"You stood Xinran up last night. Hehe, she was furious!"
As he entered the main hall and walked over to Qin Rui, she covered her mouth and spoke with a light chuckle.
"Let her be angry. As long as Sister Qin isn’t angry, that’s all that matters."
"Pfft!"
Qin Rui shot him a playful glare.
Then, her expression turned serious. "But seriously, it sounded great. Excellent!"
Qin Rui gave him a thumbs-up.
"Thanks for the complint. Actually, there are many other things I’m excellent at..."
Zhao Rui said shalessly.
"I can’t be bothered with you!"
Qin Rui blushed, then turned and walked away.
"..."
Zhao Rui was stunned. ’What was that about?’
"Brother Rui, Coach Zeng is looking for you!"
Just as he was puzzling over it, a team mber ran over and called out to him.
Zhao Rui walked over and saw Zeng Hongyi scolding a few freshn.
Seeing Zhao Rui approach, Zeng Hongyi said to him gruffly, "Good, you’re here. From now on, these guys will do an extra hour of training after class! You’ll supervise!"
"Uh..."
Zhao Rui looked at the freshn; they all had their heads down, completely silent.
"Calm down, Coach. I’ll be sure to supervise them properly."
"And don’t think this is just about them. What about you? How long has the sester been going? At your pace, you should have passed Level 8 long ago. What’s going on?"
"I heard you were off at so talent show last night. It seems to your mind isn’t on training at all."
Zeng Hongyi was clearly in a bad mood and gave him a thorough dressing-down.
Zhao Rui scratched his head, listening intently.
After Zeng Hongyi finished his tirade and left, Zhao Rui curiously asked the other team mbers.
"We did poorly on the Palm Technique section of the class test a couple of days ago."
One of the mbers mumbled sheepishly.
Besides being mbers of the Martial Arts Team, these guys were also students at the Martial Arts Academy.
At the start of the new sester, there was an initial test mainly to check on the students’ Cultivation progress over the break.
These few students had neglected their training. Their Power had barely increased, and their Palm Technique was so sloppy that it was even worse than so of the students in their class who weren’t on the Martial Arts Team.
It wasn’t that they lacked talent; it was purely an issue of their bad attitude.
Zeng Hongyi was well-acquainted with the teachers at the Martial Arts Academy; he himself was an associate professor and also taught one of the courses.
When he heard about this, he was naturally furious.
"Alright, extra practice it is!"
Zhao Rui shrugged and then gathered all the first-year team mbers, giving them hands-on instruction as they practiced the Prajna Palm.
Early spring had passed, and on the once-bare hilltop in Mingcan Courtyard, hints of fresh green were beginning to erge.
At that mont, in a small pavilion on the hill, Cai Zhengyang was holding a guitar, playing it with a serious expression.
Ever since witnessing the unique charm of being skilled in both the arts and martial arts, Cai Tongxue, who was determined to stand out, had beco obsessed with playing the guitar.
"Enjoying your leisure ti, are we?"
Amid the lodious notes of the guitar, a figure abruptly appeared to Cai Zhengyang’s left.
Startled, he imdiately stopped strumming, stood up, and said awkwardly, "Senior Brother Gongye, were you looking for ?"
"I thought you were sobody, but I didn’t expect you to be interested in these crooked, worthless pastis."
Gongye Lingchen showed Cai Zhengyang no respect, and a flash of displeasure appeared in Cai Zhengyang’s eyes.
He couldn’t help but curse inwardly:
’So damn arrogant!’
’Even at Level 8, I can hold my own against you. Once I reach Level 9, I’ll make you kneel and call ’Grandpa’!’
Outwardly, however, he forced a smile and said, "In your presence, Senior Brother, how could I be considered anyone of note? If you need anything, Senior Brother, just give the word!"
Gongye Lingchen was very satisfied with his attitude. He nodded and said, "That guy, Zhao Rui, has been getting pretty arrogant lately. Find so ti to go teach him a lesson."
"Zhao Rui?"
The mont he heard the na, Cai Zhengyang’s face twisted as if he’d eaten a bitter lon. He wouldn’t even be afraid to challenge Wang Dalong to a duel.
But when it ca to Zhao Rui, he beca timid and hesitant. He always felt that kid was deceptively vicious and always had a trick up his sleeve.
And they were all tricks that perfectly countered him.
Besides, at this stage, he couldn’t beat him anyway. Who would be teaching whom a lesson here?
’Isn’t that just asking for a beating?!’
"What? You’re not willing?"
Gongye Lingchen said, displeased, seeing his hesitation.
"Well... I can’t beat him!"
Cai Zhengyang deeply understood the wisdom of yielding when necessary and never bluffing, so he admitted it right away, his face flushing.
"You can’t beat him? But he’s only Level 7!"
Gongye Lingchen’s eyes widened slightly, his face a mask of disbelief.
"It’s true. He has a bizarre Cultivation Technique that specifically counters my Martial Arts. Uh, maybe... you could find soone else, Senior Brother?"
Cai Zhengyang muttered under his breath.
"Useless!"
After saying this, Gongye Lingchen’s figure flickered, and he flew straight down the mountain path from the pavilion.
’Show-offs get struck by lightning. I hope you miss a step and eat dirt!’
Cai Zhengyang craned his neck to watch the disappearing figure down the mountain, feeling a little regretful. That bastard’s Lightweight Skill was truly sothing special.
Averting his gaze, Cai Zhengyang took out his phone and dialed Zhao Rui’s number.
"Hello!"
Zhao Rui’s voice ca from the other end after a mont.
"Brother Rui, I’m calling to tell you sothing. Senior Brother Gongye seems to be unhappy with you. He’s looking for soone to cause you trouble!"
Cai Zhengyang felt not a shred of guilt for selling him out so quickly.
Gongye Lingchen was already a fourth-year, and he was only a little bit stronger than him.
Zhao Rui, on the other hand, was only a Level 7 freshman and could already crush him. Anyone with a brain could figure out who was the better horse to back.
"Oh, I see. Thanks!"
"It’s only right. I might not respect others, but I definitely respect you, Brother Rui!"
After pledging his "loyalty," Cai Zhengyang gleefully hung up the phone.
’Ti to sit back and watch the show!’
...
Wherever there are people, there is the Jianghu!
But when all is said and done, the Jianghu exists because of people.
Zhao Rui had no idea what was wrong with that son of a bitch Gongye Lingchen.
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