He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang moved so fast it was like a blur. He swiped his right hand across the table, and the hundred yuan disappeared instantly into the faded sweatpants pocket. Before Wang Hao could finish speaking, he had already run off with the hundred yuan.

He picked up his huge stainless steel soup bowl and dashed to the cafeteria's food serving window.

The students watching the scene were all dumbfounded.

That's it?

Where is the man's backbone?

What about dignity?

You think a hundred dollars is enough to get rid of you?

"Holy crap, this lunatic has absolutely no shame!"

"They take the money and do the job without hesitation; I give them full marks for their professional ethics."

Wang Hao was also taken aback, then smugly straightened his collar.

If it can be solved with money, then it's not a problem!

He pulled out the chair that Yang Guang had wiped, sat down casually, and crossed his arms on the table.

He thought he had struck the coolest pose.

Looking at Yu Zixin across from him, he said, "Zixin, the food in this cafeteria is so unhealthy. How about I treat you to that newly opened Japanese restaurant outside of school tonight?"

"I've already made reservations."

Yu Zixin frowned slightly.

She was utterly disgusted by Wang Hao's behavior and even more puzzled by Yang Guang's greedy actions just now.

Last night, that expert who casually tossed out hundreds of thousands of dollars could bring his father back from the underworld for a family meeting.

Why did I have to compromise my principles for a hundred dollars today?

Just as she was about to pick up her plate and leave, she suddenly heard a series of extremely arrogant footsteps behind her.

"Make way!"

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

"Get out of the way!"

Carrying two brand-new stainless steel plates, Yang Guang charged back into the corner like a rampaging tank.

The plate was piled high with food.

Braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried chicken legs, and garlic shrimp.

All of them are hearty dishes!

It's all meat!

Steaming hot and glistening with oil.

We reached the table.

Yang Guang didn't slow down at all; he suddenly turned his body and thrust his buttocks backward with force.

"Get out of the way!"

"Bang!"

Wang Hao was gazing affectionately at Yu Zixin when, completely unprepared, he and his chair were knocked half a meter away.

It produced an extremely harsh screeching sound as it scraped across the terrazzo floor.

Wang Hao stumbled and almost fell headfirst into the pile of leftover food on the next table.

Yang Guang pulled over a chair and plopped down firmly, then slammed two plates full of meat and fish onto Yu Zixin's feet with a thud.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, completed in one go.

Wang Hao steadied himself, his anger surging to the top of his head. He pointed at Yang Guang's nose and cursed, "Yang Guang, you fucking want to die, don't you?!"

"Didn't I give you money and tell you to get lost?"

"Why did you come back again?"

Yang Guang tore off a huge fried chicken leg and stuffed it directly into Yu Zixin's plate.

Without even looking up, he retorted, "Hey, Squad Leader Wang, do you even have a sense of reason?"

You just said, "I'll treat you to lunch."

"I've taken the money, and I've also brought back the vegetables."

"This cafeteria isn't yours to take the food you offered and go back to my original seat to eat."

"Is there something wrong with this logic?"

This operation.

It literally burned out the CPUs of everyone present.

What kind of top-level understanding is this?

Taking other people's money to buy your own food, and then taking someone else's seat?

With skin this thick, two bullets would bounce back from it!

Wang Hao was so angry his fingers trembled, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists: "You fucking took the money I gave you to pay for food and pick up girls?"

He pointed at the greasy braised pork and ribs on the table and shouted, "Have you no shame?"

Yang Guang put down his chopsticks and stared at Wang Hao seriously: "Squad leader, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

"What do you mean by 'your money'?"

"Did you put that money on the table yourself just now?"

Wang Hao nodded subconsciously.

"Did you say you'd give me extra food?"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and nodded again.

"Then let's not settle it!"

Yang Guang spread his hands: "Once this money is in my pocket, it's my legal private property!"

"Is there a problem with me using my own money to treat myself to a few meat dishes?"

"How come in your mouth it's become taking your money?"

"That's the typical ugly face of a capitalist!"

"Exploiting labor while trying to seize surplus value!"

The students around couldn't hold back any longer.

Several boys sprayed their food all over the table.

That's eloquence.

It's a loss for all of humanity that people don't get involved in pyramid schemes!

It's astonishing that they can make such sophistry sound so fresh, refined, and righteous.

Wang Hao was completely broken down.

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy, like a bellows.

He's had a smooth and successful life since he was a child, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

Today, in front of the entire school, and even more so in front of the girl I'm smitten with, I was brutally insulted by a penniless scavenger.

"OK!"

"You're awesome!"

Wang Hao pointed at Yang Guang, emphasizing his words: "You just wait!"

"This isn't over!"

After making those harsh remarks.

Wang Hao kicked the air next to him, then turned and stormed off.

He was afraid that if he stayed another second, this lunatic would give him a stroke on the spot: "Goodbye, Young Master Wang!"

"Next time you have this kind of treat, remember to call me first!"

Yang Guang waved at Wang Hao's retreating figure.

Sudden.

He stopped smiling.

The gaze was focused on the back of Wang Hao's head and shoulders.

In Yang Guang's view, the Yang fire on Wang Hao's shoulders was extremely weak, and a thick, impenetrable black aura swirled above his head.

A few streaks of scarlet blood light faintly peeked through the black mist.

This is definitely a bloody disaster!

Moreover, the black mist had begun to spread downwards, covering the back of his neck.

This is a sign that Death is calling your name, that the little devil is calling your death!

This kid must have done something heinous or extremely reckless lately, or gotten involved with some really dirty stuff.

Moreover, the ferocity of this filthy thing far surpasses that of ordinary little ghosts.

Yang Guang curled his lip.

Since he's been eating people, I'd better remind him anyway.

Yang Guang's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Wang Hao's ears clearly: "By the way, class monitor, I can wait for you!"

"But your forehead is dark and your head is glowing green, you're plagued by bad luck, and disaster is about to befall you."

"You absolutely mustn't die on the way and not make it!"

Wang Hao, who was walking angrily ahead, tripped and almost fell flat on his face in front of everyone.

He turned around abruptly, glared fiercely at Yang Guang, but didn't dare to talk back. He just quickened his pace and slunk away from the cafeteria.

no way.

His eloquence is far inferior to Yang Guang's. Trying to argue with Yang Guang now is just asking for trouble!

It's even worse!

What the hell? My forehead is dark!

I'm perfectly fine!

The surroundings returned to calm, with only the sound of the news playing on the cafeteria TV.

Yang Guang picked up his chopsticks again, took out a piece of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and put it on Yu Zixin's plate: "Come on, my dear... no, my classmate."

"Look at you, you're so thin, you're just skin and bones."

"Eat more meat!"

"This braised pork was sponsored by Squad Leader Wang, so we might as well eat it."