Collecting Rent From All Realms, Even Empresses Must Pay Tribute
Ch. 71 - I'm Not the One Getting Beaten Up

No holds barred free combat?

Ye Chuan didn't care about the rules. He just smiled nonchalantly. "Sure, since the money's already transferred, anytime is fine."

He needed to reach the Heaven-Grade Foundation Establishment, and earning an extra two hundred thousand yuan would be nice. The more people challenged him, the better.

"Then this afternoon, same place. I'm looking forward to it," Kim Jong-hee said, then turned around, paused, and smirked.

"Don't run away."

Ye Chuan found this amusing and simply gave him a middle finger.

Seeing Ye Chuan's gesture, Kim Jong-hee's expression darkened.

He would teach this arrogant young man a lesson!

…

"Brother, you have to win! Don't underestimate that guy, he's strange," Huang Haotian said. 

After all, he had experienced Ye Chuan's strength firsthand and knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

That burning hot leg didn't seem like something a normal human could possess.

Although he had more faith in Kim Jong-hee, he still couldn't help but warn him.

Kim Jong-hee was annoyed by Huang Haotian's repeated warnings.

"Huang Haotian, do you have so little faith in me?"

Huang Haotian immediately shook his head, his expression turning slightly panicked. "Brother, of course I believe in you! I'm just worried you'll get hurt."

"Then shut up and watch how I deal with him!" Kim Jong-hee waved his hand dismissively, feeling impatient.

Seeing that Kim Jong-hee wasn't listening, Huang Haotian could only shut up. If he continued, he would be the one getting beaten up.

Meanwhile, Ye Chuan and Luo Xi returned to their classroom.

"Xiaoyu, are you still taking bets?" As soon as they entered the classroom, Ye Chuan immediately asked An Shiyu. 

He had more capital now and could set up his own betting pool. Even with lower odds, he could still earn a decent profit.

An Shiyu spun a pen in her hand, looking bored. "Nope, I got warned. They said this kind of activity isn't allowed in school, so no more bets."

Ye Chuan was surprised. Was she really being so obedient?

He lowered his voice. "Are you really not doing it anymore?"

An Shiyu glanced at Ye Chuan. "We could do it privately, but there wouldn't be many participants, not much profit. You wouldn't want me, the bookmaker, to lose money, would you?"

Hearing this, Ye Chuan gave up. But earning two hundred thousand yuan was already quite good.

He wondered if he could milk Huang Haotian a few more times.

After returning to his seat, Luo Xi lowered her voice and asked,

"ChuanChuan, so your grandfather left you over four hundred thousand yuan?"

No wonder Ye Chuan had suddenly become so rich.

In Luo Xi's eyes, four hundred thousand was an enormous sum, especially since they were still students. 

Most students still relied on their families for living expenses, having no income of their own.

Ye Chuan just chuckled. "I'll become even richer in the future, believe it or not."

Luo Xi nodded repeatedly. "I believe it. My mom said you'll either become rich or end up in jail."

Ye Chuan: "..."

Ye Chuan found the morning classes boring. When the teacher wasn't looking, he simply lay down on Luo Xi's lap, enjoying the soft touch against the back of his head, and yawned, intending to take a nap.

It just so happens that Luo Xi's ample bosom was also convenient for blocking the sunlight when looking up.

Smelling the faint fragrance from her, Ye Chuan quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up, the class was over, and students were passing by in the aisle. 

Seeing Ye Chuan lying on Luo Xi's lap, they all looked at him with envy and jealousy.

As if thinking—

How can this guy be so lucky?

"ChuanChuan, you're awake. I need to use the restroom," Luo Xi said, poking Ye Chuan's cheek gently and smiling sweetly.

Ye Chuan glanced at the time, sat up, and stretched.

After he got up, Luo Xi also stood up, but her legs were numb from having Ye Chuan's head on them for so long, and she had to massage them.

Seeing this, Ye Chuan asked, "Why didn't you wake me up if your legs were numb?"

Luo Xi just shook her head. "You were sleeping so soundly, and the class was almost over, so I wanted you to sleep a bit longer."

Ye Chuan extended his hand. "Come, let me rub them for you."

Luo Xi looked around, then placed her legs on Ye Chuan's lap. "Rub Daddy's legs!"

Ye Chuan chuckled and started massaging Luo Xi's legs. As he did so, he also channeled his spiritual energy to soothe her muscles and blood vessels. Luo Xi felt a warmth and tingling sensation where he touched her.

The fatigue slowly faded, and she soon found that the numbness in her legs was gone.

This surprised her.

Did ChuanChuan have a hidden talent for massage?

"All done," Ye Chuan said, withdrawing his hand.

Luo Xi seemed a bit unsatisfied, moving her legs slightly on his lap. "That's it?"

Ye Chuan said, "I just helped you with your numb legs, didn't you need to use the restroom?"

He paused, then added, "If you like it, I can give you a more thorough massage sometime, every part of your body."

Luo Xi blushed and replied with an "oh," remembering that she needed to use the restroom.

…

There weren't many classes today. After two more classes after lunch break, Ye Chuan arrived at the familiar gymnasium.

This time, there weren't many people, just a few scattered spectators and the members of the Taekwondo and Sanda Clubs.

After all, the Taekwondo Club hadn't publicized this match, just invited a few people.

The moment Ye Chuan appeared, he felt their gazes.

Whoa.

"Not as many people as last time," Ye Chuan remarked, then noticed Kim Jong-hee on the stage.

Kim Jong-hee just beckoned him. "Hey, brat, come here and die. I'll teach you how to respect your seniors."

"Go, ChuanChuan!" Luo Xi cheered.

Ye Chuan just nodded and quickly jumped onto the stage.

"Is that the former president of the Taekwondo Club, the super powerful guy?"

"I don't care, I'm definitely not betting this time."

The spectators whispered amongst themselves.

"Not bad, you actually showed up," Kim Jong-hee grinned, seeing Ye Chuan come up.

"I'm not the one getting beaten up, why would I run?" Ye Chuan shrugged.

Even Kim Jong-hee, who had heard countless trash talk, felt a flicker of annoyance, but he quickly regained his composure.