I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 21 Changxia Sports School
After a satisfying meal, Chen Yu paid the bill and prepared to return to his dorm to think about promotional issues.

Just as she stepped out of the small restaurant, someone grabbed her clothes and pulled her back forcefully.

Turning his head, he saw that the class monitor, Liu Qing, was standing behind him, her eyes filled with unreadable emotions, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Seeing the other person's slightly flushed cheeks, moist lips, hesitant expression, and restless eyes, Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Could they be trying to give me money?
I have so much money I don't know what to do with it, don't get me into trouble!
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Qing whispered, "Chen Yu, wait a moment."

"Squad leader, please just say what you want to say. If you want to borrow money, just ask. If you want to give money, that's another story."

"...Although I always felt there was something wrong with you, I didn't expect it to be such a big problem. You're quite a handsome young man, so why do you have a mouth?"

"Hey, I'm not that good either."

Liu Qing sighed, pulled Chen Yu into a small stall, and said, "You've gotten yourself into trouble today."

"Who? The principal? I don't care."

"Although I don't know how you two got into a conflict, and the principal is ugly as a pig, covered in grease, speaks in a bureaucratic tone, and is narrow-minded and petty, he is still the principal. If you want to get into a good university, you still need to build a good relationship with him. By the way, what did he ask you to do?"

"They probably want my spiritual root to curry favor with some important person."

"Why didn't you say so sooner! We shouldn't have let him leave the restaurant alive! No way, I'm going to find someone tonight to kill that bastard."

"Squad leader, you need to think carefully!"

"You call me class monitor, so I have to be responsible for your safety. If he dares to ask for spiritual roots today, I don't even want to think about what he might ask for tomorrow. This kind of scum must be killed as soon as possible; we can't let him pollute our sports high school."

"Squad leader, calm down! Think about your 60 points in morality; you can't afford to lose any more points in that area!"

"You're still alive and kicking even with a score of 20, so what if I'm 60! Don't worry, even if I risk losing 10 points, I'll still go and kill him!"

After finally calming the class monitor down, Chen Yu felt utterly exhausted.

The principal is simply a born scourge; a few words from him can ignite someone's fury, far surpassing my own abilities.

If you have that skill, why bother with this?

Unlike scores for other subjects, the morality score is a cumulative score based on daily performance.

Doing good deeds can increase one's morality, donating money can increase one's morality, and the virtues accumulated by ancestors can also benefit future generations and improve the moral score of descendants.

Correspondingly, doing bad things results in a deduction of moral character. Many universities assess students' moral character, and those who do not meet the required standard are not allowed admission.

As the saying goes, "Heaven sees all," and Tianyuan City also has day-roaming gods and night-roaming gods, with every high school student being their special target.

Their every move will be observed and recorded, then converted into moral points, and archived for citizenship management.

Fortunately, the morality score cannot be viewed by ordinary people, so there is no need to worry about privacy.

The squad leader, now calmer, was panting, his chest heaving like a hamster, showing that his anger had not subsided.

Kicking away the pebbles on the roadside, she said fiercely, "No, this fire in my chest hasn't died down yet. I'm going back right now to give those villains in 'Body Cultivation' a good beating!"

"He got beaten up, didn't he?"

"Enough with the nagging! Anyway, Chen Yu, remember this: I'm the class monitor. If anything happens, tell me, and I'll stand up for you!" Watching the class monitor leave, Chen Yu couldn't help but think how adorable physical cultivators really were.

It can help you stand up for yourself, give you negative emotions, and help you spend money—it couldn't be more perfect.

I've decided to make you all my friends!
The following days were an unbearable seven days for the students of Tianyuan No. 3 High School.

The physical education class in Class 6 of Grade 11 has been changed into a dream class. The fierce-looking teacher, Mr. Zhao, sits above the podium and forces each student to enter a dream and then play the game "Body Cultivation".

Moreover, as time went on, Teacher Zhao's demands became increasingly bizarre.

On the first day, you need to master the assessment of twenty knowledge points, and on the second day, you need to defeat the senior brother in the beginner's guide.

On the third day, you need to defeat a boss; on the fourth day, you need to clear the game; on the fifth day, you need to start locking your health; and on the sixth day, you need to increase the attack desire of the monsters by half, and then you can see the boss without taking damage.

With each escalation of the workload, the students in Class 6 of the second year of high school were groaning in their sleep. Physical education class had become a large-scale torture site, making Chen Yu extremely happy every day.

The students in classes one through five of the second year of high school were initially watching the commotion, but when Teacher Zhao entered their classroom with his cell phone, their laughter vanished.

The groans began to spread among the second-year students. They were like walking corpses, wanting to cry whenever they heard their master's name and wanting to run away whenever they saw a passerby.

Some students even developed PTSD, and would instinctively want to jump out of windows to escape the terrifying place.

First-year high school students are starting to feel fortunate that they don't have to learn this, and third-year students are also starting to feel fortunate that they have already learned it. Now they can only pray that Teacher Zhao can torture the second-year students a little more, because if he tortures them, he won't be able to torture us.

Amidst the groans, only Chen Yu seemed to be bathed in celestial music, watching the negative emotions in his account soar every day, unknowingly reaching the 40,000 mark.

"Forty thousand... I really am cut out to be a demonic cultivator. The previous one was definitely just an accident."

Positive emotions have accumulated to 30,000, but the 20,000 shortfall won't be so easy to make up. This time, I'm absolutely certain I'll obtain 50,000 negative mana, and incidentally, I'll also corrupt those 30,000 positive mana, then consume them.

By then, I'll have 800,000 yuan, which will be enough to buy a house in Tianyuan outright.

As he gazed at the floating clouds outside the window, contemplating the future, he saw something pierce through the sky and fly rapidly toward him.

A moment later, a violent impact rang out, and a deep crater was punched into the playground in front of them. The shuttle-shaped transportation artifact landed heavily on the playground, but fortunately, no one was injured.

Then, the shuttle's hatch was opened, and several burly men squeezed out and stood at the hatch.

They had prepared fireworks and banners. When the last handsome young man stepped out, they simultaneously set off the fireworks and flung the banners away.

Changxia Sports

[First among all schools]

The unfurled banner looked rather impressive, but after looking at it for a while, Chen Yu said to Ma Daqiang, who was being tortured to the point of near death, "Is there something wrong with this banner? What do they mean by 'first place'?"

"I don't know. Can you help me figure this out? Why can't I kill my senior sister? Should I try to win her over with love?"

"Don't make it harder for yourself... Where is everyone?"

In the blink of an eye, the people on the playground disappeared, leaving only the empty shuttle emitting blue smoke, hovering on the playground.

In the principal's office, the principal looked at the handsome young man in front of him and said respectfully, "Mr. Xu, you've arrived."

(End of this chapter)