Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Even with his vast experience, Cheng Mingyuan couldn't help but secretly marvel at this moment. He decided to stop holding back and kept changing his moves, trying to disrupt Wu Sheng's rhythm. In fact, he himself became stronger in this exhilarating sparring match.

After dozens of moves, the two stopped simultaneously, looked at each other and smiled, both drenched in sweat.

Cheng Mingyuan's gaze towards Wu Sheng now held a hint of appreciation and seriousness: "Wu Sheng, I have a favor to ask."

"Go ahead," Wu Sheng said calmly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Would you be willing to be my sparring partner long-term?" Cheng Mingyuan quickly added, afraid that Wu Sheng might misunderstand. "Of course, you won't be shortchanged in terms of compensation—one potential-enhancing drug every three days, and we can spar here for an hour every evening at this time."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he was extremely tempted by the proposal. In those few dozen moves with Cheng Mingyuan, his fighting skills had increased almost visibly, which was far more efficient than training alone. What's more, there was the potential-enhancing potion, a treasure for tempering the body, as a reward—it was practically a windfall.

Cheng Mingyuan didn't urge him, but stood quietly to the side, patiently waiting for his reply.

After a long pause, Wu Sheng slowly nodded: "Okay."

"That's great!" Cheng Mingyuan's face lit up with genuine joy. He handed the potential potion in his hand to Wu Sheng. "Consider this a small gift. I'll bring you a new one tomorrow."

……

Meanwhile, in another dormitory at the Martial Arts Academy, the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Xu Fei and his group were sitting together, and Yan Liang was also among them. He didn't go back to the dormitory with Tu Nan and the others, but instead followed Xu Fei and his group over.

"Damn it, these few sons of bitches are so stingy and petty. They say they're from out of town, but they have absolutely no manners!"

"Damn it, they dared to lay a hand on me! I'll find a chance to have them beaten to death!"

"If I find out where they live, I'll make their whole family suffer!"

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, cursing and swearing, their expressions filled with hostility.

"Calm down, guys, calm down," Yan Liang said with a smile, trying to smooth things over. "They're just used to being wild in the outer city, their bad habits are hard to change, and they don't understand the rules of our inner city."

He was also feeling quite uneasy at that moment. The conflict between Zhang Lin and Zhou Wei at the dinner party had put him in a difficult position, leaving him in the wrong on both sides.

"Get over it? How can I get over it!" Zhou Wei covered his face, which was still stained with blood, and shouted angrily at Yan Liang, "Go back and tell those bastards that this isn't over! I'll remember them! Let them wait for Lin Bei!"

Yan Liang's smile froze, and he could only nod awkwardly and give a vague reply.

After sitting in Xu Fei's dormitory for a while, he made an excuse and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory of Tu Nan and his friends, a similarly lively scene unfolded.

"What exactly did Zhou Wei mean by 'Lin Bei' before he left? I have a feeling it wasn't a nice thing to say," Zhang Lin asked, scratching his head with a puzzled look.

"I actually know that." Soguli grinned and explained, "It's the dialect of the outer city where I live. It means 'your daddy,' which is definitely an insult."

"So, does that mean Zhou Wei's ancestors might have also come from your settlement?" Zhao Dele raised an eyebrow with interest, engrossed in reading Chapter 50 of the Cola Novel, and casually joked.

"That's hard to say." Soguli curled his lip, his tone disdainful. "To put it bluntly, if you go back a few generations, who wasn't born from the peasants? But that guy's accent sounds awkward. He probably heard that phrase somewhere and thinks it's cool and pretentious, so he keeps saying it all the time. He's just a complete clown."

"I went to their dorm," Yan Liang said as he entered, adopting a self-satisfied air, and sighed, "Luckily, Zhou Wei is alright. Sigh, you guys were too impulsive today..."

He made no mention of the harsh words Zhou Wei had asked him to pass on, instead implying that he had intervened on multiple fronts to quell the situation. After all, he still had to live in this dormitory, and as an outsider, if he completely sided with Xu Fei and was labeled a lackey, his future would be bleak.

However, the bias in his words is still quite obvious.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dele simply smiled faintly, while Tu Nan and the others didn't even lift their eyelids, continuing with their own tasks.

Yan Liang, feeling rebuffed, sullenly pursed his lips and returned to his bed.

The atmosphere in the dormitory became eerily silent for a moment.

"Oh right, Yan Liang, pay the bill, it's two hundred and forty-four in total." Suo Guli suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

Perhaps having spent too much time in Xu Fei's dorm, Yan Liang had picked up Xu Fei and his friends' mannerisms. He subconsciously drew out his words and replied impatiently, "I know—"

boom!

A loud bang suddenly rang out.

Suoguli slammed his hand on the table, abruptly stood up, stared intently at Yan Liang with his large eyes, and shouted sharply, "Who the hell are you putting on airs with here?!"

This sudden outburst of rage startled Yan Liang so much that he nearly rolled off the bed. He then realized that the person standing before him, Suo Guli, was not Zhang Lin and was not someone to be trifled with.

Yan Liang forced himself to remain calm, trying to play dumb: "I... what happened to me?"

Just as tensions were rising, the dormitory door was pushed open again, and Wu Sheng returned.

Sensing the strange atmosphere in the dormitory, he couldn't help but frown.

The situation instantly reached a stalemate.

Suoguli stared at Yan Liang and said coldly, "Be quick about it!"

Yan Liang dared not delay any longer, so he took out his wallet, counted out 244 yuan, and handed it to Suo Guli.

Wu Sheng ignored it all. Whatever happened was none of his business. He walked straight to his bed, picked up his toiletries, and headed for the bathroom.

It must be said that the resources of the inner city martial arts academy are indeed incomparable to those of the outer city.

Take bathing for example. In the outer city, people might only be able to take a hot bath once every week or two. But in this martial arts academy, hot water is available 24/7, so you can take a refreshing bath anytime, anywhere.

The warm water washed away his fatigue, and Wu Sheng couldn't help but close his eyes comfortably.

The next morning.

At Xu Fei's request, Yan Liang got up early and went to Xu Fei's dormitory to wake him up.

The dormitory room where Xu Fei and his friends lived was still pitch black, with only soft snoring. Yan Liang tiptoed to Xu Fei's bedside and whispered, "Brother Fei, Brother Fei, it's time to get up."

He called several times, but the person on the bed only vaguely turned over. Yan Liang didn't dare to raise his voice, so he could only patiently call out softly again and again. About half an hour later, Xu Fei finally frowned impatiently and barely opened his sleepy eyes.