Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 1: The Waste System and the Useless Traveler

Douluo Continent, in a small town only a few dozen miles away from Shrek City.

There was a pile of books in the bamboo basket behind Chen Ping. Two long flags with eye-catching advertising slogans were inserted on both sides of the bamboo basket.

"For Sale: A comprehensive data package of the soul skills of generations of Shrek's top students, and a training plan for Shrek's top students. Let your child win at the starting line."

"Service: Soul Master career planning, non-dilution soul skill pairing, college admission resumes. 100% positive reviews since opening. Consultation fee starts from one gold."

Taking off the water bottle from his waist, Chen Ping found a cool corner to sit down without caring about his image. He gulped down a few gulps, then took off the towel from his neck and wiped it roughly.

"Oh, I never thought that I, a good young man of the new era, would be reduced to selling courses and peddling anxiety to make a living."

Chen Ping was breathing heavily. He took off his backpack and put it aside, then leaned against a big tree and took a good rest.

In Chen Ping's mind, a weak female voice sounded hesitantly: "But Boss, weren't you also doing this business before you came here?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping's face froze, and he replied in his mind, "You useless system, don't interrupt me so casually. If your system had a bit of courage, I wouldn't be trying to sell you a course."

"As a system, you can't even add points. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Oh"

A voice of grievance was heard in Chen Ping's spiritual sea, but he immediately began to try his best to promote himself.

"Boss, do you need a striptease? The music notes are the same, and you can choose any clothes you want."

"Anyway, you're the only one who can see me, so it doesn't matter if I wear something very scantily clad. Isn't it exciting just thinking about it?"

Chen Ping just rolled his eyes silently: "But my biological age is only eleven years old now."

"Although children on Douluo Continent are generally tall and mature early, those like Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun who can weave through flowers in their early teens are ultimately only a small minority with exceptional talent."

"So, unfortunately, at least I can still withstand the test now."

After hearing these words, the female voice in Chen Ping's mind seemed to lose its spirit.

"Boss, pay attention. Some people are coming. There are quite a few of them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping was stunned at first, threw the water bag into the bamboo basket, then picked up the bamboo basket and wanted to run away.

"Where are you going, kid?"

Before Chen Ping could carry the bamboo basket on his back, he was surrounded by a group of young men dressed in the same short clothes.

Chen Ping was startled, but he still clasped his hands and said, "I apologize to all of you. I am just a beggar on the street. I am taking advantage of your cool and shady place to catch my breath. Now I will leave."

It’s not that Chen Ping is timid, it’s just that when you are under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.

Although he is a soul master, he has only just reached level ten. His physical fitness is not much worse than that of ordinary people. It is definitely not a wise move to conflict with these laborers.

Furthermore, the laborers who do manual labor in the city are essentially one of the local tyrants in the city.

The places in the city where you can avoid the sun, enjoy cool breezes, and rest comfortably are all owned by these local tyrants.

He used it without even saying hello, and if we really argue, he might not be in the right!

After all, he is not a local, nor is he from another place visiting relatives. No matter how you look at it, he is still one of the lowest class.

They were all beggars on the street. As a foreigner, he was in the wrong for occupying their resting place.

Of course, the main reason was that the leader of the laborers had arms that were almost as thick as his calves. His biceps were as hard as iron, and Chen Ping was worried that he would crush his head with his elbows.

There were already many people on the opposite side, and the soul power pressure emanating from the big brother leading the group was even more frightening. He must be a Soul Master of at least level 30.

Being polite at this time will only do good and no harm.

"Xiao Chen, you can read, come and see if this man is the profiteer who teaches sticks."

Chen Ping's polite behavior was directly ignored by these people. The leading laborer even called a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old from behind the crowd, pointed at Chen Ping's bamboo basket and asked.

Soon, the young-looking boy pointed at Chen Ping's bamboo basket and stammered, "Shrek Planning is 100% positive. The consulting fee is one gold. Uncle Qi, it's this profiteer."

At this time, Chen Ping was also panicked. Oh no, he was going to ask the parents to block the door.

Chen Ping's mind was racing as he recalled the projects he had recently handled for clients, wondering what had gone wrong.

"System, are you sure the damage calculation formula you mentioned is correct?"

Chen Ping looked at the group of big men in front of him and swallowed nervously.

Because of the system's lies, all the money he earned was exchanged for medicinal materials to make medicine, but he had no money to compensate these parents.

If he fails to fool people this time, he will be in big trouble.

"Right?"

At this time, the system in Chen Ping's spiritual sea was also panicked and he had no confidence to speak.

"What the fuck is that, right?"

"When I asked you what this system was for, you assured me that while you couldn't directly provide me with supplies, the intelligence you had would be accurate!"

Chen Ping was also very anxious at this time. It was tragic enough that he was hit and killed by a large truck with four wheels in front and eight wheels in the back.

If he were beaten to death again by the angry laborers in front of him, he would die with regrets.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, I haven't studied advanced mathematics. Didn't you come up with the damage calculation formula yourself?"

"I just plugged in a few numbers to verify it, and it should be fine."

The system's answer was so aggrieved that it generated a string of formulas in front of Chen Ping.

魂师伤害面板=基础魂技伤害*[1+魂技属性参考值*（魂师自身力量补正+额外武魂品质补正）]*∏_i=1^n a_i（1+乘算增幅i%）+∑_i=1^n a_i(1+定值增幅i)
Soul Master's final damage = (Soul Master's damage panel * combat skill action skill correction + fixed damage panel) * increased damage
One number after another jumped into these formulas, and the calculated results were exactly the same as those when Chen Ping tested it himself.

"and many more."

Seeing that he was being surrounded by this group of laborers, Chen Ping suddenly remembered something.

Because his damage calculation formulas sounded like random talismans, most students and parents didn't believe him at all.

Therefore, during this period of time, he never sold any soul ring acquisition packages that did not dilute soul skill damage!
Although Chen Ping was still a little unsure about this business, he was 100% confident about the other businesses he had sold.

"It was you, kid, who tricked my son into giving up his training in the Control-type Blue Silver Grass and switching to becoming a Support-type Spirit Master?"

The next moment, the burly middle-aged man stepped forward and asked Chen Ping in a muffled voice.

(End of this chapter)