In the back mountain of the school,
Chen Shu writhed, trying to break free from the spiderwebs binding him.
Beside him, a large pit blazed with fire, emitting plumes of black smoke and radiating intense heat.
His expression now held a hint of terror as he struggled to speak,
"Teacher Liu, I'm your student! Is this really necessary..."
"You're the first student to dare skip a practical exam!"
Liu Feng's expression was calm as he spoke, "Are you getting arrogant, or have I, Liu Feng, lost my edge?"
"No, Teacher, I had my reasons!"
Chen Shu rolled away from the fiery pit, finding it far more threatening than Shen Wushuang's earth burials.
"Reasons? What reasons?"
Liu Feng looked at him and asked, "Is your terrorist organization about to make a move?"
"..."
Chen Shu's mouth twitched, but he was momentarily speechless.
If Liu Feng knew he skipped the practical exam just to earn a few dozen yuan, his fate wouldn't be pleasant...
"No reasons? Tell me your home address, and I'll prepare your ashes!"
Liu Feng's expression was placid, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"..."
Chen Shu remained silent, resolutely refusing to speak.
Liu Feng said, "Since you won't tell me, so be it!"
Chen Shu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had narrowly escaped.
However, Liu Feng's next words plunged him into despair.
"Your ashes will be scattered over the skies of Huaxia Academy! It will be your only contribution!"
"??"
Chen Shu's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but wail, "I actually took a live-streaming endorsement deal and forgot about the exam!"
"How much did you earn?"
Liu Feng sized him up, truly seeing someone who was all about the money.
"Seven hundred and thirty thousand!"
"Seven hundred and thirty thousand?"
"No 'ten thousand'!"
"Oh~ Seven hundred and thirty, without 'ten thousand', so that's seventy-three yuan?"
Liu Feng's gaze was incredibly peculiar, as if he were looking at an idiot.
Chen Shu fell silent, muttering to himself, "Don't scorn me... Don't scorn me..."
Liu Feng crouched down, gazing at Chen Shu, and said calmly,
"Do you know the credit reward for first place in the practical skills class?"
Without waiting for Chen Shu's reply, he stated directly, "A full two hundred credits! If converted to Huaxia currency, that's at least thirty million!"
"Uh..."
Chen Shu's eyes widened. He had given up thirty million for seventy-three yuan?!
Moreover, he had worked for half a month on advertisements, earning over twenty million, only to fall short of one exam?
He now understood the saying, 'Within books lie golden houses'!
Liu Feng asked, "What did you learn from this incident?"
He wanted Chen Shu to understand that becoming a powerful beast tamer offered benefits far beyond anything advertising endorsement could compare to!
Chen Shu pondered for a moment and seriously replied, "My... advertising fee was too low?"
"Burn him! Burn him!"
Liu Feng straightened up, and the nearby spider pushed him directly towards the fiery pit.
"Teacher, I was wrong! I will never be idle again!"
Chen Shu wailed, even feeling as if his backside had already caught fire.
"That's more like it!"
Liu Feng nodded, retracting the spiderwebs and granting Chen Shu his freedom once more!
The teacher and student walked down the mountain, Liu Feng continuously imparting guidance, hoping Chen Shu wouldn't stray.
Chen Shu appeared obedient and attentive.
Just then, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a group of people gathered at the foot of the mountain.
All twenty-four students from Beast Taming Class Three were dressed in black, holding black umbrellas on a cloudy day, looking incredibly mysterious.
At the front, A Liang and Wang Jue stood upright, their faces solemn.
"Classmates! Let us send Chen Shu on his final journey!!"
A Liang's expression was mournful, as if reminiscing, and he spoke,
"Chen Shu was a good bandit, alas, fate envied his talent! He couldn't hold on in the end!"
"If there is a next life, I would still be willing to be his roommate!"
A Liang's eyes shimmered with tears as he recounted Chen Shu's life and deeds.
Chen Shu, from a distance, had his mouth slightly agape, looking utterly stunned.
What the hell did I do? They're sending me off already?
At this moment, A Liang finished his eulogy, and the entire class began a synchronized bow...
First bow—
Second bow—
Third bow—
"That concludes today's ceremony!"
Wang Jue coughed, saying with immense sorrow,
"We'll hold the feast tomorrow, so everyone prepare your gift money! Also, no bags for takeout..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure lunged forward.
Bang!
Wang Jue was sent flying with a kick...
"Are you two insane?"
Chen Shu's forehead was covered in black lines. What the hell was this, a feast for me for no reason?
"Uh..."
Wang Jue rubbed his backside and immediately saw Chen Shu and Liu Feng.
"We thought you were gone..."
A Liang coughed, not expecting Chen Shu to return alive.
"Gone my foot!"
Chen Shu turned, his gaze falling upon a wooden sign that read 'Bandit Chen Shu's Tomb'.
"What the hell, they actually erected a tombstone for me?!"
Chen Shu's mouth twitched, saying, "They even wrote it in Pinyin! People who don't know might think it's a Sino-Western fusion!"
He charged forward, heading straight for A Liang and Wang Jue, preparing to fight them both.
The three immediately descended into chaos. Liu Feng shook his head, truly birds of a feather flocking together!
"Alright, disperse! Disperse!"
The other classmates began to leave, looking at Chen Shu, lively and energetic, with a hint of disappointment.
"Wait! Everyone, wait!"
Chen Shu pulled out a urea bag and forcefully repelled the two of them.
He looked at everyone and said,
"Although I can't hold my feast tomorrow, I hope everyone will still give their gift money..."
Chen Shu rubbed his hands together. Since he didn't get the reward for the practical exam, he naturally had to get some money from other sources.
"???"
The twenty-two students turned to look at him, utterly bewildered.
What did you do to be collecting gift money?
Chen Shu cleared his throat and said seriously,
"When you come to eat at my feast, I won't be able to collect money then. You can pay your gift money in advance, and you'll be free to attend later!"
"???"
Everyone's mouths gaped, momentarily stunned by Chen Shu's peculiar move.
Chen Shu remained composed, thinking to himself, My feast, my rules!
"Are you out of your damn mind from poverty?!"
They could never have imagined that someone would preemptively hold their own funeral feast, truly practicing thrift.
"It's over! This guy has gone mad!"
The others looked at Liu Feng, wondering if the old man had burned Chen Shu's brain.