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"Oh, oh, oh, I finally get to attend summer gym class! Xiao You, look, look! Hehe, I love sports shorts." Under the refreshing shade of a tree, Huang Wei's expression was one of drooling excitement, while Yang Xiaoyou leaned against the trunk with a relaxed demeanor.
"Hey, why do I feel like something's off with you today? Tsk, you look so down. Could it be..." Huang Wei noticed that Yang Xiaoyou had not responded to him at all.
Huang Wei tilted his head in confusion and then suddenly wore a suspicious expression as if he had thought of something.
That look made Yang Xiaoyou feel a bit uneasy.
As Huang Wei grew increasingly concerned, he moved a little closer, only to suddenly display a lewd grin. "Could it be that you've secretly taken some personal items from the two goddesses?"
Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but lift his foot and kick Huang Wei in the abdomen, causing him to double over.
"Pfft! You... you mean I've been hit?" Huang Wei clutched his stomach, struggling to suppress the discomfort as he spoke haltingly. Yang Xiaoyou quickly pressed his foot down onto Huang Wei's foot to finally silence him.
At that moment, one of the boys in their group let out a series of exaggerated cries. Turning to look, they saw a group of girls seemingly warming up as they jogged by on the track.
The source of the boys' howls was none other than Liang Wuxuan, who was leading the group. The white elastic sports shirt accentuated her graceful figure perfectly, especially her fair legs exposed by the ultra-short blue shorts that dazzled the eyes of many eager onlookers.
Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Remembering the 'punishment' she had given him earlier in the Activity Room made him feel a bit parched.
As Yang Xiaoyou watched Liang Wuxuan, she seemed to notice him too. A mischievous smile flashed across her face as she made a shooting gesture towards him with her hand, adding an extra touch of vitality and allure.
"Oh no, I've been shot! The goddess just smiled at me!" Just as Yang Xiaoyou felt a rush of heat in his body, Huang Wei's voice beside him acted like a powerful cold compress, extinguishing all flames of excitement.
In gratitude, Yang Xiaoyou retaliated with a punch to Huang Wei's abdomen and then gave his shoulder a heavy pat.
This semester in gym class, Yang Xiaoyou continued to choose Zhao Liang's course. However, Liu Lianyue decided to switch to another group because she couldn't stand Huang Wei's persistent antics in their mixed-gender group.
At the same time, last semester, Zhao Liang had successfully won over most of the students in this group with his expertise, even though the students were aware that their teacher seemed to have limited mobility in his arm due to an injury from a previous bandage. Nevertheless, they still held him in high regard.
However, when Zhao Liang arrived today, he was not alone; he was accompanied by the Grade Director, who appeared to be advising him on something.
Zhao Liang, looking somewhat reluctant, eventually nodded and agreed to the Director's request.
"Attention everyone, there has been a change in today's lesson. Our combat classes will be combined for this session, and the school has invited several experts to provide demonstrations and explanations for you all," Zhao Liang announced loudly as he stepped in front of the group.
Upon hearing this, the students showed no signs of reluctance; after all, physical education classes were meant to be lively. Moreover, combining with other groups might even include a few that only accepted female students.
Because of this situation, several students began discussing among themselves, and soon they followed Zhao Liang toward the indoor gymnasium.
"Mr. Liu, this should be the last group, right? Heh, it seems like this gentleman has some issues with his arm; no wonder he's moving so slowly," one person dressed in a white training outfit remarked as Yang Xiaoyou's group entered the gym. The comment came out in a somewhat awkward tone.
As he spoke, he cast a sharp glance at Zhao Liang's slightly unnatural arm and quickly identified the problem.
However, seeing this somewhat stiff fellow made Yang Xiaoyou raise an eyebrow in suspicion; she felt she had seen him somewhere before. Observing his stable and powerful stance as he moved, it was clear that most of his training had focused on his legs, which added to his awkward speech.
As their group reached the center and merged with others, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but feel speechless upon spotting a handsome young man in his thirties standing on the podium. It was none other than the fellow from Golden Dragon Taekwondo Academy who had caused trouble at Qi Qiusheng's fitness center last time. She hadn't expected him to bounce back after taking a heavy hit months ago.
"Did he get surgery? His recovery seems quite fast," Yang Xiaoyou muttered under her breath after recognizing him.
However, according to Qi Menglu's account, Golden Dragon Dojo hadn't caused any more trouble since then and seemed to be operating quietly.
Now it appeared that their situation was rather awkward. They likely found some way to come to Yuying Middle School for a demonstration performance in hopes of attracting some elite students to learn from them, which could help them regain some footing.
With so many people around, Yang Xiaoyou wasn't worried about being recognized or causing trouble. After all, she had just gotten into a scuffle with Xiao Yun recently and didn't have Charming Shadow by her side. With Liang Wuxuan's teasing still fresh in her mind, things had been quite tense lately. The strange "punishment" from today's Activity Room had barely helped ease her stress.
He wasn't one to cause trouble; he simply watched the other's "performance" in silence.
"I am honored to have the opportunity to come to this renowned institution," said Park Seung-yi, standing on stage and speaking in slightly formal Chinese after noticing that the audience had gathered.
However, many of the students below seemed unimpressed, and murmurs of discontent persisted, mostly from those who recognized him.
"Isn't that the one from Golden Dragon Dojo?"
"Tsk, turns out he's just that Taekwondo guy. I heard their previous Dojo Master was taken down by a regular person with a low blow and ended up committing suicide. It was quite the scandal back then. This new guy has also been hospitalized for a while after suffering the same fate a few months ago."
"Tsk tsk, why did the school invite someone like him? Even for gym class, this is such a waste. Our guidance director probably received some kickbacks; it's bizarre that someone like him can work at Yuying."
"Exactly."
Initially, only one or two students were discussing it, but as they shared their thoughts, more students joined in, spreading the "truth" around like a relay, causing the commotion to grow louder.
This left Park Seung-yi feeling quite embarrassed; he had come here with an important mission and couldn't afford to mess it up.
Fortunately, at that moment, the guidance director took the microphone and began to reprimand them.
"Quiet! Look at yourselves; don't embarrass us in front of our international guests."
His tone and expression were stern, showing great effort in his authority. After all, he was the guidance director, and his reputation still held some weight. The students gradually quieted down.
This response pleased Park Seung-yi; dealing with others at Yuying Middle School had been challenging as they all acted so bureaucratically. Finally finding a way to connect with the guidance director felt rewarding.
"I know you’ve heard some negative rumors. I don’t want to refute anything here; we have indeed stumbled before due to such despicable tactics!" Park Seung-yi generously admitted without any attempt at denial.
This kind of honesty did earn him a certain amount of goodwill.
"Everyone has their moments of oversight; we martial artists are no exception. The Republic of Korea is a nation of etiquette, and our competitions are conducted according to the rules. However, those two opponents who were disrespectful were willing to go to any lengths for victory. On the streets, we have ruthless attack methods, but in competitions, we give our opponents ample preparation. That person took advantage of this." After admitting this, Park Seung-yi slowly began to defend himself and clear his name.
However, he also understood that no matter how impressive his words were, they were merely supplementary. Ultimately, it was best to leave a deep impression through actual combat. Recently, he had noticed that when his burden shifted from two to one, he could focus all his energy on recovery and martial arts, which led to further improvement!
As long as he could perform perfectly and create a visual shock for the students here, if even one-tenth or one-twentieth of them were willing to come and learn more, that would be enough to support the Association's continued existence!
To create a visual impact, live combat was undoubtedly the best approach. Initially, he had planned to spar with a few of his junior disciples while explaining techniques.
However, after hearing the initial commotion, he realized that if it were all his own people practicing together, the students with limited insight might misunderstand it as a pre-rehearsed performance. Even if they fought hard and displayed dazzling techniques, the effect would likely be limited.
Thus, he needed to adopt some special methods. Yuying Middle School undoubtedly had an exceptionally strong faculty, including many powerful fighters in the field of sports and martial arts.
There were even some whose abilities matched his own. It seemed he had to find a way here.
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