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

Chapter 55 One-stop service
Chen Ping's face twitched slightly.

It's hard to say, it's really hard to say.

Considering that Zhou Yi expelled 90% of the students in a third-grade class at one time, and yet his professional title was not even reduced, Zhou Yi's background is so strong that it can be said that he has connections to the sky.

Human nature is always the slowest thing to evolve.

Human nature a thousand years ago will not be much different from human nature a thousand years later, and human nature from one world to another will be similar.

It’s not like Chen Ping hasn’t seen situations like, “What, you don’t accept it?”, where they force you to admit it by pressing your head.

Even if Zhou Yi's class didn't win first place, there would probably be many people who, in order to please Fan Yu, would put on the clothes of a great scholar and start debating with Zhou Yi.

[Ah, although Teacher Zhou's class ranked only in the top three, I think this top three is more valuable than the first place!]

Why do you care so much about the ranking? It will alienate the teachers' efforts!

Why can't I be the head teacher or grade director of a top class if I didn't get first place? I think a person's inner qualities are more important than just paper grades!

Although Chen Ping had no intention of imagining the atmosphere in Shrek's outer courtyard to be so bad.

But even though Zhou Yi was so lawless, the Soul Sage from the healing department only had a flash of disgust in his eyes when he saw this situation, and his helpless expression already explained a lot.

No.

Chen Ping shook his head slightly in his heart.

His foundation is not much stronger than Huo Yuhao's.

Zhou Yi couldn't cause any trouble for these young men and women in the academy whose innate soul power was at level five or six, but he might not be able to do the same.

Although he had eaten well and taken a lot of supplements in the past few months, his foundation could not be improved in a short period of time.

Moreover, someone as disgusting as Zhou Yi, a scum who relied on her power to harm students and her background to disgust her colleagues, made Chen Ping furious from the bottom of his heart just by looking at her.

This guy is basically a mixture of the two types of people that Chen Ping hated the most during his student days and when he started working.

If Chen Ping didn't have such a strong feeling about this when he read the book before.

But after meeting all kinds of people, when Chen Ping saw this kind of "precious thing" again, he really had an urge to kick it a few times to cool down his anger.

Fortunately, Chen Ping also knew that it didn't matter whether his attitude towards Zhou Yi was good or bad.

He is just a small fry now, with little influence, no strength and no status, and his attitude towards Zhou Yi is not important at all.

When he is really in a high position and has power, and just a casual mention of something will be taken seriously and handled, then his attitude will really matter?

Chen Ping didn't want to wait that long. What would be the point of dealing with Zhou Yi at that time?
Moreover, does his current attitude really have no effect on Zhou Yi?
Everything in this world depends on human effort. How do you know if you can't do it if you don't give it a try?
"Hmph, I'll naturally write the report."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly and looked at the students in Class 1. A nameless anger rose in her. "get out of class is dismissed now. I don't want any students in my class who pretend to obey my orders but actually disobey them."

"Catch one and deal with it. The previous nine are a warning to us."

After saying this, Zhou Yi disappeared from everyone's sight in a few flashes.

The students in Class 1 finally relaxed as if relieved, and lay down one by one without caring about their image.

Chen Ping's eyes rolled around and he walked towards the playground.

A plan that would allow him to make some money while also trying to get rid of Zhou Yi gradually took shape in Chen Ping's mind.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng looked at Chen Ping who suddenly stood up and walked towards the playground, and they felt a little confused.

They had no idea what Chen Ping was going to do, so they focused their eyes on Chen Ping out of curiosity.

Chen Ping walked onto the playground and immediately found his target. It was a fat kid in Class 1. He had no muscles at all, just soft flesh.

You can tell at first glance that this guy is most likely a weapon spirit master, and he is the type who doesn't exercise much at home.

At this time, the boy was still lying on the ground groaning, and he couldn't muster up the strength for a long time. It was obvious that he was a typical example of someone who was forcing himself to run a hundred laps. He was a very obedient and honest child.

"Brother, do you need me to press it for you? It's a craft passed down from my ancestors. Try it first and pay later. If you are not satisfied, it's free."

Chen Ping approached the little fat boy with a smile, his eyes full of eagerness.

"What are you pressing?"

The little fat boy was a little nervous when he saw Chen Ping approaching him so familiarly.

But when he heard Chen Ping say that he could try it first and pay later, and that he didn't have to pay if he was not satisfied, he began to think about trying it first - although he didn't even know what Chen Ping was talking about.

“Of course it’s the ancestral massage!”

Chen Ping's expression suddenly grew serious. "Massage will correct bones, reposition injuries, relax muscles, activate blood circulation, and relieve post-exercise soreness. I guarantee you'll have a good night's sleep, and you won't wake up with muscle soreness and bloating the next day."

The little fat boy didn't care much at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt it was suitable for him, especially the part about not having sore muscles after waking up the next day, which made him look quite excited.

"The first massage is only one Gintama coin, five minutes, and guaranteed to be intense. Excellent value for money. As I said, if you're not satisfied, don't pay!"

To be honest, although five minutes is not a long time, Chen Ping’s price is indeed not high. It is just one Silver Soul Coin, and no one present, including Huo Yuhao, cannot come up with it.

But the problem is, Chen Ping’s massage service is so cheap, what is he trying to achieve?

He is not Huo Yuhao, who is in urgent need of the first start-up capital.

One Silver Soul Coin every five minutes. With this price, even if Chen Ping really attracted repeat customers who pressed the button for an hour, he would only earn one or two Gold Soul Coins.

Moreover, selling this kind of service is not like selling Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. It is a serious physical job and you cannot take a break.

It is time-consuming and labor-intensive, earns little, and affects cultivation. As a means of making money, it is a completely inferior substitute for making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

As long as Chen Ping is sane, he will never do such a thing that puts the cart before the horse, unless - he has other ideas.

I recalled the way the bath masters scrubbed the mud after taking a bath in the big bathhouse, and the techniques used by the technicians when I went to the massage parlor with my civil engineering friends.

Chen Ping saw that he was in almost the same position and pressed down on the fat boy's calf.

"Ah!~~~~"

A soul-stirring moan came out of the little fat boy's mouth, attracting everyone's attention.

The little fat boy felt a little embarrassed being stared at by everyone, but Chen Ping didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Then he pressed down along the gaps in the muscles, deep and shallow, until the fat boy's bones and muscles became soft and numb, with no way to escape.

Although it was extremely embarrassing to be watched by his classmates, after just a minute or two, the fat boy had to admit that the parts of his body that had been pressed by Chen Ping seemed to have relaxed a lot.

My calves, which had been as stiff as rocks after running, gradually softened.

The little fat boy was so comfortable and relieved as to be slowly lowered from a great height that he was reluctant to call a stop.

But the little fat boy didn't want to stop, so Chen Ping stopped him.

Are you kidding? It's just one silver coin. I'm already doing a five-minute massage for you, what else do you want?
Want our Panlong Sect’s one-stop service?

That's going to cost more!

(End of this chapter)