Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Zhang Meng was driving the temporary car Lu Hongbin gave to Lu Xiaobu, taking Lu Xiaobu and Wu Qianmin to school.
"Which class am I in again?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"Young Master, you are in Class 6 of Senior Year Three, known as the gathering spot of scumbags, located on the second floor of the teaching building, first room on the left of the stairs. The four most notorious ones include Liu Changlong, son of our city’s richest man; Fu Hu, prince of the Underworld; and Zhou Jingyuan, whose background is a mystery that even I couldn’t uncover," Zhang Meng said deliberately, clearly well-prepared.
Wu Qianmin secretly clicked her tongue. Lu Xiaobu’s dumb luck is really... something else. Just Zhang Meng’s martial prowess alone makes that ten thousand salary worth it.
Moreover, it’s only been one night, and he has already grasped the situation in Lu Xiaobu’s class and recited it by heart. It’s more than just hitting a jackpot; truly befitting a Special Soldier instructor.
She used to think Zhang Meng was a swindler, and that thought is still echoing in her mind. So embarrassing!
"Huh? You said there are four, why only three?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"The fourth one is you, the profligate Lu Xiaobu," Wu Qianmin rolled her eyes. "You really have the nerve to ask."
Zhang Meng also scratched his head, tacitly agreeing with Wu Qianmin.
"I thought so. If I didn’t make the list, those people would really be blind," Lu Xiaobu laughed.
"A profligate who finds honor in disgrace," Wu Qianmin pursed her lips.
"Young Master, should I infiltrate the school to ensure your safety?" Zhang Meng whispered. "I heard your relations with Liu Changlong and Fu Hu aren’t very good."
"Bad relations?" Wu Qianmin was stunned. "Aren’t you guys always hanging out together, calling each other brothers daily?"
"Bad relations?" Lu Xiaobu also furrowed his brows, knowing Zhang Meng wouldn’t lie to him.
Thinking it over, he accessed a deliberately hidden memory from his predecessor and understood, "No wonder this profligate seems so poor, no car, no people."
Liu Changlong and Fu Hu were the real reasons why his predecessor was so destitute.
His predecessor was blackmailed by these two.
Thus, eighty percent of his predecessor’s money went to these two every day to avoid bullying and maintain face at school.
"What did you say?" Wu Qianmin was surprised.
"Nothing." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand, his eyes narrowing, "Zhang Meng, no need to come in. Go withdraw some cash with my card later."
"Yes, Young Master," Zhang Meng quickly responded.
He realized he had spoken too much, and that Wu Qianmin probably didn’t know about those matters concerning the Young Master, nearly causing him embarrassment.
Upon reaching the school.
Wu Qianmin got out of the car first and walked towards the school, muttering, "Could Lu Xiaobu have bad relations with Liu Changlong and Fu Hu? How can I not believe that, calling each other brothers all day?"
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaobu waited for Zhang Meng to return with cash before tossing it to the security guard at the door, "Hold this for me..."
"You motherf...!"
The guard was unexpectedly hit by a heavy backpack and blurted out a curse.
"Here, take five hundred," Lu Xiaobu finished his sentence.
"Thank you, Young Master Bu, may Young Master Bu dominate Heavenly Dynasty forever!"
The guard was immediately grateful, holding the backpack and standing behind Lu Xiaobu.
"Young Master, are you sure you don’t need me?" asked Zhang Meng, still somewhat worried. "Your body..."
"It’s fine, my body is actually my strongest shield," Lu Xiaobu smiled and pointed to the heavy backpack in the guard’s hand, "And this is my mightiest spear; I’ll show them the power of a profligate."
"Alright, Young Master, if anything happens, please notify me immediately," Zhang Meng could only reluctantly agree.
...
At the back door of Class Six, Senior Year Three.
A dude dressed in Hugo Boss was leisurely sitting on a chair, eating watermelon and playing with his phone. No one dared approach within a meter of him; this is the son of the city’s richest man—Liu Changlong.
"Fu Hu, has our good brother Lu Xiaobu not arrived yet?" Liu Changlong asked without looking up.
"Should be soon."
Fu Hu, wrapping his arm around a female classmate, smiled greedily.
If it wasn’t for waiting for Lu Xiaobu, he wouldn’t be at school at all.
With just a little trick, they could easily make this prodigal son obediently hand over his money, which was faster and much more than his father’s men collecting protection fees on the streets.
"That’s good." Liu Changlong nodded.
Even he, the son of the richest man, didn’t have as much money as this prodigal son Lu Xiaobu, which was somewhat embarrassing.
But, all the money of this prodigal son was going to be his, which was very pleasing.
"Let’s set it here."
Lu Xiaobu, accompanied by a security guard carrying his backpack, walked in and sat down.
Seeing Lu Xiaobu’s figure, Liu Changlong put down his phone, and Fu Hu also let go of the girl in his arms, watching Lu Xiaobu with the same greedy eyes.
Every day as soon as Lu Xiaobu arrived, he would greet them and then hand over the money for the day.
At this moment, Lu Xiaobu was the number one "big fat sheep" in the Heavenly Dynasty, without a doubt!
However, as time ticked by, the expressions on Liu Changlong and Fu Hu’s faces gradually turned ugly.
Lu Xiaobu actually didn’t greet them?!
Did he eat the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard?
"Go." Liu Changlong gave Fu Hu a look.
Fu Hu nodded and approached Lu Xiaobu: "Xiaobu, did you forget something? Why didn’t you greet us when you came?"
"Oh, Huzi. Coming to give me respect?"
Lu Xiaobu propped himself on the table, lifted his eyelids slightly, and yawned as he spoke.
"Pfft! Hahaha, Huzi." Laughter erupted in the classroom: "Nice, the former Brother Hu has become Huzi, seems like you’re not up to it anymore."
"Who the hell is laughing?!" Fu Hu raged, but when he turned to see who made the laughter, he just gritted his teeth: "Zhou Jingyuan, this has nothing to do with you."
Lu Xiaobu also looked over, and what caught his eye was a loli with twin ponytails. If not for the disproportionately large assets on her chest, one might really doubt if some little loli had wandered into the wrong class.
At this moment, the loli was sitting on a desk, swinging her pale legs and laughing heartily, her delicate face radiating a boldness that did not fit her physique, and an instant contrast cute charm overwhelmed.
Lu Xiaobu raised his eyebrows—this little girl is impressive, even bigger than Sister Lan’s, matched with this physique, it is even more supportive!
"What? Hu, I laugh at you, and you have a problem with that?"
Zhou Jingyuan frowned, leapt off the desk, and with her assets shaking vigorously, she stood hands on hips and fiercely berated Fu Hu.
However, her small figure just couldn’t make people feel intimidated; instead, it only made her seem cuter.
"No!" Fu Hu gritted his teeth and held back.
He dared to retort even Liu Dalong when he laughed at him.
But this Zhou Jingyuan?
Better to let it go.
This was the very person his father specifically warned him not to touch.
Otherwise, he would have tried to get his hands on this delectable creature long ago—knowing that embracing such a figure is the most pleasurable.
"That’s good." Zhou Jingyuan snorted, continuing to hop onto the desk to enjoy the show.
"Come on, Lu Xiaobu, let’s go out and have a chat alone."
Fu Hu glared at Lu Xiaobu, growling low.
He wanted to vent all his resentment on Lu Xiaobu’s body.