"Oh?"
Luo Yu's eyebrows rose when he heard Little Fatty say that the betting website's settlement feature was shut down.
"Check if your own account can still settle."
Little Fatty picked up his phone and swiped to the betting interface.
He looked up, cautiously saying:
"Boss, mine can still settle, but I didn't get a single bet right, lost three hundred points."
"Interesting," Luo Yu's eyes narrowed, "so you're saying, everyone can settle except for me, huh."
"Just a moment, Boss, I'll go ask some others to see if they're having the same issue as you," Little Fatty said, and immediately jogged off. He found a few acquaintances who also participated in the betting, and it turned out their accounts were normal, only Luo Yu's settlement interface was closed.
"Looks like the student council can't afford to lose, or more precisely, the vice president who set up the betting can't afford to lose," Luo Yu murmured, looking at the campus bathed in the early morning sunlight.
"Boss, how many did you get right?" Little Fatty weakly asked, feeling that with the size of the student council's organization, they wouldn't offend a genius like Xia Luo over some points.
"I got eight right," Luo Yu said casually.
"Oh, eight, huh," Little Fatty first nodded, then his eyes bulged, "Eight... eight?!"
"That'd be how many points won? Getting two right is a windfall, three is getting rich overnight. Four, seems like it's unheard of before, but eight... my God."
Before enrolling, Little Fatty had gathered a lot of intelligence about Sichuan Province Martial University, so he was well aware of what getting eight right implied.
Unless there was backstage manipulation, it was absolutely impossible for someone to guess the rankings so accurately.
In fact, Luo Yu had indeed taken some action.
But this was something only he could do, after all not everyone had his overwhelming strength, nor the ability to fight consecutively without a break.
"No wonder, no wonder..."
Little Fatty sighed repeatedly, finally understanding why the student council would close off Luo Yu's interface specifically; getting eight right meant an enormous amount of points as a reward, probably surpassing the total amount wagered by all students. That was like cutting flesh from the student council's body.
After all, the betting wasn't set up so meticulously at the beginning. Excluding an anomaly like Luo Yu, the student council was bound to make a killing.
At that moment, Luo Yu's phone screen lit up.
Notification of 10,000 points received.
"Hmm?" Luo Yu frowned, "What does this mean?"
Little Fatty leaned over, his eyes wide, "Thirty thousand points?"
"This... these thirty thousand points can last a long time living the high life at school, many students wouldn't be able to accumulate thirty thousand points even if they struggle throughout their entire university life."
Luo Yu understood, after all, an old student like Bai Feng would only get single-digit points for welcoming new students for a day.
Thirty thousand points would be enough for him to work for twenty years.
Of course, doing missions was an easier way to earn points, but with the risk to one's life.
Luo Yu sneered.
"So, the implication is, don't bother with the betting settlement, just try to send me away with thirty thousand points."
"That's probably it," Little Fatty thought for a moment and nodded.
"Calculate for me, exactly how many points I should've gotten for getting the top ten right, these eight individuals." Luo Yu found the original betting interface.
Little Fatty immediately began calculating based on the odds. After five to six minutes, he saw the number displayed on his phone calculator, his mouth twitched, he looked up at Luo Yu, and said with shock in his eyes:
"Boss, you originally wagered a thousand points, you should've actually earned a whopping 969,700 points..."
After stating this number, Little Fatty was overwhelmed by a sense of unreality.
It was terrifying.
Nearly a million points, what was the concept of that, unimaginable.
At Martial University, points were far more valuable than money; in the face of a million points, billions in cash meant nothing.
Some bet to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, but Boss was turning a bicycle into an aircraft carrier, way too horrific.
No wonder the student council would pull such a stunt. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to afford it either.
Nearly a million points, anybody would know just from thinking with their butt that the points the students wagered wouldn't be enough to pay Boss, they would also have to dig into the student council's own savings. The enormous student council wouldn't be unable to pay, but it would be a painful hit.
Such vast interests would make anyone green with envy.
Luo Yu scoffed:
"Almost nine hundred and seventy thousand points, and they think thirty thousand will do the trick, such grandeur from the student council."
Feeling the chill emanating from Luo Yu, Little Fatty shivered.
"Boss, you're not planning to take on the student council head-on, are you?"
"What they've taken from me has to be coughed up," Luo Yu said. "Since they've dared to set up a private betting to skim points from the ordinary students, don't blame me for shearing their wool."
"Are they the only ones allowed to shear the sheep, while I'm not allowed to wield the knife against them?"
Little Fatty trembled in his mind.
"Boss... just, take it easy, take it easy."
"This student council at Sichuan Province Martial University has deep roots and strong power. We're just freshmen, without a solid foundation or backing, it's risky to stir trouble with them."
"There's need for a long-term strategy for such matters."
"You're very familiar with the inner workings of the student council?" Luo Yu inquired.
Little Fatty nodded, saying:
"Yes, I've gathered a lot of information before attending school. Responsible for this points betting is the student council's Vice President Xue Can, who has a top-tier Ancient Spirit, and has already reached Half-Step to Third Rank, likely even breaking through to Third Rank. A Domain-level powerhouse, who has undergone a complete transformation."