Chapter 123: Arranging Work, Setting Out to Campaign

"Genius training camp?" Qin Ziyi was slightly startled, "I've heard of it; only the most outstanding youths from each city get a chance to join, and in the end one is selected to compete in a national competition."

Lu Jing swallowed the steak on his plate in one bite and, slurring, said, "Hmm, I've been chosen as the representative of Dongchuan Province."

"Huh?"

Qin Ziyi's expression was a bit surprised, then became complicated.

This seemingly ordinary high school student not only has terrifying backing, but also possesses a top‑tier Martial Way talent.

It seems my choice to cooperate with him back then wasn't wrong.

After chatting idly for a while, Qin Ziyi stood up, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

Lu Jing looked up and said lightly, "Hold on, before you go settle the bill for me, and add twenty more steaks."

"Why, last time I treated the guests, now it's your turn, right?"

Qin Ziyi said irritably.

Lu Jing looked up, pointed at himself, and with an innocent face said, "I'm just a high school student, do you expect me to foot the bill?"

"Can you eat that much?"

"If I can't finish it, I'll take it to go."

"Fine."

Qin Ziyi said no more, settled the bill, and left the Western restaurant.

Lu Jing always tries to pull a fast one on her whenever they dine together.

Qin Ziyi resolved that next time they meet she must pick a place that doesn't cost money.

Half an hour later.

Lu Jing, having eaten his fill, walked out, still holding the packed steaks.

When he got home, Lu Leyi was upstairs practicing the new move she learned yesterday.

Lu Jing watched from beside her, occasionally pointing out posture errors.

When Lu Leyi became exhausted, Lu Jing called her over again.

"Today I'll teach you another power‑generation technique that can boost your punch strength."

After speaking, he simplified the flame power a bit, then demonstrated it to Lu Leyi.

The simplified flame power can double punch strength; although it doesn't match the full form's triple boost, it still surpasses all existing power‑generation techniques today.

Lu Leyi watched as Lu Jing casually punched, causing the air before him to crack loudly and visibly warp.

This made her admire her older brother even more.

Her subsequent behavior became even more obedient, heeding Lu Jing's words without question.

Around five past five, Lu Haitao returned home from the Martial Association, and upon entering he hugged Feng Qinru, a smug smile on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing, the kids are watching," Feng Qinru quickly pulled away Lu Haitao's hand and asked concernedly, "What's up today, so happy—was your first day on the job smooth?"

"Smooth, unbelievably smooth—President Xu personally received me, what an honor!"

Lu Haitao's face flushed red, clearly he loved the job.

"As long as the work is satisfying, I'll go make food for the kids."

Feng Qinru rolled up her sleeves, laughed, and walked toward the kitchen; from today she was a full‑time housewife.

"Mom, no need to cook tonight!"

Lu Jing opened the refrigerator, revealing it packed with steaks, and said, "Tonight we eat steak."

"You went out to eat again?"

Feng Qinru looked at the steaks in the fridge and asked puzzled, "These steaks look a lot like the ones you brought back last time."

"Yeah, last time you asked me to treat that friend, these are leftovers."

"Alright, then we'll have steak tonight."

No cooking needed, Feng Qinru was delighted, cheerfully taking the steaks into the kitchen to heat them.

The third day after returning home.

Lu Jing received a call from Zhang Hao early in the morning.

"Where are you?"

"At home......"

"Weren't we supposed to get together? How about I invite a few more classmates?"

Zhang Hao said in an inquisitive tone, "They're all good friends from before, plus a few girls, you know the drill."

Before Lu Jing could speak, Zhang Hao added, "Just the two of us is boring, more people makes it lively!"

Lu Jing isn't very active in class, but Zhang Hao's social network is strong, with many friends he gets along with.

Lu Jing thought of that, didn't refuse, and smiled, "Alright, invite more people, I'll be there at noon on time."

Around eleven in the afternoon.

Lu Jing said hello to his family and headed to the Second Middle School on schedule.

At the school gate he saw Zhang Hao and his group.

Even Leng Yueyue was among them, as well as Si Tianyu, who had been punched and sent flying by Lu Jing in Martial Way class.

They gathered, chatting idly, but the conversation mostly revolved around Lu Jing.

Zhang Hao's sharp eyes spotted Lu Jing from afar; he raised his hand and shouted, "Lu Jing, over here!"

Lu Jing strode over, and everyone greeted him.

"Lu Jing, you're here."

"Brother Jing, long time no see!"

Lu Jing nodded in turn, feeling a bit nostalgic.

After Lu Jing arrived, Zhang Hao waved his hand broadly, "Everyone's here, let's go to the old place for barbecue; after we eat we'll go sing, we won't go home until we're drunk today!"

Everyone echoed the sentiment, accompanied by laughter and chatter, and walked toward the barbecue shop beside the school.

These high school students who rarely drank alcohol grabbed two bottles of white wine and also carried several cases of beer.

While the barbecue was still unfinished, some of them began to solemnly toast with drinks.

And Lu Jing was naturally the focal figure, with people occasionally standing up to have a drink with him.

He also didn't refuse, and the abundant Blood Qi gave him some immunity to alcohol; otherwise, before the barbecue arrived, he would have already been drunk.

After Si Tianyu and everyone else finished their toasts, they slowly stood, lifted their wine glasses, walked to Lu Jing, and gave a deep bow.

"Jing bro, we had a misunderstanding before; let me toast you now!"

Lu Jing was slightly startled, realizing that he was referring to the Martial Way class.

"It's all minor, it's already over; I'll toast you too—wish you a bright future!"

The two exchanged smiles and drained the beer in their glasses in one gulp.

Zhang Hao had also drunk a lot; his alcohol effect was kicking in, his face flushed as he clutched Lu Jing and shouted loudly:

"We three years of high school classmates are about to go our separate ways; some will take the entrance exam for Martial University, others will start working—after today, who knows if we'll meet again—shall we have one more drink together?"

"Alright!"

"Cheers!"

Everyone rose in turn, raising their glasses.

Though smiles were on their faces, many felt ripples stirring inside.

Though they were all classmates, there were still class distinctions.

Lu Jing and Leng Yueyue are certain to be accepted 100% into a prestigious Martial University, with limitless futures, becoming lofty, untouchable figures.

As for them...

Even the standout among them, Si Tianyu, has only just reached the admission Blood Qi threshold for Martial University.

Those with Blood Qi a bit lower can only gamble on a final chance, hoping to get into a shoddy Martial University.

Those even lower have already decided whether to do manual labor or enter a factory.