teachers after all. How could we not help our students?"

As he spoke, he took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Yu.

"This is a poor student assistance program that I specially applied for you. Sign it quickly."

Reaching out to take the document, Zhang Yu looked at Su Haifeng with some emotion, "Teacher, thank you."

He realized that his view of the teachers at this school was wrong again.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Although there are unreliable guys like Wang Hai, there are also kind elders like Teacher Su."

Su Haifeng smiled and waved his hand, handing over the pen, "Sign it quickly. I'll try to hand it in before I get off work."

Zhang Yu lowered his head, glanced over the document, and then froze in place.

Su Haifeng chuckled, "What's wrong? Sign it quickly. I'll try to submit it to you before I get off work."

Zhang Yu's voice was low, "Teacher, this seems to be a debt restructuring contract? Did you take the wrong one?"

Su Haifeng said with a smile, "The reason why poor students are poor is because they are in debt? After restructuring the debt, wouldn't it help the poor students? This is the poor student assistance program."

Zhang Yu looked at the content of the contract, which specifically stated that all of his debts would be calculated as a unified package, and the school would borrow a sum of money for him to repay the debts.

From then on, his creditor would become the school.

Zhang Yu also estimated the debt after the debt restructuring. After all kinds of messy procedures, all kinds of interest, principal, handling fees, and exorbitant fees... added up to more than one million.

"What debt restructuring! Isn't this just using loans to pay off loans?"

He roared in his heart, "Even the head teacher is in the loan business, isn't he?"

"Is this how you play it? Are there no normal teachers in this broken school?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhang Yu let out a sigh and said, "Teacher, I think I'll pass on it. I can repay this money myself."

Su Haifeng persuaded him earnestly, "How can you, a child, pay back such a large sum of money? Sign it quickly, the school will take care of this matter for you."

"Don't worry, the school's installments are very flexible."

Zhang Yu: "No need, teacher, really no need."

After Zhang Yu refused again and again, he simply threw down the contract and ran out of the office.

Watching him leave, Su Haifeng raised his teacup and blew lightly.

After a while, he picked up the vibrating phone and said, "He refused."

"Well, I'll try again in a while."

"Don't worry, poor people... in the end, they can't stand the methods of the collection companies, and they will always come to borrow."