Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 10 Will an Honest Man Take Over?

"It's getting late, I should head back."

A gentle breeze rustled the willow branches, and taking advantage of this rare moment of coolness in the summer, Fu Chen put away the "lubricant," the ingredient for the [Small Knife Pulls Butt] potion that had been the focus of everyone's attention.

I'm getting ready to say goodbye to my new classmates.

"Wait a minute."

As soon as Fu Chen went downstairs, he heard Yao Zhiai's voice.

She jogged to catch up with Fu Chen and patted him on the shoulder familiarly. His body, which had no spiritual power whatsoever, was actually shaken by the girl's pat…

Their bodies sank down.

"What's wrong?"

"Since we're already here, why not take this opportunity to eat at the cafeteria?" Yao Zhi'ai stared at herself.

"No, I'll eat at home." Fu Chen didn't want to eat at the cafeteria at all.

Suddenly, the task refreshed.

Task 1: Have a heart-to-heart talk with a classmate to unlock 5 hours of potion-making ability (can be stored), and learn the crafting method and all the crafting materials for the green potion "Positive Spirit".

[Positive and Uplifting]: Blue-grade potion, one batch of crafting materials can be used to craft 300ml of potion.

Efficacy: 30ml dose, without visual impairment, revitalizes bear wind.

It's so hard to guess the gender of the person who rated this potion.

Does she even understand?

This incredibly powerful potion is only rated as blue? Is this some kind of joke?

Fu Chen was furious.

Potions are divided into seven grades: white, blue, green, purple, orange, red, and gold.

The difficulty of refining, the efficacy, and the rarity of the required refining materials gradually increase.

Fu Chen's current alchemist level is advanced six stars. Although he is at the third level of alchemists, he is exceptionally talented. If his skills were not restricted, he would be able to barely refine the purple low-level magic potion [Little Knife Pulls Butt].

Therefore, being positive and optimistic makes things easier.

Not worrying about the potion's level, Fu Chen was eager to try.

The main reason is that this stuff is definitely one of the best-selling and top-quality potions among all potions!

However, the ingredients are very tricky, requiring 200 ml each of gecko and hamster.

Tell me, isn't that tricky?

Therefore, prices have remained high.

This is a great opportunity to make money, so let's have a more in-depth discussion with Yao Zhi'ai.

Yao Zhi'ai dragged Fu Chen along the path to the asphalt road lined with two rows of neat sycamore trees, their destination being the Peicai canteen a few hundred meters away.

Looking at the parents and classmates coming and going, even though the child was admitted to such an embarrassing and worthless school, at least the whole family was together.

It was only then that Fu Chen suddenly realized that other families had parents accompanying them to complete the enrollment process.

What about Yao Zhi'ai?

However, Fu Chen suppressed his curiosity and did not ask any further questions.

The sycamore trees at both ends of the road are in full bloom, their pinkish-purple flowers are vibrant and charming, but their smell has never been very pleasant.

Keep walking, and the cafeteria will be at the end.

Although the food serving window wasn't outsourced, it was probably staffed by relatives of the management, because a single serving of one meat dish and one vegetable dish cost eighteen yuan.

Furthermore, Fu Chen only glanced at the dishes and found them to be of poor quality. He could smell a refrigerator and antique odor from afar. Even if his mother, the chef, was willing to add some chili peppers, it wouldn't be so easy to smell them.

This is why Fu Chen dislikes eating in the school cafeteria; anyone could guess what the cafeteria at Pei Cai Middle School is like.

Fu Chen casually ordered three dishes, but not fish. What if he found a note inside the fish that read "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king"?

After ordering, he was about to pay when Yao Zhiai smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Fu Chen, let's pay together after I get my food."

Wow, I'm getting to eat the rich woman's food again. Fu Chen is happy.

But what does it mean when Yao Zhi'ai sat down with her food tray right after getting her food?

Fu Chen: "??"

Yao Zhi'ai: "You're treating me to a meal, but I don't have any money."

"??"

"My father-in-law stopped my credit card, and now I have no source of income."

"My father-in-law also stopped me from having dinner the night before last."

Yao Zhi'ai roared in anger: "That's a fucking security guard in the residential complex!"

Yao Zhi'ai was somewhat embarrassed: "To be honest... although my family is indeed rich, it's because I'm not well-liked."

No one in my family wants to take care of me now, so I only have a place to stay. I have to take care of everything myself, from food and clothing to daily necessities.

Fu Chen took another look at the nails and tattoos on his body, and nothing seemed strange anymore.

Fu Chen asked with concern, "Aren't your family worried about your survival?"

Yao Zhi'ai nonchalantly put her hands on her hips and said, "My dad said if I need money, I can sell myself."

Fu Chen nodded thoughtfully: "666".

"No wonder you all say that reality is cold and cruel."

Yao Zhi'ai retorted angrily, "That was said by those subculture bastards!"

Fu Chen was very concerned about Yao Zhi'ai: "If your family doesn't care whether you live or die, you'll only be able to find an honest man to take you in, but you have so many tattoos..."

With a sigh, Fu Chen paid the bill with a heavy heart. The two sat down facing each other and chatted for a while, their conversation filled with aggression and playfulness.

"Honestly, your reasoning is quite logical..."

Fu Chen picked up a piece of chicken, chewed it, and then unceremoniously spat it onto the table. It looked like it had been sitting there for three or four years. He took a sip of water to rinse his mouth and continued:

"I'm serious, you don't look like the kind of student who would end up at this school."

Yao Zhi'ai, who was still wolfing down her food, stopped and slightly raised her head, but the green hair on her forehead blocked Fu Chen's view.

This prevented him from looking directly into Yao Zhi'ai's eyes.

"What's your purpose?" Fu Chen asked.

"And what about you?" Yao Zhiai asked in return.

Fu Chen threw away the 18-yuan serving of Shangzhou frozen meat and rice dishes from the cafeteria, and answered earnestly:

"Didn't I already say to complete the system's tasks?"

Yao Zhi'ai looked up without saying a word, and after a long while, she let out a loud "hahaha" sound.

"Hahahaha...!"

Seeing her laugh, Fu Chen couldn't help but burst into wild laughter as well.

"Can you lend me some money, Brother Chen?"

Fu Chen stopped laughing.

"Do you know that saying things like that is hurting our feelings and friendship?"

Brothers are in our hearts; let's not talk about money, and let's not lend money.

At that moment, a flowing sound echoed in my mind.

Complete Task 1: Have a heart-to-heart talk with a classmate, unlock 5 hours of potion-making ability (can be stored), and learn the crafting method and all the materials for the green potion "Positive Spirit".

Hey hey hey.

Fu Chen rubbed his hands together like a fly. He was back! Everything was back!

He couldn't wait to go home and brew the two magic potions, "Little Knife Pulls Butt" and "Positive Spirit".

"Hey, Brother Chen, can you hear me? Lend me some money, or I'll really end up selling myself like my dad said."

"I promise you. I'll repay you tenfold when I have money in the future."

Fu Chen pondered for a moment, then said, "Fine, since you helped me complete the task."

He took out a wad of crumpled hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, probably several thousand yuan, and Yao Zhi'ai's eyes lit up.

What does his parents' poverty have to do with him? Fu Chen, on the other hand, has plenty of ways to make money.

Fu Chen licked his fingers, then began to count: one, two, three…

Keep counting until the sixtieth page…

Huh? I didn't expect Fu Chen to be so Silverwing?

Knowing she was a rich girl and used to spending money lavishly, she would borrow several thousand dollars at a time.

True brothers!

When Fu Chen counted to the eightieth card, Yao Zhi'ai stuck out her tongue, and saliva was about to drip from her mouth.

Fu Chen raised his hand, and Yao Zhi'ai immediately stood up, bowed humbly, stretched out her hands, and wore a fawning smile.

however…

When Fu Chen counted to the eighty-fifth bill, he handed the five-yuan bill wrapped inside to Yao Zhiai.

Yao Zhi'ai picked up the five-yuan bill.

"fuck your mother."