A Guide for Background Characters to Survive in a Manga

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Hearing Su Bei’s words, the crowd’s expressions varied. What did he mean by “he must win, even if he can’t”? Could Su Bei have the ability to control the outcome of the match? At least, that’s what Jiang Tianming thought.

He suddenly realized that these abilities, which appeared to be “prophecies,” were not as simple as they seemed. He had naturally noticed something off about Feng Lan’s performance in the arena before and had guessed the truth. The opponent’s “prophecy” was definitely not as straightforward as they had previously understood.

And now, it seemed that Su Bei’s ability had only shown the tip of the iceberg.

The others also had similar thoughts and no longer tried to persuade him, instead turning their attention to the arena. They were curious to see how Wu Jin would win this match with such a stark disparity.

As they had initially predicted, Wu Jin was steadily losing ground, and before long, he was pushed to the edge of the arena by an opponent with double the physical strength, nearly about to be pushed off.

Was Su Bei about to face defeat? Jiang Tianming watched the situation on the field while his mind wandered. He couldn’t think of any way for Wu Jin to win.

However, in the next second, the situation changed dramatically!

Wu Jin suddenly closed his mouth and squatted down, leaving his opponent frozen in place. As if blinded, he completely failed to notice Wu Jin right beneath his feet.

The blue-haired boy looked at his outstretched hands in confusion, scanning the area. Finding no one, he scratched his head, puzzled: “Where did he go? Did I already push him off? Or did he fall by himself? Maybe it happened too fast for me to notice.”

That was the only explanation he could think of. Otherwise, what? Was his opponent invisible? That would be a joke, just a student from Class F.

With that thought, the blue-haired boy smiled triumphantly, swaggering off the stage, waiting for the referee to declare his victory. The referee would only come down early to make a call if there was a dispute on stage. For an undisputed victory like his, the announcement would come after both parties had left the stage.

However, to his surprise, there was dead silence outside the ring. The few spectators watching the match were not looking at him or the stage, but at a handsome blond boy.

What was happening? Why was his limelight stolen by someone else?

The blue-haired boy, somewhat dissatisfied, wanted to regain everyone’s attention. But before he could take two steps, he heard footsteps coming from behind, from the direction of the stage.

Turning around, he saw Wu Jin, whom he thought he had knocked off the stage, slowly walking down from it.

“What?” he exclaimed in shock, “How are you still on the stage!”

It was then he belatedly realized that he might have been tricked.

Before he could get an answer, the referee approached and announced the result: “Wu Jin wins.”

“No! This can’t be!” The blue-haired boy refused to accept reality, grabbing Wu Jin’s collar, his face turning red, “What’s your ability? How did you disappear just now?”

Most students never thought to gather information about other students’ abilities from the school walls. Only a few with sharp minds like Su Bei were in the minority. Otherwise, the blue-haired boy wouldn’t have suffered such a setback.

The referee promptly pulled him away, warning, “No attacking classmates off the stage, or next time it won’t be just a warning.”

Fighting in school could lead to deduction of points or even expulsion.

After the warning, the blue-haired boy calmed down a bit but still stared at Wu Jin, demanding an answer. It wasn’t that he couldn’t accept defeat; he genuinely didn’t understand how he lost.

Although victorious, Wu Jin’s face showed no joy, still very somber. In a tone so flat it seemed devoid of inflection, he answered, “It’s ‘Invisibility.'”

He was smart not to reveal the drawback of “only being invisible when silent.” Although this drawback wasn’t fatal, and even if revealed, others couldn’t exploit it to counter him. But keeping a card hidden is always good, just in case he encountered someone with an ability to counter his.

With the answer, the blue-haired boy finally understood how he lost. At that moment, Wu Jin hadn’t fallen off the stage as he thought, but had used his ability to vanish from perception. Like a fool, he assumed he had already won, stepping off the stage and handing over the victory.

He had sensed something was off at the time; why didn’t he persist just a bit longer?

Reflecting on this, he snorted like a bull, taking a long while to calm his rage. Finally, he glared at the boy who had defeated him and walked away with large, determined strides.

Wu Jin, the victor, silently glanced at Jiang Tianming and the others. Even though he knew they were watching his match, he left without any greeting.

And Jiang Tianming and the others didn’t bother with pleasantries either; they were still immersed in the shock Su Bei had brought them.

Only after all the parties had left did Jiang Tianming take a deep breath, his expression complex as he turned back to Su Bei: “Does his victory have anything to do with you?”

He could tell that Wu Jin’s win was the result of his strategy paying off, playing the underdog to great effect. But Su Bei’s earlier words made him wonder, could all this have been guided by Su Bei from behind the scenes?

Especially since he had summoned a strange gear earlier, and his powers were definitely related to gears. Now that the gear had disappeared, Jiang Tianming couldn’t help but think it had played some role.

However, Su Bei just shrugged, an innocent and sincere look on his face: “Not at all.”

He was telling the truth, but unfortunately, no one believed him. Given his performance just now, who would believe that all this had nothing to do with him?

No one spoke again; everyone was caught in a brainstorm. Even Mo Xiaotian just curiously watched Su Bei, without further questioning.

“Aren’t you afraid of losing your bet?!” “Comic Sense” was nearly scared to death. Although he knew that Wu Jin would definitely win this round, the problem was that Su Bei didn’t know!

“Comic Sense” couldn’t fathom how Su Bei dared to boast so boldly without knowing. Wasn’t he afraid of crashing and burning?

If Wu Jin had lost, then everything Su Bei had said would have been a joke. “Comic Sense” couldn’t even imagine what would become of his persona then.

Bearing the gazes of others, whether surprised, admiring, or inquisitive, Su Bei still wore a nonchalant expression, though he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief inside.

He had won the bet!

Hearing “Comic Sense’s” question, Su Bei’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly: “Isn’t a 99% chance worth the bet?”

He wasn’t wrong; if the chance of victory was indeed 99%, it was certainly worth the gamble. If one feared even a 1% risk, then there was no point in playing; better to concede defeat.

On this point, “Comic Sense” and Su Bei shared the same thought. No matter how dire the consequences of failure, as long as the chance of success was high enough, it was worth the risk.

But “Comic Sense” was puzzled: “Where did you get this 99% chance from? As far as I know, everything about Wu Jin’s character has been pure speculation on your part so far, right? The only thing that could confirm your guess is his joining Si Zhaohua’s team, and even that was Zhao Xiaoyu’s doing.”

“At first, I speculated that he had an important role in the comic, giving it a 50% chance of success. When he joined Si Zhaohua’s team, that probability became 100%. He’s definitely an important character with a significant part to play,” Su Bei explained inwardly.

The team led by Shi Zhaohua is designed to contrast with the protagonist group, so its members must keep winning. Only then, when they lose to the protagonist group, will the impact of their defeat be felt. Therefore, Wu Jin has a 95% chance of winning this match.

This analysis makes sense. The “Comic Consciousness” already feels that this is enough to bet on. But it still asks, “What about the last 4%? Didn’t you just say 99%?”

“The last 4% is because he has been talking ever since he entered the stage. His ability is ‘Silence is Silence,’ so speaking continuously is obviously a temporary measure to conceal his ability while waiting for the right moment,” Su Bei says with his hands in his pockets and a smile in his eyes. “In other words, he has the heart to win.”

Now the “Comic Consciousness” fully understands. Wu Jin, by design, should not lose, and with his desire to win, losing would be difficult.

In fact, it could already be 100%, but Su Bei insists there’s still a 1% chance the author might have a whim. Authorial whims are common these days and cannot be hastily ignored.

“You’re impressive,” the “Comic Consciousness” concedes once again, fully feeling the power of that 3%. It now believes 100% that if anyone can save the world, it can only be Su Bei.

After it disappears, Su Bei closes his eyes to calm his racing heart. No matter how confident he is, facing such severe consequences of failure, it’s hard not to feel nervous.

Fortunately, his gamble paid off, and he didn’t waste the information that “Wu Jin might be an important character.”

While sorting through the information he had, Su Bei pondered how to use this piece. Admittedly, it seemed useless and inaccurate, something that could be discarded. But given the scarcity of resources at his disposal, he had to make the most of what he had.

Yet he had no clue, certainly not about telling Jiang Tianming to get on good terms with Wu Jin directly.

It wasn’t until he saw Wu Jin step onto the arena that Su Bei had a sudden epiphany about the correct use of this information.

After a brief consideration, Su Bei decided on his plan. Although the consequences of failure were almost unbearable, the high probability of success and the substantial benefits made him willing to take the risk.

Now that he has succeeded and the reward is in hand, Su Bei is already thinking about how to guide public opinion on the forums.

Next up are the matches of Mo Xiaotian, Wu Mingbai, Lan Subing, and Jiang Tianming.

As a member of Class A, Mo Xiaotian was matched against someone from Class B. With a few transparent blocks set up, he easily blocked the opponent’s path. The opponent, capable of unleashing a formidable flame attack, was completely blocked by the transparent blocks. With no other option, the opponent kept retreating and, without paying attention, fell off the arena.

After Mo Xiaotian stepped down, everyone went to eat together. It was now noon, and the second half would start at two in the afternoon. They would return then.

During the meal, Jiang Tianming finally asked the question everyone was curious about: “So Xiaotian, what exactly is your ability?”

“It’s ‘Air,’ but currently, I can only solidify a small part of it,” Mo Xiaotian answered without any intention to hide, responding truthfully to Jiang Tianming’s inquiry.

Hearing about this ability, everyone couldn’t help but gasp. ‘Air’! What a terrifying ability! Everyone needs air, and if someone could control it, it would be like holding the lifeline of human survival.

Without a doubt, this was an extraordinarily powerful ability.

“An ability like ‘Air’ is only in Class A, how strong must the members of Class S be?” Wu Mingbai’s face, usually bright with a cheerful smile, was now muttering to himself in a rare solemn tone.

The others around him heard his words and fell into silence. Indeed, an ability like ‘Air’ seemed invincible to them, with such a high potential. Could there possibly be abilities beyond it?

“Maybe there’s actually no Class S?” Jiang Tianming said uncertainly.

As far as the public knew, there were only Classes F through A; there was no such thing as Class S. It was just a rumor that someone had started, and everyone had come to accept this speculation. But no one really knew if Class S existed.

“That’s impossible.” The first to refute this idea was surprisingly Mu Tie Ren, “I’ve asked our homeroom teacher about this before, and judging by his attitude, I think there must be a Class S.”

As the class president, he undoubtedly knew more about the academy than the other students. Since he said so, it seemed that the existence of Class S was real.

Su Bei was also pondering over Class S. From the comics, he knew that the current Class F homeroom teacher, Meng Huai, had taught several sessions of Class S. So the existence of Class S was beyond doubt.

But as Wu Mingbai said, if an ability as strong as ‘Air’ could only be placed in Class A, how powerful must the abilities of Class S be?

Suddenly, Jiang Tianming turned to Su Bei: “Su…”

He hesitated after calling the name, feeling too distant to call him Su Bei, especially since Su Bei had helped them, and they were now on the same team. It felt awkward to address him like a stranger. But what else could he call him? It wasn’t easy to foster a close relationship with a two-character name.

Suddenly, Jiang Tianming thought of Mo Xiaotian, who always called Su Bei “Brother Bei,” which wasn’t bad, though it felt a bit embarrassing to say out loud.

After a moment’s hesitation, Jiang Tianming still asked politely, “Su Bei, do you know about the existence of Class S?”

Su Bei didn’t know, and he was curious. But he knew he couldn’t let on that he didn’t know about Class S.

Class S hadn’t made an appearance yet, which meant he could completely change it through the comics. But if he admitted his ignorance now, not only would it diminish his own mystique, at least not as mysterious as Class S, but he would also lose this opportunity.

So even if he didn’t know, he had to “know.”

“I know,” Su Bei said calmly.

Hearing this, everyone’s eyes lit up; they knew Su Bei must know about Class S! It always seemed like there was nothing he didn’t know.

“Brother Bei is so awesome, knowing all this!” Mo Xiaotian cheered, “How strong are the abilities of Class S!”

This question is actually quite difficult to answer. Su Bei isn’t clear about the specifics of Class S, but he must not speak ill of their abilities. Due to the information gap, comic readers wouldn’t doubt his words, after all, they couldn’t possibly imagine that someone in the comic is deliberately deceiving them.

That is to say, if he spoke, the comic readers might very well believe him.

This world is inherently one where nightmare beasts are stronger than humans. If he carelessly weakens humans further, then it’s all over.

So, if he really has to give an answer, he can only speak highly, not lowly. Who knows where the limit of Class S lies? Su Bei is truly afraid that he’s a frog in a well, underestimating others.

Eh?

He suddenly thought of a question: since he could use the comic to weaken the people of Class S, why couldn’t he use the comic to weaken the beasts? If he could do that, wouldn’t the world crisis be directly resolved?

Su Bei became excited at once, eager to ask the “Comic Consciousness.” However, he still had the problem at hand to deal with and couldn’t spare the time just yet.

After some thought, Su Bei’s eyes lit up, and he said mysteriously, “What’s the rush now? Besides, Class S might not necessarily be stronger than Class A.”

Even without knowing anything, this statement would certainly be true. Class S might not be stronger than Class A, just as he from Class F could defeat Green Hair from Class C. With proper planning, even a rabbit can kill a tiger.

It seemed like he indeed revealed some insider information, but at the same time, it seemed like he said nothing at all.

In any case, the protagonist group didn’t catch on to his bluff; they all looked thoughtful. They interpreted Su Bei’s answer to mean, “The abilities of Class S are not that powerful, but they are very special.”

What kind of special would warrant a class of their own?

After dinner, everyone returned to their dormitories. As soon as he entered the dormitory, Su Bei began frantically knocking on the “Comic Consciousness.” Although he had calmed down along the way, he guessed that his speculation was unlikely to succeed, but it was still a hope.

After hearing his question, the “Comic Consciousness” indeed gave a negative answer: “You can’t change the fundamental framework of the world, and the strength of the nightmare beasts over humans is a result of that basic setting.”

Basic setting?

Su Bei raised an eyebrow: “So what is this basic setting?”

“I can’t tell you, you have to discover it on your own.” The “Comic Consciousness” really wanted to tell Su Bei the basic setting, but since Su Bei is a character in the comic, there are many things it can’t directly tell him.

Hearing this, Su Bei couldn’t help but sigh, but he also realized that this basic setting must be related to the nightmare beasts. Perhaps after the monthly exam, he should investigate the information on the nightmare beasts.

There are too many unknowns; it’s better to focus on reality first. Su Bei composed himself and looked towards the arena; it was Wu Mingbai’s turn to go on stage.

Wu Mingbai is a student of Class D, but anyone with clear eyes knows that his “Earth Element” has a very high limit. With a single Wuxing element as his ability, as long as his mental strength is sufficient and he doesn’t develop incorrectly, his future limit is unpredictable.

But likewise, the threshold for this special ability is quite high. If one’s mental strength is weak, or if they stray off course, then becoming a mere earth-digging master after graduation is not uncommon.

Therefore,

Elemental abilities with little offensive power, such as [Earth Element] or [Wood Element], are directly placed in Class D. [Water Element] and [Gold Element] are relatively special, assigned to Class C. And the [Fire Element], the ability of the person Mo Xiaotian fought, due to its strong offensive nature, is sorted into Class B.

After the monthly exams, it’s expected that these people will be reclassified.

After a nap, Su Bei glanced at the time. The next match was Wu Mingbai’s, scheduled for three in the afternoon. Seeing that the time was nearly upon him, Su Bei headed to the sports field. Upon arrival, he saw that others were already there.

Soon, the match began. Wu Mingbai’s opponent was a student from Class B. Su Bei had only purchased the abilities of Classes C and D; the abilities of students in Classes A and B were unknown to all.

In fact, he could have pooled money with others to buy the information, but Su Bei felt it unnecessary. Judging from the abilities data of Classes C, D, and F provided by the school wall, his biggest source of intelligence should be the school’s enrollment records.

But the upper limit of abilities in Classes A and B was already high, and a week’s worth of changes could be significant. For example, Mo Xiaotian’s opponent, who Mo Xiaotian knew about from the AB class battles before the monthly exams.

His ability was [Fire Element], which at the time of enrollment was described as being able to release flames from the palm. But just now on the stage, the opponent did more than release flames; he could also cover his body with fire and throw fist-sized fireballs.

Blindly trusting their enrollment introductions could lead to significant losses. Hence, pooling money to buy information would be a loss.

Back to the field, not knowing his opponent’s ability made Wu Mingbai extremely cautious. He hopped and skipped around the edge of the ring, appearing carefree, yet he refused to make a move.

His opponent was a purple-haired girl, a student from Class B, who was equally cautious. Faced with the overly cheerful Wu Mingbai, she showed some disdain but didn’t dare to attack rashly.

The two walked around the edge of the field twice, yet neither made a move.

The onlookers below grew tired of watching, and a boy complained, “What are these two dawdling for? Just go for it! That guy, what’s wrong with him, hesitating like that? And that girl, a Class B big shot scared of a Class D?”

Jiang Tianming and others couldn’t help but glance at him. Lan Subing couldn’t resist typing, “Why don’t you watch another ring?”

The mechanical female voice startled the boy, who stepped back before seeing Lan Subing with her phone, looking at him with a white scarf.

“Hmph, you think I don’t want to leave?” The boy quickly recovered his mood, venting excitedly, “I’ve placed a bet on this ring! Do you know how hard it is to find a ring with such a big class difference and still so few people paying attention?”

He had already seen it; betting on that boy meant he could earn a bit no matter what. With this thought, the boy’s face beamed with confidence: “This round, I’m sure to make a small fortune!”

After hearing his words, Jiang Tianming and the others exchanged glances and simultaneously took out their phones to start fiddling.

The boy immediately became alert: “What are you doing? You’re not going to bet on that girl, are you?”

If more people bet on the girl, his share of the points would definitely decrease.

Jiang Tianming shook his phone with a smile, “You’ve reminded us, we’ll place our bets on that boy.”

The boy was stunned. Upon refreshing his phone, indeed, there were four more bets on Wu Mingbai, making it five people now.

“Have you lost your minds?” he couldn’t help but widen his eyes, pointing at Wu Mingbai on the stage, “He’s from Class D.” Then pointing at the girl with purple hair, “She’s the one from Class B, didn’t you get it mixed up?”

Watching Jiang Tianming and the others not showing the regret he anticipated, the boy was puzzled. But soon, he cheered up, “Well, suit yourselves, the more people bet on him, the better.”

The more points bet, the more he would earn. It’s usually so hard to accumulate points, but this time, he was going to make a big score!

While they were talking, the situation on the stage finally changed. The impatient one was still the girl with purple hair. She felt that with the strength of Class B, there was no need to be so cautious against the brown-haired boy who was darting around like a fool.

With that thought, she flipped her wrist, and a brush appeared out of nowhere. The brush was as long as an arm, with simple patterns carved on the handle, looking ancient and majestic. The brush tip was full of ink, ready to drip.

The girl with purple hair brandished the brush in the air, gracefully writing the character “刀” (knife). In the next second, the ink in the air twisted, gradually forming a sharp long knife.

At the same time, the girl’s complexion turned pale, obviously due to the excessive consumption of mental energy. However, she was not worried, instead, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.

This was her special ability, “Magic Brush Ma Liang,” where anything she wrote or drew with the brush, under the influence of mental power, could materialize in reality.

However, her mental power was too weak at the moment, so she could only write characters in one direction. For this arena match, she had specifically chosen the direction of weapons. And “knife” was the easiest to write among all weapons, with a very powerful attack, very suitable for her as a beginner.

In the arena, it was a piece of cake for someone with a weapon to fight someone without one.

Watching the long knife about to take shape and fall, the girl’s expression became more certain. As long as she got the weapon, victory was assured.

But in the next second, the situation changed abruptly!

A column of earth suddenly rose from the ground at high speed, heading straight for the knife. Before the girl could react, it touched the forming knife.

The long knife, which should have fallen vertically, was deflected directly towards Wu Mingbai due to the touch.

Wu Mingbai did not miss the opportunity he created. He leaped up, raised his hand, and firmly grasped the long knife. He looked down, weighed the knife with a smile, and sincerely admired, “What a fine knife!”

“Who asked for your compliment?” The girl with purple hair was almost infuriated, “Give me back my knife!”

This was the knife she had forged with nearly all her spiritual energy. To have it snatched away so easily—how could that be acceptable? She knew she might not have enough spirit left to craft another. Without this knife, she was bound to lose this round.

Just as the girl had thought, fighting unarmed against someone with a weapon was like a joke.

But Wu Mingbai was no fool. How could he possibly return the weapon to her? He nodded with a smile, “I’ll give it back to you after I leave the arena.”

“Who would need it by then!” The girl was infuriated once more. She knew she probably couldn’t retrieve the knife. After all, wasn’t it her own lack of skill that allowed someone to steal her creation?

Indeed, Wu Mingbai turned a deaf ear to her previous words, holding the knife while walking towards her and asking, “Do you choose to concede defeat yourself, or shall the judge do it for you later?”

The judge stepping in to concede meant the girl was at risk of a fatal blow.

Hearing this, the girl’s face grew even paler. But she was not willing to admit defeat in this monthly exam so easily, so despite the dire situation, she attempted to negotiate, “Wait, listen to me.”

Knowing her spirit wouldn’t recover in time and victory was in his grasp, Wu Mingbai tilted his head like a cat, toying with his opponent, “Speak.”

The purple-haired girl didn’t care what he thought; she clung to her last chance of winning, “You know your victory over me was just a fluke, and your future opponents may not be as careless as I was. You’re from Class D, and you’re likely to fail tomorrow. But I’m different; I have a real chance of making it to the top 50. If you let me win this time, we can make a contract. I’ll give you half… no, three-fifths of the reward. What do you say?”

The purple-haired girl was indeed clever. She assessed the situation accurately. If Wu Mingbai were just an ordinary Class D student, he might have been swayed by her words.

But one can’t always rely on tricks in a match, nor can one always be careless. For a Class D student to break into the top 50 with their special abilities was nearly impossible.

In such a case, it might be better to let her win. If she really made it to the top 50 and got 50 points, he could effortlessly gain 30 points—a tidy profit.

Unfortunately for the girl, she faced Wu Mingbai. He was not one to place his hopes on others.

So, feigning regret, he shook his head, “Sorry, even if I lose tomorrow, I’d rather lose by my own hand.”

His words, coupled with his appearance, had the air of a hot-blooded manga protagonist. But those who knew his true nature understood that he was likely mocking her, suggesting that even if she won today, she would lose tomorrow.

The outcome was no longer in doubt, and the crowd turned away their gaze. Only the boy who had bet on the purple-haired girl watched the arena stubbornly, hoping for a miracle.

But his hopes were impossible in the face of Wu Mingbai. When the judge declared Wu Mingbai the winner, the light in the boy’s eyes shattered.

“No! This can’t be true!” In a scene straight out of a manga, the boy knelt, hands clutching his head, “All my hard-earned 50 points!”

The purple-haired girl walked over, dispirited, and seeing someone else upset for her, joined him in his sorrow, “Wahhh! To think I’d fail in the first round! How miserable!!!”

Su Bei’s face was streaked with black lines. Once again, he had truly had enough of this comic world!

The awkwardness baffled him, and he questioned the “comic consciousness” in his mind: “Why do I feel embarrassed? Aren’t I also a person from this comic world? Why can I realize that this behavior is foolish?”

“Because you have come into contact with the third dimension,” the “comic consciousness” replied blandly. “Once you touch the third dimension, you will detach from the consciousness of the two-dimensional world.”

Hearing this, Su Bei couldn’t help but sigh, immediately alerting the people nearby. Jiang Tianming turned his head sharply like a startled black cat, asking in alarm, “Why are you sighing?”

What could possibly make Su Bei sigh?!

Upon hearing him, the others also turned their heads, all wearing faces of cat-like surprise.

Su Bei paused for a moment, then found an excuse to explain casually: “You guys split the points with me this time?, which is much less than what we earned before.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Xiaotian said happily, “I plan to bet with you next time, Brother Bei!”

Thinking of the miraculous ability Su Bei had displayed last time at Wu Jin’s, Wu Ming’s eyes lit up. He nodded along with Mo Xiaotian, looking like a pair of happy brothers: “Earn points with us too, Brother Bei~”

Seeing someone eyeing his points, Su Bei gave a forced smile: “You can bet with me, but don’t forget, you can’t see how many points each person can wager.”

“What do you mean?” Mo Xiaotian didn’t understand.

However, everyone else was clever and naturally understood Su Bei’s meaning. He could deliberately bet one point on someone predicted to lose, and if others followed without knowing, they would suffer a huge loss.

Before anyone could say anything, Mo Xiaotian, with his carefree nature, wrapped his arm around Su Bei’s shoulder and said boldly, “Whatever, I’m sticking with you anyway!”

Su Bei glanced at him with disdain and helplessness: “Suit yourself.”

Seeing this, the others exchanged amused glances and laughed together. They unanimously decided to ignore Su Bei’s earlier warning. With such a good opportunity to earn points, they were determined to stick with him too!

At that moment, Su Bei’s peripheral vision caught Zhao Xiaoyu stepping onto the arena, facing a classmate.

The match between the two from Class F wasn’t very interesting, and no one placed bets. However, each of them had one person betting on them, obviously themselves.

Class F had almost no extra benefits, except for the class leader who could get some additional points. The rest only had a meager 15 points.

Although it’s said that even a small mosquito is meat, Su Bei glanced at the five people beside him. But adding them to the mix, with each person getting less than two points on average, it wasn’t worth the trouble. He already had quite a few points on hand; there was no need to bother.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Tianming followed it and asked, “Are you thinking of betting on Zhao Xiaoyu’s match?”

Su Bei shook his head: “Hardly any points to be earned.”

It seemed that was indeed the case, and Jiang Tianming’s interest was piqued: “It doesn’t matter if you can’t earn points. Who do you think will win?”

Hearing this question, Su Bei raised an eyebrow, thinking that not earning points could still set a good image. It was an opportunity not to be missed, and he decisively answered: “Zhao Xiaoyu.”

Mu Tie Ren pondered, having trusted Su Bei’s judgment since their last encounter: “If I remember correctly, Zhao Xiaoyu’s ability is ‘Smiling Speech,’ which makes people smile when they talk. The other, Li Qian, has the ability ‘Bed Making,’ self-explanatory. When these two fight, it should all come down to physical fitness, right?”

It had to be said, true to F class students, these abilities were utterly useless in combat.

“No…” Su Bei shook his head, speaking with profound meaning, “I actually think Zhao Xiaoyu will definitely use her ability!”

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