"This skill name... it fits so well!"
Chen Shu touched his chin, immediately captivated by the skill's name.
Teleportation itself was a high-level skill, exceptionally useful for both pursuing enemies and escaping. It often allowed for the reversal of a battle's tide.
If a teleportation skill had a short cooldown and long range, it could be considered a divine ability.
However, the husky's [Phantom Trace] triggered with each use of an elemental skill, and its cooldown only shortened with each activation.
But its shortcomings were equally obvious; the direction and distance were unknown, filled with uncertainty.
One might use an elemental skill and teleport directly into an enemy's jaws, effectively walking into a trap.
"Fortunately, I can choose whether to teleport or not."
Chen Shu nodded. Despite the side effects, the skill's utility was still heaven-defying.
If he found himself targeted, coupled with various elemental skills, the husky could continuously teleport, making it impossible for anyone to lock onto it, thus increasing its survivability.
Just then, the dormitory door opened, and A Liang and Wang Jue returned.
"Chen Pi, you should have seen it!"
A Liang sighed in relief and sat on the sofa. He said, "The Dou Ling arena tonight was surrounded by over ten thousand people wanting to find you! You've become a big star now!"
"Then I can make money!"
Chen Shu nodded, extremely satisfied with the night's events.
The annual champion's prize money was only one hundred million, which was meager compared to the two thousand academic credits from the academy.
However, the title itself held immense value.
Tonight, his fame had spread throughout the entire capital, and many people across the country knew of him.
As long as he took on endorsements and live-streamed sales, money would flow in like water.
"A Liang, Old Wang, prepare some sacks for me. It's about to rain gold!"
...
In the following period, Chen Shu did not wander around campus.
He either reviewed in the dormitory or filmed endorsement advertisements.
Making money was not shameful!
Although he himself did not appear, legends about him circulated throughout the campus, and even many geniuses had sent him challenge letters.
Unfortunately, Chen Shu had rejected them all. To challenge him, one had to wager one thousand academic credits!
If there was no threshold, wouldn't any Tom, Dick, or Harry be able to challenge him?
January 15th,
"Old Wang, today is the practical combat exam, right?"
A Liang was washing his face on the balcony and turned to Wang Jue.
"Yes, we need to hurry. This is Teacher Liu Feng's class!"
Wang Jue finished his washing and, as he prepared to wake Chen Shu, his expression changed.
"What the heck, where's Chen Pi?"
He saw that the room was empty, indicating that Chen Shu had already left.
"He didn't spend all day filming advertisements, did he?"
A Liang had a bad premonition.
You're seriously skipping the exam?
This was Professor Liu Feng's class; there were truly people who weren't afraid of death!
A Liang said, "Quick, call him!"
Wang Jue nodded and dialed Chen Shu's number, only to find it turned off.
"It's over!"
The two exchanged glances and began to pray for Chen Shu.
...
Meanwhile, in an office building in the capital,
"Brother Han Fei, you just need to introduce the product and encourage fans to buy it!"
Chen Shu nodded. This was his first time live-streaming for sales, and he was naturally a little excited.
As for the practical combat exam, he had completely forgotten about it...
"No problem, after the live stream, I expect a profit share!"
Chen Shu rubbed his hands together. In half a month, he had earned twenty million through endorsements.
He was starting to lose himself a bit...
Chen Shu tidied his appearance and officially began the live-streamed sales.
Through previous promotional efforts, tens of thousands of people had flooded the live stream as soon as it started.
"Brother Han Fei! Brother Han Fei!"
"Wuwu, I finally get to see your real face!"
"Are your two contracted spirits really D-class? Why can they crush S-class? Did you take enhancers?"
Everyone was flooding the chat with comments and questions.
Chen Shu smiled and didn't answer the comments. Instead, he said,
"Today, I'll mainly introduce you to Baizhen Brand's Strength Potion!"
He held a bottle of potion and said,
"The potion is divided into low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade, all specifically for novice beast tamers!"
"Today, the potion is on sale, with a 10% discount on the entire store..."
Chen Shu spoke eloquently, introducing the potion.
He glanced at the chat, expecting it to be filled with 'I want to buy!' or 'Let me order!'
Instead, his expression stiffened. He felt it was utterly absurd...
"Brother Han Fei, can your potion cure the common cold?"
"Do you have any expired ones? I have mice at home!"
"Is this Baizhen Brand potion authentic? Can I buy fake ones?"
"Can dead people use it?"
...
Chen Shu's expression faltered. What kind of ridiculous comments were these?
The script wasn't supposed to be like this! Shouldn't everyone be scrambling to buy?
As time passed, the sales remained a dismal two units...
"I will unconditionally support Brother Han Fei selling medicine!"
Chen Shu couldn't help but read a comment from the chat and said, "Buddy, then support me!"
"I want to support you, but my family can't afford it!"
"..."
Chen Shu's mouth twitched. He saw the chat flooding with an incredibly neat barrage of comments:
"We unconditionally support!"
"We unconditionally support!"
"..."
Chen Shu rubbed his forehead. Seeing the large number of viewers, it turned out they all lacked the financial means!
After a morning of hard work, Chen Shu managed to push the sales past double digits...
"Brother Han Fei, that's it for today's sales! We'll talk about future collaborations later!"
A company staff member approached him, handed him one hundred yuan, and said, "Thank you, Brother Han Fei. This is your share!"
"..."
Chen Shu's mouth twitched. He asked, "It's only a hundred yuan?!"
"Of course not!"
The staff member smiled and said, "You still owe me twenty-seven yuan and eighty cents!"
"..."
Chen Shu's eyes widened. Was this a joke?!
Half an hour later,
Chen Shu returned to Huaxia Academy, his expression extremely dejected. He still couldn't accept that his first live sales attempt had been such a disaster!
"It's easier being a bandit. Selling things really isn't for me!"
Chen Shu shook his head. The moment he stepped through the school gate,
A spider web directly attacked him, firmly trapping him.
"Holy crap!"
Chen Shu was startled, and his heart sank.
He saw Liu Feng walking towards him with a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to contain a brewing storm.
Liu Feng smiled and said, "Do you know what day it is today?"
Chen Shu tentatively replied, "It's... a good day?"
"Heh heh!"
Liu Feng let out a cold laugh, picked Chen Shu up, and headed towards the school's rear mountain.
"Indeed, it's a good day for cremation!"