Zhao Rong looked at the shot putter before him and politely declined, "I'm sorry, but I'm just an ordinary student, not so master. I'm certainly not taking on any disciples."
As he spoke, Zhao Rong led his group toward a nearby classroom.
The shot putter chased after them, shouting, "Sir, please take in! The only reason I ca to the Sports College to train in shot put was to aim for the Olympics and win the championship!" He added desperately, "Sir, if that's not possible, could you at least let join your team?"
Zhao Rong did not agree. He simply waved a hand at his assistant and said, "See our guest out."
Hearing this, the assistant stepped forward, pointed at the shot putter, and said, "Brother, your brow is dark with misfortune, and you have a lecherous look about you. It's clear you're a wicked person. Therefore, you aren't worthy of becoming Zhao Rong's disciple, nor can you join our team. Please leave."
The man shalessly persisted, "Big bro, I might look a little sleazy, but I'm actually an exceptionally good man..."
Before he could finish, a beautiful woman jumped out from the side. She pointed at him and declared, "What good man? Last year, he got pregnant and then forced to have an abortion!"
Hearing this, the shot putter turned to her and cursed, "Damn it, I'm busy here! Get lost and stop bothering !"
He had barely finished speaking when another young woman jumped out. She pointed a finger at him and said, "Have you forgotten last Friday, when you lured to that hotel near the school gate?"
The man refused to acknowledge her. "Who the hell are you? Get lost! I'm trying to beco a disciple here, don't screw this up for !"
The young woman imdiately pulled a condom wrapper and a hotel receipt from her pocket. She furiously berated him, "You took to a hotel, and as the man, not only did you not pay for the room, but I even had to pay for the condoms! You're not a man at all, you're just an animal!"
Zhao Rong, who had reached the hallway entrance, heard this and could no longer tolerate the man's egregious behavior.
With a sudden backflip, Zhao Rong landed in front of his assistant and shouted, "Assistant, turn around!"
Seeing Zhao Rong, the assistant instantly understood his intent. He did a quick roll on the spot, stood before Zhao Rong, and pulled up his shirt. Pointing to his own stomach, he said, "Brother Zhao Rong, I know you want to use the Punch Beyond Mountains technique! Go on, just hit my stomach as hard as you can!"
When the shot putter saw Zhao Rong's sudden backflip, he thought to himself, Has Zhao Rong been moved by my words? Did he co back to take as his disciple, or maybe let join his team?
He chuckled inwardly. If Zhao Rong lets join the team, I'll learn their peerless skills first, then destroy their group from within. Finally, I'll take out all five of them, one by one...
But before his sneer could fade, Zhao Rong's Punch Beyond Mountains had already shot out toward him with the speed of lightning. The shot putter felt a powerful gust of wind, followed by an intense, searing pain.
Suddenly, he felt his body lift off the ground and go flying out of the school grounds.
Seeing the man sent flying by his punch, Zhao Rong rubbed his fists, sighed, and said, "From now on, I'll beat up every scumbag I see who deceives won."
With that, he turned and walked into the academic building. He had only taken a few steps, however, when he heard appreciative voices behind him.
The woman who had been forced to have an abortion looked at Zhao Rong gratefully. "Sir, you really got justice for !"
The young woman who had been lured to the hotel also thanked him, saying, "Scumbags like him deserve to be beaten, and beaten hard!"
After they finished speaking, the two won took a short video of Zhao Rong and posted it on TikTok with the caption: Young Hero Pumls Scumbag.
After Zhao Rong and his group entered the classroom, they were surprised by how large the first-year classroom at the Sports College was. The academic lesson was simple. After they breezed through it, they went to their physical education class.
In P.E., everyone practiced the sport they had chosen as their elective. The three won had also picked their favorite courses.
Lili chose rhythmic gymnastics. As she practiced with the coach, she looked at Zhao Rong from a distance and mused to herself, Brother Zhao Rong, do you know why I'm practicing rhythmic gymnastics? You could never guess my real intentions, could you? I'm doing this to make my body incredibly flexible. That way, after we get married, I can... serve you well every night...
With that thought, Lili dedicated herself to her training with intense focus and effort.
Yu Lan, on the other hand, chose synchronized swimming. She figured all n loved to watch synchronized swimming, especially the female athletes. Besides, with her stunning figure, she beca even more eye-catching the mont she put on a swimsuit, drawing gazes from everyone around. While practicing in the water with her coach, Yu Lan glanced at Zhao Rong on the poolside and muttered, Brother Zhao Rong, do you know why I'm practicing synchronized swimming? My true intentions... you'll never guess them, will you? Just wait for our wedding night. Then you'll understand...
Unlike Lili and Yu Lan, Xuelian chose to practice yoga. She chose it because she thought many of the poses were cool. It could also make one's body extrely flexible, capable of contorting into all sorts of positions. While practicing, Xuelian glanced at Zhao Rong and whispered to herself, Brother Zhao Rong, once I've mastered yoga, when we're together... I'll make you beg for life but be denied it, and beg for death but be unable to find it...
anwhile, the assistant chose Taekwondo. He chose it because he thought that a man in a white Taekwondo uniform, executing all sorts of impressive kicks, was sure to make the nearby won swoon and fall deeply in love with him.
Unlike his assistant, Lili, Yu Lan, and Xuelian, Zhao Rong had no idea which course to choose. He considered Taekwondo, but his body was too stiff, and the stretching was unbearable. He thought about swimming, but he had been a poor swimr since junior high and still hadn't managed to learn. As for wrestling, Zhao Rong found the idea of two large, sweaty n grappling with each other completely unappealing.
As Zhao Rong wandered aimlessly across the sports field, he saw a group of people practicing the discus throw.
Curious, Zhao Rong walked over. Does throwing a discus even require any special training? You just grab it and throw it, right?
Just as he was approaching the students, one of them, a bald man, said to his companion, "See that kid walking over here?"
The long-haired man next to him nodded. "Yeah, I see him. What about it?"
The bald man decided to pick on him. "The more I look at that kid, the more I dislike him. I'm going to peg him with this discus..." Saying this, he looked eager to try.
The long-haired man chid in, "How about this: we both throw at the sa ti. You aim for his head, I'll aim for his feet. He'll have nowhere to dodge."
They exchanged a look and broke into sinister laughter. After they finished, the bald man said, "I'll count to three, and we'll throw together. How about it?"
The long-haired man nodded. "Sure, no problem. I love watching easy targets get hit by our discuses and writhe in pain."
With that, they took aim at Zhao Rong's head and feet and threw their discuses.
Zhao Rong was walking peacefully when he suddenly sensed two objects flying toward him. When he realized they were discuses, he reacted instantly. It all happened in a flash. Zhao Rong's right hand shot out and snatched the discus aid at his head. Simultaneously, his left foot kicked out, sending the other discus, aid at his big toe, flying away. Just like that, he effortlessly averted the danger.
When the bald and long-haired n saw Zhao Rong catch one discus and kick the other away, they were completely dumbfounded.
The bald man gasped. "No way! How is this new guy so good?"
The long-haired man's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Our throws are so fast and powerful! How could he possibly stop them?"
The bald man bent down, picked up an even larger discus, and said, "The first one didn't hit him, but I refuse to believe this one won't kill him." He then hurled the heavier, bigger discus straight at Zhao Rong.
Watching the discus fly toward its target, the bald man laughed. "Last ti, I saw so kid walking with his nose in the air, acting all high and mighty. I didn't like the look of him, so I clocked him with a discus. Left him a bloody ss. He's been real low-key ever since."
The long-haired man chuckled. "This guy today doesn't look all that impressive. Why'd you want to smash him?"
"Because he's better looking than ," the bald man explained. "Any man in this world who's more handso than gets a discus to the face."
When the long-haired man heard this reason, he was so shocked he stumbled and fell. Scrambling back up and flipping his long hair, he said, "Hey, Baldy, I'm actually better looking than you... but I'm begging you, please don't hit with a discus!"
The bald man scoffed. "Long-hair, don't be ridiculous. You're not nearly as handso as . I'm the second-most handso man in the world, right after Beckham."
Hearing the bald man's outrageous claim, his companion imdiately beca indignant. "Don't flatter yourself, Baldy! I think, all things considered, I'm at least a little bit more handso than you are!"
"I'm more handso!" the bald man retorted angrily.
"I'm handsor than you!" the long-haired man argued back.
The argunt escalated until the long-haired man and the bald man started physically fighting. While they were brawling, Zhao Rong finally pinpointed where the flying discuses had co from.
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