Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 11 is another clichéd satirical plot.

"Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

Yao Zhiai was furious. Covered in colorful skid marks and nails on her face, she looked like Payne with Armament Haki, scaring the students around her into running away.

"How much do you want?"

"Two thousand! Two thousand should be enough to last until the opening ceremony."

"Wow, you're a rich woman. You spend two thousand in two days. Let me teach you a trick. Since you're living at home anyway, you can just eat and drink whatever you want at home. Just be a little sweet-talking to your dad. I don't think parents hold grudges overnight."

Yao Zhi'ai looked just like a wilted pickled cucumber, and slumped back into the chair, her eyes lifeless.

"I've broken ties with my parents. They won't care about me anymore. They'll throw away the leftovers instead of giving them to me. Even the dog eats better than me..."

"The family situations of rich people like us are very complicated, something a poor wretch like you wouldn't understand."

Looking up again, Fu Chen had already reached the entrance of the cafeteria.

Disregarding all decorum, Yao Zhi'ai, realizing she had said the wrong thing, hurriedly chased after Fu Chen and knelt down to beg him to stay.

Fu Chen: "Have you considered doing a paternity test with your parents?"

Yao Zhi'ai shook her head: "What if the test shows a 0% genetic similarity? Wouldn't I be useless then?"

Fu Chen took a step back, scrutinizing the other person again with a newfound respect: "You're finished."

Since humans and bananas share 60% genetic similarity, if Yao Zhiai's genetic similarity to her parents reaches 0%, perhaps she is the extraterrestrial being that people have been searching for.

They have completely transcended three-dimensional space, becoming non-carbon-based life forms that transcend time and space.

Of course, one can also embark on a glorious life evolution and achieve this state.

It seems there's only one person like this in the entire history of Earth.

That is Ark, a true god whose martial arts level surpasses the tenth rank.

The legend of Ark is a significant chapter in Earth's history.

In the last century, Yak was originally the son of a shepherd in the Western Continent. He was found to have no talent for alchemy when he was young.

The West reveres potions and dislikes martial arts, which leads to the high status of alchemists. As a result, Ark, who has no talent for alchemy, can only become an ordinary shepherd.

He entered the martial arts world by chance in his youth, and then experienced all kinds of hardships and difficulties along the way, eventually becoming the only martial artist in the history of Earth who has surpassed the tenth level of martial arts.

People speculate that after surpassing the tenth rank, Ark, hailed as the God of War, had already merged with the world, or become an ideology of a higher dimension…

"Ugh... Please, Fu Chen!..."

The awkward, strained, and grating coquettishness of the "gangster boss" interrupted Fu Chen's thoughts.

"Then what should you call me?"

"Daddy, Father Chen, no, Grandpa Chen!"

Forget it.

After all, we were classmates.

Fu Chen shook his head, intending to quickly deal with Yao Zhi'ai and go home to refine magic potions.

He took out two hundred yuan: "Use it sparingly, I'm leaving."

"Two hundred..." Yao Zhiai held the two red banknotes with difficulty: "Okay, I'll pay you back as soon as possible, Xiao Chen."

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"There's no rush to pay back the money, the most important thing is to do it quickly, Pig Belly."

Yao Zhi'ai looked at him blankly: "Pig's stomach?"

"A pig's belly turned inside out is just shit, just like you turning your back on me as soon as you get the money."

……

Two hundred yuan was a bit of a stretch for Yao Zhi'ai, considering that besides food, she was also going to move out of her home and live at school.

But you can only help in an emergency, not in a lifetime. She has to find a way to earn money herself.

As Fu Chen left the school gate, he thought to himself, then hailed a shared electric scooter from the roadside and went home.

He did not apply for accommodation at Pei Choy Middle School like most students, because the school was only about five kilometers away from his home.

A good school is good in every way, including in terms of teacher resources and location.

Peicai Middle School is located in a remote corner of the new urban area of ​​Lanshan City, which reflects that Fu Chen's family home is not in a very good location either.

When Fu Chen returned to Xinqiao Street, he saw his neighbors who had just finished lunch taking a walk or playing chess.

"You guys are talking about him? The news's on it, haha, Pui Choi High School should be cultivating 'talents' like him!"

"Oh dear, I knew my neighbor next door was a good-for-nothing. Back then, Zhang the Toothless even claimed to be some kind of incarnation of the God of Literature and Martial Arts, which almost made me laugh my teeth out..."

Think about it, his father, who works as a food delivery driver, dropped out of school in elementary school and started working. Look at all those tattoos on his body, and he always dresses in weird and outlandish ways. He doesn't have a decent job.

With such cowardly parents, do they really think their rat son will become king? General!

With a click, Old Wang next door checkmated the old man's pieces.

His words were tinged with emotion, and those around him, echoing Old Wang's comment, teased, "Old Wang, doesn't your son seem to be about the same age as him?"

Old Wang squinted his eyes and started talking again. His stubble beard and drooping eyebrows danced excitedly as he set up the chess pieces, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"My child is only a year older than him. Ugh, don't even mention it. Because we live close by, people have always compared the two of them since they were little. Yes, he went to a better school than my son, and his grades were better..."

But it's all about results, not process. Even if my son isn't the best, he'll still get into one of the top 5 high schools in the city. Look where that other kid went!

Old Wang glared fiercely and exhaled sharply; it was really hard to guess who he was talking about…

No wonder he was ruthless. Fu Chen had always been "the kid next door," and his outstanding brilliance was enough to overshadow the world of those parents.

Having such an outstanding child has caused Old Wang and his wife, along with their son, to live in misery as their neighbors.

I don't know how many nights I've spent frowning and looking miserable because of anxiety, which led to insomnia and a feeling of dejection.

Comparison, jealousy, and hatred are what led to Old Wang's excitement and rebound after Fu Chen's dramatic fall from grace.

At this moment, the other neighbors facing Old Wang noticed that Fu Chen had returned. They didn't remind him, but looked at Old Wang with amusement.

Old Wang continued his rambling: "But to be honest, when it comes to intelligence, Fu Chen seems to have inherited it from his parents. The power of genes is really strong, huh? Rabies usually only incubates for ten years, but his went on for a full fifteen..."

As Old Wang spoke, he looked up and saw Fu Chen staring at him with a lewd grin.

"Uh, ah..." Old Wang's pupils dilated in shock, and it felt like cement had been stuffed into his throat.

Fu Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle Wang is a good man. He's still thinking about us even while playing chess."

Fu Chen stared at him with a lewd grin, making Old Wang extremely uncomfortable. He could only force a smile and say, "Uh...hehe..."

It wasn't until Fu Chen took out the keys and left that Old Wang felt this pressure. He didn't know why he was suddenly under so much pressure; the other person wasn't the genius boy he used to be anymore.

He snorted coldly: "Who cares how smart he was before? Now he's just a fool, a drooling fool! He can't even understand the insults and sarcastic remarks people make."

"Alright, alright, let's play chess."