Chapter 72: The Brother-scamming Fang Yuan
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After joking around with Fang Yuan for a while, it had gotten late in the day.
Having attempted some combat cultivation techniques earlier, Fang Ping was covered in sweat. He just thought about taking a shower when he remembered the Body-strengthening Elixir.
After cultivating, his entire body was relaxed. It was the perfect time to use the Body-strengthening Elixir.
The thought having occurred to him, Fang Ping took a bottle of Body-strengthening Elixir and headed for the bathroom.
Fang Yuan saw him take a bottle of something crystal-colored into the bathroom and could not help muttering to herself. Fang Ping was vainer than he had been in the past.
In the past, Fang Ping never used any cosmetics nor things like shower gels.
Now, he even specially bought new bath products to use. She could tell it was not cheap with just a look at the bottle.
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Fang Ping toyed with the crystal bottle while he entered the bathroom.
For three of these, Wang Jinyang had charged him 500 thousand.
Fang Ping neither understood its value nor knew how much Wang Jinyang had spent to obtain it.
What little Fang Ping did know was that Old Wang was not scamming him. Not only was it not a scam, but Old Wang had also given him a friendly discount.
Sometimes, Fang Ping felt like he could become an appraiser.
Prior to using the elixir, Fang Ping’s stats panel displayed:
Wealth: 4606000
Vitality: 162cal
Mentality: 180Hz
Now, his stats displayed:
Wealth: 4706000
Vitality: 155cal (162cal)
Mentality: 176Hz (180Hz)
His Wealth points increased by 100 thousand!
Based on what Fang Ping understood about the system, this meant he gained a profit of 100 thousand in the purchase of this Body-strengthening Elixir.
He had spent 500 thousand on three bottles of Body-strengthening Elixir, which the system appraised at 600 thousand.
The medicinal pills and elixirs he had gotten in the past were usually valued at two-thirds of the market price. The market price for three bottles of Body-strengthening Elixir probably reached 900 thousand—300 thousand a bottle.
Wang Jinyang had only charged him 500 thousand, which was even lower than the system’s appraisal.
He had thought about secondhand dealing medicinal pills and elixirs before, but he never had the chance to try it out.
This time, Fang Ping now understood that the system would make up for the difference in prices, and it only changed for profitable differences. It would not decrease Wealth points if there was a loss.
In other words, if he were to start a business as a secondhand dealer, he would only lose money if he made a loss and not Wealth points.
However, if he earned a profit, he would earn both money and Wealth points.
Secondhand dealing medicinal pills and elixirs was a good way to earn money. If Wang Jinyang had the right connections, Fang Ping could buy more from him.
Still, Fang Ping knew the matter was not that simple.
Wang Jinyang had exchanged with the school for the Body-strengthening Elixir. Even if Fang Ping did not know all the details, he could guess that it came with other costs.
For instance, perhaps everyone had a fixed quota, or they had to use up something else, like reward points.
Otherwise, all martial arts university students would become secondhand dealers of medicinal pills and elixirs. The schools were not that dumb.
“Unless I need to use them myself, I shouldn’t bother Wang Jinyang.”
Fang Ping spoke inwardly. Old Wang had helped him a lot recently; since the beginning with cultivation guidance, and now with buying medicine.
The favors he was owed from Huang Bin’s matters had long since been used up.
As Wang Jinyang continued helping him, it was Fang Ping who owed Old Wang favors now.
If it were a different time, Fang Ping would not keep shamelessly troubling Wang Jinyang, but Fang Ping was too unfamiliar with the martial sciences, and he could not find someone else to help him out.
He could only depend on Old Wang for now.
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An hour later.
Fang Ping walked out of the bathroom.
Outside, Fang Yuan had just finished tidying the study. She could not help muttering, “Fang Ping, you’re becoming vainer and vainer!
“It’s fine if you bought cosmetics for yourself, but you actually bathed for an hour!
“You’ve always been done in 10 minutes before this!”
As she said this, the girl pinched Fang Ping’s arm. “It looks like it’s a little smoother. Fang Ping, are you going to start doing skincare?”
Fang Ping had no words but was amused. “What are you talking about? Didn’t you see I was cultivating?
“That bottle just now wasn’t cosmetics, it was medicine for cultivating.”
Fang Yuan’s face showed a “you think I am so easy to fool” expression. Who used medicine to cultivate while bathing? Anyway, she did not know.
Fang Ping paid her no mind and analyzed his stats panel again:
Wealth: 4706000
Vitality: 156cal (163cal)
Mentality: 177Hz (180Hz)
After one use of the Body-strengthening Elixir, Fang Ping could not tell if his muscles had absorbed it nor if his body’s strength had increased.
After all, it was a minute increase. Fang Ping had not quite grasped how to keenly examine his body yet.
His Vitality’s limit had increased by 1cal though, which proved the Body-strengthening Elixir had a pretty good effect.
After examining the panel for some time, Fang Ping started to increase his Vitality and Mentality.
Soon after, his stats changed yet again:
Wealth: 4700000
Vitality: 162cal (163cal)
Mentality: 177Hz (180Hz)
The Fang Ping today had become much more familiar with using the system. The body was always generating Vitality, and Mentality would slowly replenish when resting.
After a night of sleep, his Vitality and Mentality should be restored to peak condition by the time he woke up.
As it was, Fang Ping did not waste his Wealth points increasing them to the max.
On the contrary, increasing them to the max would not be good. If he maintained a peak condition at every moment, it would result in insomnia as his Mentality would be scarily abundant.
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During the next few days, Fang Ping revised his cultural studies in the daytime.
At night, he cultivated his stance, “the Methods of Honing”, and combat techniques.
Although achieving a Mentality of over 180Hz did not raise his combat abilities, he became more quick-thinking, his memory was much better, and his comprehension was much stronger too.
Fang Ping had learned cultural studies in the past.
In his past life, his cultural studies were quite good. Despite there being a gap of many years, revising it was much easier than learning it for the first time.
With the help of an abundant Mentality, at the end of May, Fang Ping got a pretty good score on one of his class’s placement tests.
Out of a possible 750 points, Fang Ping had achieved 610 points.
Last year, the National Key Universities’ admission requirement was 593 points.
The paper used for the practice test had a similar difficulty to last year’s National College Entrance Examinations.
Fang Ping’s score of 610 points exceeded the National Key Universities’ admission requirement by nearly 20 points.
With results like these, even if he applied for mere social sciences universities, he would be able to get into a good one.
If he applied for martial sciences universities, as long as his Vitality met the admission requirements, Fang Ping would probably be able to get in.
Combining that with his 149cal assessment results, getting into the Big Two was no issue either.
Once the practice test results were released, some rejoiced and some brooded.
In the front row, Yang Jian was sour-faced. Looking at Fang Ping, his gaze was full of resentment.
He had gotten 580 points for his practice test, which was actually not bad.
Nevertheless, according to this standard, the National Key Universities’ admission requirement was not met, and his Vitality during the assessment had a result of only 116cal.
Under these circumstances, the possibility of being admitted was extremely small.
While Yang Jian was full of resentment, his deskmate Chen Fan was dissatisfied. Ever since Fang Ping signed up for the martial sciences examinations and achieved good results for both the physical assessment and practical test stages, Chen Fan had worked even harder.
This time, Chen Fan had done well. His score was higher than Fang Ping’s at 625 points.
In the past, Chen Fan would have been satisfied.
However, the Fang Ping today was almost definitely going to a martial arts university. Chen Fan knew he had no hope of becoming a martial artist, yet he also did not desire to be thrown too far aside by the other half of the “Mediocre Duo”.
People like Fang Ping and Wu Zhihao were focusing on many at a time while he put all his focus into one, yet his cultural studies were only slightly better than Fang Ping’s and still worse than Wu Zhihao’s.
Wu Zhihao scored 648 points in this practice test, ranking second in class.
First in class was also a martial sciences examinations student, Liu Ruoqi!
Liu Ruoqi scored 660 points!
These martial sciences examinations students had much heavier assignments than they did, yet they could still do so well, filling Chen Fan with a sense of frustration.
Fang Ping could somewhat tell what Chen Fan was thinking.
When the results came out, he had intentionally expressed some envy, griping about how he had burned the midnight oil every night, yet he was still unable to score higher than him.
Fang Ping did not dare to say he never revised cultural studies when he went back at night. If Chen Fan knew about it, Fang Ping was afraid it would be a killing blow to him.
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After school.
Wu Zhihao slung an arm over Fang Ping’s shoulders, full of smiles as he said, “Vacation officially starts tomorrow. Want to go out and play for a couple of days and relax a little?”
His Vitality was assessed to be 120cal, and his practice test results were higher than the National Key Universities’ admission requirements by more than 50 points.
With these results, getting into a martial arts university was probable.
As long as he did not go blank during the test, it was not out of his expectations to be able to enter a martial arts university. The current Wu Zhihao naturally wanted to relax more.
Hearing him say he wanted to go out to play, before Fang Ping could respond, Yang Jian resentfully replied, “Have you considered my feelings?
“During these holidays, I can’t do anything but study.”
Fang Ping rejected the idea as well. “Tomorrow is the first of June—Children’s Day. I need to celebrate it with my family’s kid, so I don’t have time to go out.”
“Pft...”
Wu Zhihao almost choked to death, then roared with laughter. “When you said your family’s kid, you mean your little sister, right?
“Fang Ping, your sister is so interesting!”
Fang Ping shot him a look and said sourly, “You’re not familiar with her. How would you know if she’s interesting or not?”
“I am unfamiliar, but I know someone who is.
“The kid who lives next door to me is a Year 3 Junior at Experimental High School; I’ve heard of your famous little sister.
“I heard your sister sold your autographed portraits at Experimental High School. The kid next door bought one too. I almost died laughing...”
“Get lost! She stopped selling them a long time ago, alright?”
Fang Ping spat out that sentence. He found out about this long ago.
Fang Yuan that little brat had gotten ahold of the leftover ID photos Fang Ping had taken for the National College Entrance Examination and stuck on signatures Fang Ping had left on books, and then she went to sell them at school.
In the beginning, Fang Ping really had no clue, but Fang Yuan had the idea to split the profits and bought a mountain of junk food to bribe Fang Ping.
Fang Ping did not think too much about it at first, but he started suspecting something was not right when he discovered even more junk food in her room.
He only knew of Fang Yuan’s doing after asking some questions.
Fang Ping narrowly avoided being angered to death. He had thought Fang Yuan was joking before and had not taken it seriously.
Consequently, when he went back to the old house and looked around, he found the first pages of his old books torn out where he had written his name.
After asking, he found out the brat had already sold 8 autographed portraits at 100 a picture!
Fang Ping was so angry. ID photos were so ugly!
If you wanted to sell it, could you not at least find a different photo?
His reputation was completely destroyed by the brat.
Fang Ping was too embarrassed to tell others about this matter. Who knew Wu Zhihao already knew about it?
While Wu Zhihao laughed uncontrollably, Yang Jian and the others immediately inquired further as it was the first they heard of it. When they knew the whole story, every single one of them laughed so hard their bodies shook.
Fang Ping’s expression darkened, yet he was not in the mood to deal with them.
However, he was secretly annoyed. He was going to teach that brat a lesson when he got back. The news had even traveled to Sun City No.1 High School, that brother-scamming rascal!