You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 18 - 8 Teacher’s Concern

Until the end of gym class, Wang Hai completely ignored Zhang Yu, treating him as if he didn't exist, without any further guidance or teaching.

Under Wang Hai's leadership in isolating Zhang Yu, the other students also instinctively kept their distance, as if an invisible no-man's land had formed around him.

"That Old Wang is just... so petty."

But with the situation as it was, Zhang Yu had no solutions, so he simply lay quietly on the ground to continue resting.

Soon, class was over and everyone headed to the cafeteria one after another.

After most had left, Zhou Tianyi walked over to Zhang Yu, gave him a thumbs-up, and said, "Warrior, did you buy accident insurance?"

Zhang Yu slowly rose, dusted off his pants, and said, "What's there to fear? Once I make huge progress in my cultivation, improve my grades significantly, there'll be plenty of teachers to vouch for me."

With confidence, he looked at the Yu Shu in his palm; his Physical Strength had already increased from 0.83 to 0.84.

This was achieved without injections, taking medicine, or any food supplements, just by practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building.

Surely as the level of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building continues to rise in the future, the rate of improvement in Physical Strength will also increase.

Just the thought of it made Zhang Yu marvel at his own terrifying potential once again.

Beside him, Zhou Tianyi, observing the suddenly confident Zhang Yu, curiously asked, "Did you find a new supplier for medicine? Don't forget your brother if you have good stuff."

Zhang Yu clenched his fist and smiled, saying, "Kid, I am a natural at Body Refinement!"

Outside the training room door, Bai Zhenzhen's face was flushed from intense body refinement, with sweat dripping from her forehead and steam rising from her body.

Bang bang bang!

You could hear her knocking on the door, saying blandly: "Zhang Yu, are you done showing off? I'm really hungry, let's go eat."

The three of them hurriedly joined the cafeteria crowd, and arriving late, they saw from a distance a large group already queuing at the cafeteria entrance.

However, as students of the exemplary class, Zhang Yu and his friends had the privilege of dining first, able to use the VIP passage to eat directly.

They walked into the cafeteria under the varied gazes of students from other classes.

How to describe that feeling?

If Zhang Yu had to put it into words, it was like a prestigious inner sect genius in a novel entering Juxian Restaurant to dine, under glances of envy, jealousy, or assumed self-worth from outer sect servants.

Once inside the cafeteria, Bai Zhenzhen immediately said, "Today, I'm supplementing my diet, I'm going to eat on the second floor."

The so-called diet supplementation is to cook with ingredients rich in Immortal Path elements combined with various medicinal herbs, which can effectively boost the body, compensate for the losses after intense training, and improve the efficiency of Body Refinement and breathing exercises.

One could say dietary supplements have many benefits for learning about the Immortal Path, and the only reason Zhang Yu wasn't partaking now was that it was too expensive, truly too expensive.

Each meal costs at least several hundred, thousands even for rarer ingredients—something even the previously heavily indebted Zhang Yu could not afford daily, let alone now.

Watching Bai Zhenzhen head off to the second floor, Zhang Yu could feel that the second floor of the cafeteria was another boundary, much like the cafeteria inside and the queuing line outside.

Yet, a trace of doubt arose in Zhang Yu's heart: "Isn't Azhen out of money? How can she afford to go to the second floor?"

...

Not long after lunch, while taking a nap, Zhang Yu was summoned to the teacher's office.

A middle-aged man, drinking tea, looked at Zhang Yu who was standing in front of the desk and said, "Wang Hai told me about your situation."

The man named Su Haifeng was both the homeroom teacher of the exemplary class and the first-year grade director.

He looked at Zhang Yu with a face full of disappointment and said, "Do you remember what you told me during the interview?"

Back when Zhang Yu interviewed at Songyang High School, Su Haifeng was the middle interviewer.

Upon hearing Su Haifeng's words now, Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback. Although he had merged memories with his past self, many details weren't immediately clear.

Su Haifeng sighed, "I still remember you said you wanted to get into a prestigious university."

"During gym, you neither bought medicine nor took injections, and to top it off, you were lazing around on the ground and talking back to the teacher. Is this your attitude toward getting into a prestigious university?"

With the criticism, Zhang Yu was unsure how to respond; he couldn't possibly say that he was too poor and useless to buy medicine or take injections, or that because his potential was ignited, gym class barely fazed him.

Seeing Zhang Yu's silence, Su Haifeng sighed again and said, "Zhang Yu, your performance over the past three months has always been good. I know you're a good kid."

"Has something happened at home recently?"

Zhang Yu, with some surprise, felt the caring look from his teacher and found it hard to believe: "Is there actually a teacher in this kooky school who cares about students?"

After thinking for a moment, he softly said: "Yes, I had a bit of a squabble with my family."

"I'll try my best to adjust and get back on track soon."

Though he felt the teacher's concern, Zhang Yu had to quickly gloss over it, believing that once his grades improved, he wouldn't have to explain these complicated matters to the teacher anymore.

However, Su Haifeng seemed dissatisfied as he frowned and said angrily, "What are you afraid of saying to a teacher?"

"Has there been financial trouble at home lately?"

"The collection calls from loan platforms have already reached the school."

"Ah?" Zhang Yu quickly raised his head: "They called you, teacher?"

Su Haifeng nodded solemnly, "If they hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known you've racked up such debts. Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Yu: "I..."

He truly hadn't thought of what telling the school could achieve, especially not with Songyang High School's atmosphere. He figured knowing would only worsen his situation.

But Su Haifeng let out a long sigh, looked at Zhang Yu kindly, and said, "I know the school can be harsh sometimes, making you afraid to tell us if something comes up."

"But you have to realize we're still your teachers, why wouldn't we help our own students?"

Saying that, he pulled out a document from a drawer and handed it to Zhang Yu.

"This is a subsidy plan I applied for you for students in financial difficulty. Sign it quickly."

Zhang Yu took the document, moved by Su Haifeng's gesture. "Thank you, teacher."

He realized he had misjudged the school's teachers once again.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Even though there are unreliable guys like Wang Hai, there are also sincere mentors like Mr. Su."

Su Haifeng smiled and waved his hand, passing a pen to Zhang Yu: "Hurry up and sign it."

As Zhang Yu lowered his head and glanced over the document, he froze in place.

Su Haifeng chuckled and said, "What's wrong? Hurry and sign it, I want to submit it before the end of the day."

Zhang Yu spoke quietly, "Teacher, this seems to be a debt restructuring contract. Did you grab the wrong one?"

Su Haifeng laughed, "Students in financial difficulty are so because they're indebted. By restructuring the debt, doesn't it help? That's the subsidy plan."

Looking over the contract's contents, it consolidated all of his debts, with the school lending money for repayment.

From then on, the school would become his creditor.

Zhang Yu roughly calculated the debt after restructuring, and with all the confusing fees, interest, principal, etc., it totalled over a million.

"Debt restructuring! This is just using loans to repay loans."

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His inner voice yelled, "Even the homeroom teacher is involved in lending?"

"Is this how it is? Does this broken school have no normal teachers left?"

Suppressing his anger, Zhang Yu exhaled and said, "Teacher, I think I'll manage this debt myself."

Su Haifeng earnestly advised, "Such a huge sum, how can a child handle it? Sign it, the school will bear it for you."

"Rest assured, the school's installment terms are lenient."

Zhang Yu: "No need, teacher, really no need."

After repeatedly refusing, Zhang Yu simply tossed aside the contract and ran out of the office.

Watching his departing back, Su Haifeng raised his teacup and gently blew over it.

Moments later, picking up the vibrating phone, he said, "He declined."

"Yes, I'll try again later."

"Don't worry, poor people... They'll eventually succumb to collection agencies' tactics and need loans."