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He looked at Tu Nan and the others, his tone becoming serious: "Since you've clashed with Xu Fei and his group, I, Zhao Dele, have no choice but to follow you. I consider myself a petty person, but I won't be two-faced. I look down on people like them, so I will never help them just because they have a stronger background than you."

"Besides, I believe in fate. I believe there must be a reason why we're in the same dorm as you guys."

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something: "I've heard a saying—opportunity often lies hidden within risk."

"If I were in another dormitory, I might have had a more comfortable two-month training period, but I might have missed out on some opportunities."

"For example, being with you guys—" He pointed to Tu Nan, Zhang Lin, and Suo Guli, "I can tell that the three of you are all people I can befriend. After the training ends, we can help each other out. That's an opportunity."

"And also..."

The three from Suoguli listened intently, a strange look appearing in their eyes.

This was the first time they had ever heard of such a claim.

Just as Zhao Dele was about to say something more, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Wu Sheng walked in.

"Brother Wu, you're back," Zhao Dele greeted with a smile.

Wu Sheng nodded.

Upon seeing this, Suoguli stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Wu, thank you for what happened this afternoon!"

"It's nothing," Wu replied calmly.

Suoguli then said, "By the way, Brother Wu, we discussed the subsidy today."

He explained their plan—among the four of them, he had the strongest punches, and Tu Nan and Zhang Lin planned to vote for him. Adding his own vote, that would be three votes. If they added Wu Sheng's vote, that would be four votes.

"Brother Wu, if you don't have anyone you want to vote for, you can vote for me. The reward will be divided into ten equal parts—I'll take four parts, and the three of you will each take two parts."

He paused, then added, "Of course, if your punches are stronger than mine, we can also vote for you."

After listening, Wu Sheng nodded: "Okay, I'll vote for you."

What he wanted was the reward for being among the top eight; he couldn't be bothered with things like subsidies.

Soguli said seriously, "Brother Wu, I can't guarantee that my punching power will be enough to get me into the top thirty. If your punching power is stronger than mine, I hope you will take the spot."

Wu Sheng shook his head: "I plan to aim for the top eight. Forget about the subsidy; it would cause conflicts later."

These words surprised everyone.

The top eight—they wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

"What about Dele? Do you have other plans?" Wu Sheng asked Zhao Dele.

After all, Suoguli only mentioned Zhang Lin and Yan Liang, not Zhao Dele.

Zhao Dele chuckled: "I'm confident I can get a few more people to vote for me. From what I've observed, the situation with our group will likely be that some people get a lot of votes, while others will only get their own vote. It's highly probable that we won't need five votes to receive the subsidy. So I'm confident I can get another one."

Wu Sheng nodded knowingly.

Zhao Dele's methods are indeed more sophisticated than I imagined.

"Mr. Wu, if I may be so bold as to ask—" Zhao Dele was ultimately curious, "How did you get to know that student from the advanced training ground? Could it be that you have martial arts relatives in this inner city?"

"You're overthinking it." Wu Sheng didn't hide anything. "That guy and I aren't friends. I'm just good at martial arts, and he hired me as his sparring partner."

Zhao Dele nodded knowingly.

This answer was one of his guesses. He didn't mean to look down on Wu Sheng because of it—being able to recognize a martial arts descendant through fighting techniques was a skill in itself.

Moreover, Wu Sheng must have held a high position in that person's heart. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been willing to help.

Zhang Lin suddenly asked, "Employment? Does that mean there's payment?"

As soon as he said it, he seemed to realize something and quickly waved his hand sheepishly, "If you don't want to say, Mr. Wu, then I won't ask—"

Wu Sheng smiled and said, "There's a reward. One potential-enhancing potion every three days, and one hour of sparring each day."

"So many!"

Several people exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

You should know that the subsidy is only two potential potions and five points a month.

If Wu Sheng dedicates just one hour each day, he can obtain ten potential potions in a month!

In comparison, the few points they earn each day by cleaning the corridor are simply insignificant.

"It seems that Brother Wu, you were confident that you would get into the top eight," Suoguli remarked.

The fact that Wu Sheng can earn such a generous reward as a sparring partner shows that his fighting skills are indeed impressive. With such strong fighting skills, he'll likely excel in the upcoming matches.

"It's hard to say, we'll see," Wu Sheng said calmly.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the dormitory door was pushed open again.

Yan Liang is back.

He stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group, and suddenly spoke:

"By the way, do you know anything about that subsidy?"

"I know," Zhao Dele replied.

Yan Liang was taken aback.

He originally wanted to exploit an information gap—to see if they knew the specifics first, and then find a way to get Tu Nan and the others to vote for him.

I never expected these people to know.

"We already have a plan," Zhao Dele interrupted directly.

He couldn't be bothered to listen to Yan Liang's nonsense, and he didn't want to tell him his plans.

"Alright then," Yan Liang replied sheepishly.

He glanced at the group, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, he returned to his bedside and sat down.

However, in his opinion, Tu Nan and the others probably just reported their names and voted for themselves.

He also intends to do that.

But then he remembered Xu Fei's words—

Anyway, the subsidy only covers two potential-enhancing potions a month. If I could just sell them to Xu Fei and the others as a favor…

Yan Liang leaned against the headboard, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

……

The fourth day since arriving at the Martial Arts Academy.

The deadline for applying for the subsidy is this afternoon.

Zhao Dele and his group submitted their registration information. Yan Liang then approached Xu Fei and his friends.

Xu Fei and his friends were chatting together.

"Brother Fei, who should I vote for? My vote is pretty useless, so I'll just vote for your friend."

Yan Liang leaned closer, his tone deliberately casual, as if it were a trivial matter. But he was afraid that Xu Fei's friends wouldn't notice his efforts, so he deliberately brought it up when Xu Fei and the others were gathered together.

However, Xu Fei and his friends seemed to be engrossed in their conversation, talking to themselves and ignoring him completely.

Yan Liang stood to the side, his smile a little stiff.

He leaned closer and whispered it in Xu Fei's ear several times. Xu Fei, as if just hearing it, responded casually without looking up:

"Okay, I got it. I'll let you know who to vote for later."

After saying that, he continued chatting with Liu Zhi and the others, leaving Yan Liang standing aside.

Yan Liang stood there, feeling worse than if he had swallowed fly droppings.

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