MMB Chapter 102: First-year high school students risk smuggling themselves in, second-year high school s
Chapter 102: First-year high school students risk smuggling themselves in, second-year high school s
Chapter 102: First-year high school students risk smuggling themselves in, second-year high school students engage in a gambling battle?
"Finally—we've made it through!"
Li Youmo was covered in wounds, and the exposed skin looked as if it had been scorched by flames, indicating severe burns.
He slumped to the ground, panting heavily. His face, hidden behind the mask, was contorted in pain. Although his school uniform appeared undamaged, the skin beneath it was in just as bad condition as the exposed skin.
Slumped to the ground, the pain touched his wound, causing his face beneath the mask to contort even further. He gasped repeatedly, unsure whether to sit or stand.
He was mistaken by the mental barrier as the true form of the "ghost story" and thus received special attention.
The injuries were the most severe.
But that malevolent spirit seemed to be deliberately mindful of its actions, carefully minimizing the damage to the "bag" on his back while trying to harm him.
Bai Hui glanced back at the mental barrier that blocked his view, then turned back and mumbled, "Are you alright?"
"You're asking me? What were you thinking, Brother Hui? Is that thing edible or something? Why did you open your mouth to bite into it?" Li Youmo gasped repeatedly as he asked.
Yes, Bai Hui failed to take that bite.
Although Bai Hui's teeth weren't knocked out, his mouth was left a bloody mess. Fortunately, Bai Hui had practiced the "Eight Trigrams Mouth" technique and was also aided by a demonic artifact, so the injury wasn't too serious.
It looks a little scary, but it's actually just some minor superficial injuries.
Oh right—a few of my teeth seem to be loose too, but it's not a big problem!
His current mental strength is close to 5.5, and with the help of Aunt Chef, his physical fitness has long exceeded 4. Strictly speaking, his physical fitness is at least twenty times the limit of an ordinary person!
Moreover, Bai Hui's training precision is extremely high, and this improvement is almost all-encompassing. Naturally, his self-healing ability is also nearly two thousand times the limit of an ordinary person.
It's just a minor injury; it will heal in no time.
It won't even affect his continued use of the "Bagua Mouth" during this period.
"I'll give it a try—I thought it might lighten your burden a bit."
"Thank you so much, Brother Hui!"
Li You laughed with demonic energy, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to grimace again: "But it seems to have actually worked a little; the subsequent Heart Qi has clearly weakened—but even so, my losses this time are still considerable—"
He glanced at the burned skin on his arm and gave a bitter laugh.
Feng Jue said coldly, "He Qing and I also contributed. The situation was critical at the time, and we slightly exposed our auras. There are two fake people in my family. If something had happened to me at school, those two fake people would definitely have come to the school and caused a huge scene. In my opinion, that would have made the supervisors hesitant to act."
"I see, that explains it—"
Li Youmo nodded, struggling to his feet, and said, "But this also means we don't have much time left—we'd better hurry, the hunters will probably be here soon—"
Bai Hui said, "No wonder I sensed a hint of hesitation in those inner demons—but there's no need to rush. Tell me first what price you paid."
"After all, I proposed the plan. If the cost is too high—I will try my best to make it up to you—"
He thought to himself that although Li Youmo was quite ruthless, he was usually dominated by Li Youye—often taking off, and his physical fitness was not even as good as that of an ordinary person.
Putting aside his overall abilities, his self-healing ability is probably less than five times that of an average person!
The external injuries are already this severe; who knows if there are any other injuries?
We still need to ask clearly.
"The price—"
Li Youyan gave a bitter laugh: "My purse was burned to ashes—"
"————?"
Bai Hui was stunned for a moment, then almost couldn't contain his anger: "You're fucking awful! And the one who asked you that question is even more fucking awful!"
He Qing: "—Is this the area where the second-year students are located? It looks—it seems almost the same as our first-year area!"
"Nonsense!" Li Youmo was still gasping for breath: "We're just in the same neighborhood, only a few steps apart, what difference could there be?"
However, I do have something very important I'd like to ask you.
That is to say—after this competition, I will have to dispel the inner demons again, and my recovery ability will definitely plummet.
This amount of time is clearly not enough for me to recover.
Do you think I can use these injuries to gain Yu Lian's sympathy and get closer to her?
He Qing: "————"
Didn't you realize I was trying to change the subject?!
Feng Jue: "?"
Gathering and scattering of the mind? Is this even possible?!
Unfortunately, he found out too late. Now that he has already achieved some success with the "Frostbone Ice Heart Technique," dispelling the Heart Qi at this point would likely result in him developing ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis).
Upon hearing this, Bai Hui paused for a moment, then turned around expressionlessly, preparing to return to the competition area for the first-year high school students.
"Hui-ge, where are you going?"
"I'll go back and check if Yu Zong has been eliminated. If not, I'll ask him to come over and handle it."
"—Brother Hui, I was just kidding, just kidding—"
The four of them walked together toward their destination, Unit 3 of Building 55.
The main task was to take care of Li Youmo. Although he was a loose tongue, he was indeed the most seriously injured.
Moreover, the intensity of mortgage burdens in the second-year high school area is significantly stronger than that in the first-year high school area, so it's normal to discuss countermeasures on the way.
As for the exposure of this smuggling incident, Li Youmo said frankly that his grandfather would help clean up the mess afterward, since it was his grandfather who insisted that Li Youmo come.
Of course, this is all predicated on Li Youmo actually succeeding in obtaining that house bag.
The four had just crossed a few intersections when they suddenly heard a noisy shouting.
And it seems to be near the destination of the four people's trip.
They exchanged a glance and decided without prior arrangement to go and take a look, since it was on their way anyway.
The intensity here is high, and the flock of long-tongued parrots that Bai Hui brought has almost become useless. As for why the four of them actually dared to go through the trouble of smuggling themselves over here, this Huimin community is full of strange stories about mortgage slaves, and for these first-year high school students, their cognition is being distorted and their rationality is being eroded every moment.
Not to mention Feng and He Qing, who have already started supporting Fang Bao—unlike Bai Hui, they haven't considered selling the property if things don't go well after the competition.
Or rather, if the apartments in Huimin Community could actually be sold normally, they wouldn't be competing here in the first place.
Especially for Feng Jue, the room bag he obtained is the most complex among the four-person group so far. If he doesn't take care of it as soon as possible, he'll suffer a huge loss if the internal structure starts to wither!
As for other reasons that are too low in rationality, they will not be considered.
The four of them approached the source of the noise.
But there, seventy or eighty senior high school students were gathered, watching the two fighting in the center.
They were all incredibly excited.
Meanwhile, the two combatants in the center, one wielding a folding fan and the other a stick, were locked in a fierce battle.
Bai Hui turned his head in confusion and looked at Li Youmo.
The latter glanced at it and said, "Oh, a betting match—that's normal. Brother Hui, you know about underground boxing, right?"
Both sides wager the house bags they have obtained in this competition. The loser not only has to give up their own house bags as nourishment for the winner, but also has to pay a certain amount of mental energy to help the winner maintain their house bags for a period of time.
"No, I meant to ask—what kind of weapons are they using now?"