Chapter Ninety-Four: Meeting Me—You Can Only Say Your Luck Is Truly Bad

After hearing Principal Wang’s words, Bai Qingming was somewhat shocked. He hadn’t expected those supermodels to be moonlighting in other lines of work.

“Oh, right, brother, I forgot to tell you—those supermodels all take the high-end route. Normally, they don’t offer their services to ordinary people. If you see one you like, just tell them I sent you; my name carries weight in this circle. When it’s time to pay, you’ll even get a discount—hell, if you want to record a video for posterity, that’s fine too,” Principal Wang said, sounding every bit the veteran of this world.

“I’ve learned something new today. The rich sure know how to have fun,” Bai Qingming couldn’t help but sigh.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” Principal Wang replied nonchalantly, continuing, “To be honest, I didn’t know any of this before. It’s only when I went out drinking that those women came over on their own. Just think about it—beautiful women, good figures, obedient, willing to play along with any game, and you don’t need to take responsibility afterward. Why not indulge? When you get tired, move on. Otherwise, the honest guys never have a chance to catch their dream girl. In a way, it’s doing them a favor.”

Bai Qingming fell silent. The goddesses of the honest men, in front of the wealthy, were reduced to this.

“Enough about that. There’s a new face over there—judging by her walk, might still be untouched. I’m going to ask her price. Let’s add each other on WeChat; I’ll take you to see the sights next time,” Principal Wang said.

After exchanging WeChat contacts, the two parted ways.

Soon, the Kung Fu Carnival finally began.

The Tiger Sprout official team broadcasted the entire event live, with Zhang DaXian as the host.

Yet the first hour of the broadcast was utterly devoid of highlights. The streamers faced off in pairs—one threw a punch, another kicked—a laughing farce on stage, curses beneath, boredom unbound.

Quickly, the live show reached its latter half.

The main event arrived!

Zhang DaXian called out Bai Qingming’s name—the next to appear was him.

The barrage of comments exploded across the screen: “Single Father is awesome!” and “Our Spiritual Leader, forever a god!”—even more messages than when a supermodel’s top had accidentally slipped off during the intermission dance.

The next moment, Bai Qingming appeared on screen.

He walked onto the ring wearing only black shorts, his upper body bare.

Upon seeing this, some female fans in the audience, unable to restrain themselves, erupted in screams.

“Oh my god, it’s so big!”

“????? Sis, you’re acting weird.”

“It must feel amazing, right?”

“Heavens, what are you all talking about? I don’t understand at all!”

“No, no, this is too much—I can’t take it!”

“This is a public event, and a livestream at that. Can you behave?”

“Stop, stop! Someone next to me just fainted—is there a doctor?”

“Forget the doctor, I want Qingming to give me mouth-to-mouth!”

“Great idea—I’m fainting too!”

For reasons unknown, the previously composed female fans suddenly began dropping like flies, drawing the attention of the hosts who had already finished their matches.

In an instant, many streamers felt a pang of disappointment.

It’s common knowledge that a man’s performance is enhanced when women are watching.

Hence, many streamers had just performed their hearts out, enduring blows without complaint, even surpassing themselves to knock out their opponents.

They’d expected to win some admiration from the female fans, but in the end, every single girl was chanting Bai Qingming’s name.

Damn, getting beaten up on stage wasn’t nearly as painful as this.

“Cousin, didn’t you say you came specifically to cheer me on?” one streamer asked, discovering his own cousin had joined the chorus for Bai Qingming, his mood collapsing.

“Oh, right, right—go, cousin! Ahhh, Single Father forever a god! Spiritual Leader, I love you!” she replied offhandedly, then rejoined the sisterhood cheering for Bai Qingming.

As Bai Qingming’s first opponent, Liu Chong stepped onto the stage.

Despite the crowd’s overwhelming support for Bai Qingming, with not a single shout for himself, Liu Chong felt not the slightest jealousy—in fact, he was excited.

Imagine, if he defeated their idol—or rather, humiliated Bai Qingming like a dog on the ground—what reaction would those female fans have?

It would surely be spectacular.

Thinking of his imminent rise to fame, Liu Chong was elated, and couldn’t help but strike a pose, boasting to Bai Qingming, “Meeting me means your luck is very bad.”

Bai Qingming was puzzled.

Why would meeting him mean bad luck?

He, himself, had always had good luck.

Truth be told, Bai Qingming had no idea who Liu Chong was or what he did.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Qingming seemed to understand.

This man clearly looked down on him!

To dare say such things, he must be strong.

He’d thought the Kung Fu Carnival was just for fun, but clearly, he’d have to take this seriously.

Bai Qingming resolved that when the fight began, he would give it his all—losing would be far too embarrassing.

Just as he was thinking this—

Ding!

A bell rang.

“Begin the match!” Zhang DaXian announced, and the venue fell silent.

On the ring, Liu Chong didn’t move.

He simply stood with arms crossed, a contemptuous smile on his face and disdain in his eyes, watching Bai Qingming.

Liu Chong intended to let Bai Qingming throw three punches before retaliating. After Bai Qingming finished, he would KO him, making a deeper impression on the fans.

On the opposite side, Bai Qingming’s expression turned serious at the sound of the bell. He clenched his fists and charged at Liu Chong.

A right hook—Liu Chong raised his arm to block.

His expression changed instantly.

Damn, that hurts!

Why is his strength so great?

Before he could process it, Bai Qingming’s second punch arrived.

No fancy tricks, just all his power.

Liu Chong blocked again, but this time his arm felt as if it had snapped, pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Liu Chong regretted it—he no longer wanted to show off, he wanted to fight back. But his arm wasn’t yet recovered; he couldn’t lift it.

“Stay calm, stay calm,” Liu Chong tried to reassure himself.

Watching Bai Qingming’s third attack approach, panic set in.

“Calm my ass!”

Bai Qingming spun and delivered a powerful sidekick. Liu Chong was sent flying, hitting the ground hard and passing out.

For a split second, the entire venue fell silent.

Whether in person or online, everyone was stunned.

“Damn, the Spiritual Leader is ruthless!”

“Check if he’s still alive!”

“What was that move? Anyone know? I want to learn it.”

“The Awei Eighteen Styles—Direct Penetration!”

The comments exploded.

Everyone knew Bai Qingming would win.

But no one expected him to be so ferocious—immediately going for the kill.

The event was supposedly about Kung Fu, but it was just for fun. Surely it didn’t need to be so serious?

Some streamers had wanted to arrange themselves as Bai Qingming’s opponent to catch some fame, but seeing Liu Chong’s fate, they felt secretly grateful.

Thankfully, two fools had already snatched up the slots as Bai Qingming’s opponents. Truly, good Samaritans!

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”

No need to tally points—the countdown began.

When the count finished, Zhang DaXian announced Bai Qingming’s victory.

At that moment, Bai Qingming was also confused.

Wasn’t Liu Chong supposed to be strong?

Was that it?

He hadn’t even used his full strength!

Reflecting on Liu Chong’s earlier words, Bai Qingming’s brow furrowed.

He realized he might have misunderstood the meaning.

When Liu Chong said meeting him meant bad luck, perhaps he wasn’t saying he was strong and looked down on Bai Qingming.

On the contrary, he was weak—remarkably weak.

“Hiss—”

Suddenly, Bai Qingming thought of something, drawing in a sharp breath.

Could it be?

Did “bad luck” mean…

This guy was trying to get injured on purpose.

To blackmail him?

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