Qin Siyang was furious at Zhao Longfei's attitude of passing the burden onto him.
"Principal Zhao, is this how you do business?"
["Business? What exactly are you contributing?"]
"..."
["I'm helping both of us solve a problem here. Got it? Besides, whether you'll even get a second Vine Core is still up in the air. I'm just asking if you agree to this idea. If you don't, then from now on, we'll have to put spending restrictions on you."]
"What do you mean by spending restrictions?"
["To be specific, you won't be allowed to use the Divine Arena to simulate large gods or excessively consume sequence potions."]
"Principal Zhao, could you maybe—"
["No. South Glory is so broke we're practically about to start begging. We can't make exceptions anywhere."]
Qin Siyang smacked his lips a few times and nodded, "Fine, I agree. But if I borrow next month's customization privilege in advance, will other people agree to it?"
["That's easy. Do a few school point missions, contribute to the school's development, build up some reputation, and get everyone's approval. In that situation, borrowing one privilege in advance will be perfectly reasonable."]
"Do a few school missions?", Qin Siyang narrowed his eyes.
"Well now. So this is what you were waiting for?"
["This is called helping each other out. Convenient for everyone, right?"]
At South Glory University, without points, you could barely get by. You couldn't even get a hot meal.
Even though he now had a dedicated Divine Arena and wouldn't need to line up before dawn anymore, Qin Siyang still planned to complete school missions to earn more points for future convenience.
Hearing Zhao Longfei's request line up perfectly with his own plans, Qin Siyang simply nodded.
"Alright, I agree."
["You agreed pretty quickly... Fine, then it's settled. I'll tell Xie Hongbo and have a dedicated Divine Arena arranged for you."]
"Can I have Divine Arena No. 88?"
["No. 88? Why?"]
"For good luck."
["Alright. Let's take it as wishing you success in obtaining a Vine Core outside the safe zone."]
"Thank you, Principal Zhao! Goodbye, Principal Zhao!"
———
After hanging up, Zhao Longfei chuckled, "For good luck? Always playing little tricks."
"You think I can't see through your little scheme? I just don't feel like exposing it. But you probably still haven't realized what it means when people say, 'The old ginger is spicier.'"
Zhao Longfei opened the school forum, tapped away on his phone for a while, then clicked [Post].
Afterward, he stretched comfortably.
"At least that's one problem solved. I can sleep peacefully now."
———
After ending the call, the corners of Qin Siyang's mouth lifted slightly.
Since it was his dedicated Divine Arena, the sequence potion inside the solution tank basically belonged to him for free.
The amount of solution remaining in Arena No. 97, which he had just used, and Arena No. 22, which he had used in class that afternoon, was the lowest.
The others were all about the same. Asking for Arena No. 88 wasn't his real goal. The real goal was avoiding whatever reason Zhao Longfei might have had for assigning him Arenas No. 97 or No. 22.
"Even a mosquito is still meat. Take whatever you can get."
After getting one over on Zhao Longfei, Qin Siyang felt so pleased it was almost sickeningly sweet.
A while later, Xie Hongbo persuaded the students waiting outside Arena No. 88 to leave and hung up a handwritten sign beside it:
[Qin Siyang's Dedicated Divine Arena]
"Student Qin, this sign was made in a hurry, so it doesn't look very good. Tomorrow I'll get a proper printed one made."
"Senior Xie, no need to go through the trouble. This is fine."
"Ah, it's nothing. Principal Zhao already informed me. If you have any problems, just let me know."
"Thank you for your help, Senior Xie."
As soon as the sign was hung up, many students gathered around.
"Qin Siyang... Dedicated Divine Arena? How... how does he get his own Divine Arena?"
"Exactly! Even if he has the highest points among the freshmen, he doesn't rank anywhere near the top among the older students! Even Senior Duan Chongfang doesn't have a dedicated Divine Arena. How can he have one? Could he have made that sign himself?"
"No. I saw it with my own eyes. It was hung up by Xie Hongbo, the manager of the Hunter God Building. Hey, check the school forum. Principal Zhao just posted a pinned thread explaining why Qin Siyang gets a dedicated Divine Arena."
"There really is one. Let me see... Qin Siyang promised to complete five medium god point missions this month in exchange for the chance to use next month's customization privilege in advance and obtain a dedicated Divine Arena?"
"Why would he do that? Taking five medium god hunting missions at once... just to use next month's privilege early? Is waiting one month going to kill him?"
"Is something wrong with his head? Then again, we never had an IQ test when enrolling. Maybe he really is an idiot..."
Qin Siyang's eyes went wide when he saw the post as well.
'Help the school kill five medium gods?'
'That scar-headed Zhao Longfei is way too ruthless!'
At that moment, Qin Siyang finally understood what it meant for every move to be met with an even stronger counter.
Chu Baxing and the others also walked over.
Fu Wanli swaggered forward and shouted to the people around him, "All of you students, take a good look at my Brother Qin! This is what a big brother is! This is what a hero is!"
"He could have waited until next month, when he'd naturally get another customization privilege and gain exclusive use of a Divine Arena, but no! He had to use one this month!"
"Principal Zhao offered five medium god hunting missions, and my Brother Qin accepted them without hesitation! Do you know why?"
Zhao Sifang scratched his head.
"Why?"
"Of course it's because my Brother Qin kills medium gods as easily as chopping vegetables! My Brother Qin isn't an ordinary student. Completing five point missions is as easy for him as eating and drinking!"
A voice suddenly came from the crowd, "Qin Siyang, do you really think that?"
Fu Wanli stretched his neck, "Who's dissatisfied with my Brother Qin?"
The students moved aside and made a path.
A tall boy with a buzz cut walked over.
Qin Siyang glanced at him and didn't recognize him.
At least he wasn't one of the South Glory University students whose names were on the Wolf Plaque.
The young man's gaze was cold, "You're Qin Siyang?"
"That's me. And you are?"
"Second-year student. Zong Maohui."
Qin Siyang shook his head, "Never heard of you."
Zhao Sifang said, "Zong Maohui? Fourth place in second-year combat rankings?"
Seeing that Zhao Sifang knew who he was, Zong Maohui looked somewhat surprised.
"Zhao Sifang, right? You know me?"
"My second uncle mentioned you. He said you have a chance to make it onto this year's Wolf Plaque."
Zong Maohui sighed, "Thank Principal Zhao for thinking highly of me, but making it onto the Wolf Plaque isn't that easy."
Qin Siyang frowned, "Senior Zong, did you come looking for me to challenge me in the combat arena?"
"No. I don't bully freshmen who just arrived. But hearing you say that school missions that leave many students injured or even dead are 'as easy as eating and drinking' is something I can't accept."
Zong Maohui took out his phone, "You'll have to pay a price for that remark."