Obviously, Han Lun did not consider the situation in front of him. Perhaps because he had apologized too few times in his life, he did not consider what he would do if the other party did not accept it.
"I……"
He opened his mouth, but Cheng Lin raised a finger to block what he wanted to say.
Cheng Lin sat on the sofa and said in a cold voice: "I don't really care about why you threw the talisman. It may be a brain cramp or an instinctive reaction in a hurry. I don't care about this. After all, we are not familiar with each other.
Your violation will be punished by the college. As for more, I have no intention to go into details. Let's just do as agreed. It's better this way. As for the apology, of course I won't stop you, but I don't have to accept it.
It’s my freedom.”
"……I see."
Han Lun's lips moved, his eyes dimmed, but he straightened up again and nodded.
"Then what happens next..."
"A matter of performance of the contract."
"Yes, do you still remember what we agreed?" Cheng Lin asked.
Han Lun nodded: "200 contribution points, if I lose, I should pay it to you."
"Just remember, then..."
"I have no money." Han Lun said as a bachelor.
"?"
Cheng Lin blinked, his eyes a little suspicious. Even if the other party was eliminated by the First Division, he still had some wealth, right? He couldn't even get 200 points out of it?
Stared by Cheng Lin's suspicious eyes, Han Lun couldn't help but feel a trace of embarrassment on his dark face. He moved his eyes away and looked at the window with a dry voice: "I... all my assets are in the account of the First Division.
, the contribution points of various departments and bureaus are not interoperable. I just returned to the Ninth Division and there is indeed a lack of contribution points in my account."
This is a reasonable explanation.
"So, when you promised me, you didn't even think about paying?"
"No, I just..." Han Lun shook his head first, and then couldn't continue.
Cheng Lin understood.
It's very simple. This guy didn't think that he would lose at first, so he didn't think about it at all. It was really a headache. Cheng Lin looked at him coldly: "Then what are you going to do?"
Han Lun said seriously: "What I owe will be paid back naturally. You don't have to worry about that. Although I have no contribution points, I still have some savings, such as cash..."
Cheng Lin shook his head: "I am not short of money at the moment. If it is cultivation resources, it is not impossible."
Han Lun looked embarrassed again.
Obviously, he lacks these, and presumably, everyone is working hard to practice, and resources can be used as soon as they are available, so where can they save them? Even if there are some scattered ones, it is obviously impossible to collect the full amount of 200 points.
"Resources... I'm also very tight, otherwise..." Han Lun's face looked uncertain for a while. He suddenly gritted his teeth and took out a dagger with his backhand. This made Cheng Lin shrink his eyes, but Han Lun did not attack.
Instead, he placed the dagger on the table.
At the same time, he said: "If it doesn't work out, I can use the weapon to pay off the debt. This weapon originally cost more than 300 contribution points to exchange for. If it is depreciated now, it is worth almost 200 points."
"Danglanglang."
The spirit soldier's dagger fell on the table. Under the soft light, it flashed with colorful light. It looked crystal clear, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.
Cheng Lin's eyes blinked, a little surprised. He didn't expect Han Lun to be willing to pledge his weapon. Judging from the pain in his body, it was obvious that this was not an easy decision.
After being silent for a while, Cheng Lin finally did not go to get the spiritual weapon, but said, "It's useless for me to take this."
"But, I have nothing else." Han Lun was stunned.
Cheng Lin picked up the handle of the dagger with two fingers, pushed it back in front of him, and said, "Then I owe you the debt for now. When the projection appears next time, you go explore and earn contribution points and then return it to me."
"Is this okay?"
"Otherwise?" Cheng Lin rolled his eyes and asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I will give it away."
Han Lun was silent for a moment, pursed his lips hard, took back his weapon, then stepped back a few steps, came to the door, looked at him deeply, then closed the door and left.
After confirming that he was gone, Cheng Lin shook his head.
He stood up and came to the window, feeling the early autumn night wind, and sighed faintly, "Why are we all so poor..."
…
…
The story of the challenge eventually spread.
It has been widely disseminated by more than 2,000 students in the college.
This was obviously a medium-sized miracle. At the very least, it was beyond the expectations of most students. No one expected that Cheng Lin would actually defeat Han Lun.
“It’s incredible!”
This is the common emotion expressed by the students after hearing the news.
Then, they went around to inquire about the details and review the battle. Some people said it was because Han Lun was careless, while others said it was because Cheng Lin made too much progress and was really a genius.
But no matter which statement is made, it is actually not wrong.
More than 2,000 students from the second class of the Ninth Academy finally raised their heads again. This victory made them proud. The era of the Great Demon King Han Lun was finally overthrown, and the great Cheng Lin dispelled the haze... Well, this is China
Second, to put it simply, everyone is happy.
After all, Han Lun had put too much pressure on them before.
Cheng Lin, as the representative of the second class of students, this victory obviously has a huge effect in boosting morale.
In the next few days, the students were all talking about it, but Han Lun, who finally suffered a defeat, fell silent again, suddenly retreated from the limelight, and became low-key again. This also made those who were interested in his status as a "repeating student"
The attacks gradually faded away.
No one chases a hot spot for long.
The mainstream of the college is still spiritual practice.
Cheng Lin gained a lot from the battle with Han Lun. He decided to spend a few days to digest the gains, recover his body, and of course the most important thing is... to make up for the missing cultural classes!
…
"ha."
Looking up from the books piled on the table, Cheng Lin couldn't help but yawn.
Looking at the time, it was already half past nine. At this time, the evening self-study class had already ended. As a top student who had no longer had to attend evening self-study class, Cheng Lin couldn't be happy.
"Finally finished reviewing."
He sighed and looked at the notebooks and papers in front of him that were filled with handwriting as dense as mosquitoes and flies, as well as the textbooks spread out on both sides that were full of colors and marks.
The course lasts for more than a month.
He has not taken a class for more than a month, and the number of courses he has backlogged is quite scary, especially there are several newly opened courses.
Wang Daming had told him before when he gave him convenience and asked him to catch up on the cultural class.
In the past few days, he even stopped practicing and focused all his attention on reviewing cultural classes.
Fortunately, Xie Qingke, as a good student who loves taking notes, provided considerable help, otherwise it would be really troublesome for him to study by himself.
The 5% memory improvement played an important role in this process. After several days of sleepless nights, I finally caught up.
Cheng Lin looked at the set of papers in front of him with some relief. This was the comprehensive paper for the cultural class test from the last monthly exam. The total score was 300 points. He did it himself and scored 271 points. Although he was not a top student, he was already very good.
Not bad.
Compared to the scumbag status in high school, it has undergone earth-shaking changes.
"Tired."
Smiling wryly and stretching, Cheng Lin poured himself a glass of spiritual energy water and drank it. Only then did he feel that his spiritual energy had recovered a little.
"It's a pity that the medicinal effect of this little bronze tree is getting worse and worse. Now I can only take it for one night. Otherwise, there is no need to take the spiritual energy water to refresh myself."
Cheng Lin sighed.
Counting the days, it has been more than a week since he returned to the academy, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the third level. Cheng Lin found that he has not encountered any mental hurdles since the Great Flood deduction, but he still needs some opportunities to break through. As the saying goes
Things will fall into place, there is no need to rush.
He finally caught up with his cultural studies. As a result, he suddenly found that he had nothing to do.
No, there is still something to do.
Cheng Lin reached out and took the phone over, swiped it, and clicked on the hidden desktop.
"Counting the days, it's time for another round of deductions."