Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 16 I Like to Deliver a Blow to Geniuses

According to the laws of the North Sea Empire, once people were sold into slavery, their life and death were in the hands of their owner. Slaves had no dignity, and it was not illegal for their owners to chop them up and feed to dogs, not to mention daily beatings and torture.

Wu Xiaofang really harbored evil intention.

However, Lin Beichen had a cell phone which was an incredible tool and if he used it properly, it was not impossible for him to be first among second-graders in the Midyear Competition.

He pretended to think, but in fact he had made up his mind.

Noticing that there was something wrong, the old steward Wang Zhong beside him quickly tugged at Lin Beichen's sleeve, shook his head repeatedly and said in a low voice, "Young Master, don't be fooled. You can't borrow..."

At the sight of this, Wu Xiaofang smiled.

"Lin Beichen, today you easily defeated Feng Lun, a third grade warrior. Obviously you've hidden your true strength. I think you are hoping to get a good place in the Midyear Competition in order to stay in school. After all, there are so many people out of the school, who want to kill you; for you, the only place where is safe is inside the school..."

"But you have no money to afford food. If it goes on like this, you will already faint from hunger before the Midyear Competition. How do you compete?"

"Well, you're going to die anyway, so you might as well accept my help. Then you might have a chance."

"As long as you're alive, as a human being, you have the potential to turn things around."

"What do you think, Lin Beichen?"

After he said these words in one breath, Wu Xiaofang smiled and waited for the answer.

He was very confident of his eloquence.

He was more confident in his plan.

Because, this was an overt scheme.

Even if Lin Beichen had seen through it, the fool had to jump into the trap.

It was not like he had a choice.

After pretending to hesitate for a moment, Lin Beichen put on a desperate look, like a gambler.

"Wu Xiaofang, you son of a bitch, are you helping me? You're totally setting up a trap for me. Do you think I'm a fool? Can't I see such a simple trap? Oh, you look down on me. Do you really think I'll accept your condition in order to borrow money?" He uttered passionately.

On hearing this, Steward Wang laughed in relief and was glad that his Young Master had finally been clever.

However, Lin Beichen suddenly changed his tune and said loudly, "Yes, you guessed it... I'll borrow money from you..."

Wu Xiaofang paused.

The turn in the idiot's remarks was a bit hard to follow.

The average person really couldn't understand what a fool thought.

Steward Wang tried to stop him, but Lin Beichen kicked him out of the way, maintaining his image as a stupid black sheep. He pretended to be angry and swore, "You dog, get out of my way. Don't interfere with me."

"In that case, sign the contract."

Wu Xiaofang just pulled out a draft of the standard contract.

As long as both parties put their handprints on the contract, the contract was in effect, protected by the empire's law.

When they both pressed their handprints, Wu Xiaofang simply took out 20 gold coins and threw them to Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen accepted without hesitation.

"Well, enjoy your last free time, Lin Beichen."

As the contract was signed, Wu Xiaofang stopped pretending.

He looked at Lin Beichen with pity and said slowly, "You know it's a trap. You jumped in so bravely. I don't know whether to praise your decisive manner or call you stupid."

Lin Beichen shook the gold coins. His smile became bigger. "You son of a bitch, do you think I'm going to lose?"

"Isn't it?" Wu Xiaofang said with a proud smile.

"I thought you were one of the top three geniuses in your grade, right? In the last Midyear Competition, you were number one overall, right?" Lin Beichen asked.

"Haha, in the last Midyear Competition, I was just playing around. To my surprise, I got first place."

Wu Xiaofang shrugged.

"Haha, haha, okay, you really know how to pretend. But I like to deliver a blow to people like you."

With a look of utter arrogance, Lin Beichen looked up at the sky, laughed, and said, "Haha, the Midyear Competition will be held on the day after tomorrow. Then, you'll see how stupid you really are. I hope by then you will still be as conceited as you are today, and laugh so happily and proudly."

Wu Xiaofang said, "Deliver a blow to me? Well, I'll wait and see."

Then he turned and left.

"Well, Lin Beichen, actually... You shouldn't have signed the contract."

Mu Xinyue came slowly from the distance, looked at Lin Beichen in front of all the students, with a sorry face, and said, "You don't have a chance to beat Wu Xi, Si Xinlin, and Yue Hongxiang, let alone Wu Xiaofang."

"The goddess is really beautiful and kind."

A lot of students saw this scene, and they couldn't help but secretly praise her in the heart.

This girl again?

Lin Beichen looked at Wu Xiaofang's back thoughtfully.

"Go away and play balls... Oh, sorry, I forget you don't have that."

Then he gave Mu Xinyue the finger.

Before Mu Xinyue could react, he rushed excitedly into the canteen with Wang Zhong, the mournful steward, and began to eat crazily.

Mu Xinyue froze in place.

An hour later, the two men walked out of the canteen, leaning on the wall.

"Young Master, you shouldn't... hic, shouldn't sell yourself. The... the thought of spending the money made me... hic, lose my appetite," the wretched steward said while burping.

"You dog, you've just eaten a whole roast lamb. You said you had no appetite?!"

Lin Beichen was speechless.

"I was changing grief and anger for appetite, hic!"

"Bah, who believes you? You must have been very happy and wanted me to hurry up and put my fingerprints on it when I signed the contract..."

"Young Master, how can you think so badly of me? 'Zhong' in my name means loyalty, and I am known for it..."

"Don't talk nonsense, you dog. Take these 20 silver coins and try to get some tents, toothbrushes, and other articles for daily use. We're going camping on campus these days..."

"Yes, Young Master."

The old steward left happily.

Without hesitation, Lin Beichen took out the gold coins and fully charged the phone.

Looking at the full battery, he felt safe for the first time.

Then he clicked on both apps of the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes and the Intermediate Mystery Energy Condensing Skill and got them both running.

Now everything was ready.

In the afternoon, there were two classes.

One was Herbology and Potion and the other was the Mystery Mark.

They were all theoretical courses.

Of course Lin Beichen wasn't listening to the teachers.

He was filming all the textbooks for the two courses to prepare for the theory exam of the Midyear Competition tomorrow.

Time flew by, and the third day came in the twinkling of an eye.

This Midyear Competition was a united examination for all the junior colleges in Cloudy Dream City.

The so-called united examination was to use the same examination papers, with the same questions and competition rules.

Chapter end