I used Hextech Grinding to become a top student

The announcement of the champion finally put a weight off Chen Mu's mind.

The bonus is practically guaranteed, and I can finally get rid of the financial pressure for a short time.

However, we still cannot relax, because the cost of body training has increased exponentially.

Anyone who has heard the story of the King's Chessboard Rice knows how terrifying exponential growth can be.

The price of body tempering will be in the tens of millions after one year, and will be astronomical after two years.

So we can't stop; we have to keep making more money.

At the same time, Chen Mu also witnessed the power of AI. It can greatly increase productivity, but it will also eliminate many people. If capital chooses to save costs and thus eliminate the vast majority of workers, the world will become cyberpunk.

An increase in intelligence is not without its drawbacks. For example, right now, Chen Mu is thinking about things that are likely to happen in the future, and even has a desire to prevent change.

If anyone can stop this from happening, it has to be me!

Just as I wrote in my essay, we need to find ways to restrict capitalists.

But I'm still too weak right now. Thinking about that is a bit too far ahead. When you're poor, you should focus on improving yourself. I need to solve my own problems first before thinking about anything else. Time to make money!

The bonus wasn't a million dollars in hand; it was pre-tax, with a legal 20% tax paid afterward.

Within a week, the finance department made the payment, and I received 800,000 yuan in cash!

Chen Mu decisively divided the money, and Huang Zhong and Liu Weice each received a huge sum of 50,000 yuan.

The two men got the money, but lost their integrity.

"One, ten, one hundred, brother, father! Godfather, is it really Godfather? I can get fifty thousand?" Liu Weice's heart was excited and his hands were trembling. He felt that with fifty thousand in his hands, he had the world at his fingertips.

You should know that in this small county, a job that pays 4,000 yuan a month is quite sought after.

Does this mean I've received a year's salary from my parents' generation?

You know, I didn't really do anything. I was just responsible for appreciating the female characters and doing the work that anyone could do.

Let alone 50,000, Chen Mufa would be content with 5,000, and he even called his godfather.

"Although I've seen 50,000 before, this is the first time I've earned it myself. It turns out the most promising career isn't working at a highway rest stop bar, but working with Brother Mu!" Huang Zhong exclaimed.

"You've finally figured it out!" Liu Weice chuckled.

With money, one can stand tall and confident.

It feels like the whole world is yours. With 50,000 yuan, how many cups of soy milk can you drink? How many nights can you stay up all night?

Such incredible purchasing power makes it hard to imagine that there are still people in the world with a net worth of trillions.

"Brother Mu, with this money, I can finally stop having to put up with my dad's attitude and stop asking him for money!" Huang Zhong patted Chen Mu on the shoulder.

"That's ambitious!" Chen Mu encouraged.

"No, it's not that I'm ambitious, I just hate it too much. Look at this." Huang Zhong took out his phone, which showed a chat log.

Chen Mu and Liu Weice looked closely and saw Huang Zhong accept his father's red envelope.

Then he said, "Thank you, Dad."

Then, a recently popular meme image was added.

Little Tang drooling (jpg)!

"This looks like when you were a baby, around your one-month birthday."

Where did you find it?

When Chen Mu saw Huang Zhong's father's reply, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Liu Weice had already burst into laughter; who could possibly hold back such a laugh?

If Huang Zhong could not help but laugh when his father spoke such painful words in a serious tone, he could be diagnosed with depression.

Huang Zhong also reflected deeply on his mistakes: "Therefore, I must earn my own money so that I will have the courage to face him, instead of making excuses for him just to make ends meet."

"Holy crap, my brother Zhong can actually use idioms now! I can't believe it!" Liu Weice exclaimed.

"Get out of here! I worked for half a month and earned 5 yuan. Therefore, I am capable of earning 10 yuan a month. From now on, I will never have to worry about my dad not giving me living expenses again!" Huang Zhong said confidently.

"That's a lot of money to make," Chen Mu nodded, finding it hard to refute the other person's logic.

Of the four people in the dormitory, three were laughing happily, while Lu Chen remained silent, focusing solely on his book.

He also had a chance; if he had just said so, "I'll help too," and that it wouldn't have made much of a difference in the last month or two, he could have earned 5 yuan.

Unfortunately, I lacked the foresight and didn't trust Chen Mu enough.

Because I feel that no matter how talented a student is, they are only good at learning. Making AI videos requires practical operation. Who is so versatile?

But Chen Mu actually did it. He shouldn't be in this dormitory; he should be hiding under the bed.

It's so painful!

Earning 5 in two weeks is enough to cover university tuition. As for the claim that it affects studies, how much of an impact can it really have?

Most people's grades are already set by the second year of high school, and the third year is just about consolidating those few points.

Forget it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I can only tell myself that this is called delayed gratification. Life is long, so I shouldn't be arrogant now.

This is the last monthly exam. If I put in a little more effort and get 600 points, things might be different if I get into a 985 university.

For example, some of the most successful companies, enterprises, CEOs, and founders today are often not graduates of Tsinghua or Peking University.

Teng Ge graduated from Shenzhen University, Dong Ge graduated from Renmin University, and Yi Ming Ge graduated from Kainan University.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen smiled, recalling the famous saying: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential!"

Later, during a meal, Chen Mu approached Jiang Yueyao and Shen Qingyue, offering them 50,000 yuan plus the return of the computer.

"Shen Qingyue, you contributed the most, so you should actually get a larger share. How about we split the rest in half?" Chen Mu said.

"No, no, no, I don't want a single penny. You don't need to pay me back," Shen Qingyue said earnestly.

"What do you mean? You want to keep me as a sugar daddy? I sell my art, not my body!" Chen Muyi clutched his chest, feigning embarrassment.

"Get lost, you little rascal. I'm investing in you. It's all my New Year's money anyway, so you can do whatever you want with it. But if you ever need my money in the future, remember to count me in as a shareholder," Shen Qingyue said seriously.

"As expected of a rich and beautiful woman, she can just throw out 800,000 without hesitation. I admire her!" Chen Mu thought for a moment and did not refuse. As for his need for money, he could only say that the more the better.

But all my money is used for physical training, so how about you take a share?

Do you want to have the right to use a part of my body?

Which part?

...

The last monthly exam before the college entrance examination is coming soon, and it's also the last time for teachers to assess students' performance. Thinking about graduation, everyone feels a little sad, but also excited about the upcoming liberation.

Chen Mu returned to the examination hall, this time able to enter the first examination room with complete confidence.

Then I sat in seat number 1 in the first row, awesome!

Then something even better happened: without doing anything, I received several negative emotion points.

"Liu Meng saw your good looks and felt envious, jealous, and hateful. His negative emotion value increased by 100."

"Zhang Xiao was so scared when he saw the real person who was 700 points in real life that he cried. His negative emotions increased by 150 points."

.....

No, I know I'm awesome now, but does that mean I can have negative emotions without even having to do anything?

Upon closer reflection, it seems reasonable.

Faker is now able to scare LPL players to tears with just a snort, isn't he?

Seeing yourself with a score of 700 in front of a group of people who study late into the night but still can't get 600 is like a human seeing a tiger—a terrifying feeling of blood pressure. And it seems that the higher the score, the stronger this sense of terror becomes.

Because the closer you get to this score, the more talent and effort you need to put in, and the more you understand how difficult it is to score 700.

"This is Chen Mu, who scored 700? Holy crap, I finally saw him in person! He's good at the test and handsome too, is there no justice in this world?"

Someone was discussing it with close friends!

As the exam time approached, Zhang Weiji, Jiang Yueyao, Shen Qingyue, and others arrived at the classroom and took their seats.

Chen Mu turned around and said, "Hey, isn't this Brother Ji? It's been a month, how come you're second now? Oh, so I'm first. Never mind then."

"There's no such thing as first place. The college entrance exam is the decisive battle. Right now, you're just a winner," Zhang Weiji said disdainfully.

"As expected of you, the college entrance exam doesn't prove anything. Why don't we compare our epitaphs when we're buried?" Chen Mu retorted.

"Don't be so smug. I haven't seen you studying late into the night for a month. It seems that your 700 points last time have made you arrogant. But I'm still maintaining a high-intensity study routine. I will definitely take back what I've lost!" Zhang Weiji said.

"You didn't say that last month."

Chen Mu wouldn't tolerate Zhang Weiji. If I didn't know that you vomited over two thousand negative emotion points when you saw my score, I would have really thought you were so calm.