If he met someone who actually knew their stuff and was interested, he could probably push it up to around 120.
This ought to be the largest sum he could scrape together by selling off everything he owned, given the current situation.
One hundred pounds—what could you do with that?
"Not looking good..."
Just as Xu Yun was getting a little vexed, Wheat's voice suddenly came from beside him:
"Man top? What's a man top?"
Xu Yun turned his head and spotted Wheat walking out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and toweling himself off.
He shook his head slightly, mumbling vaguely:
"No big deal, I was just thinking about class stuff."
Wheat nodded his big dumb head as always, ruffling his already sparse blond hair:
"Huh? Where's Mr. Thomson? Did he leave?"
Xu Yun paused for a moment, then decided after a bit of thought to tell Wheat about Thomson planning to run for student union president:
