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Chapter 27: Am I Here for an Arranged Meeting?
After Xueheng announced his intention to challenge the dojo, the receptionist gave him a strange look before picking up the phone on the desk to inform the dojo that 'someone was here to challenge them'.
She looked at Xueheng, who was sitting in the resting chair with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, with a pitying expression.
Such a handsome man, it's a shame he's a little crazy.
But even so, he's not bad...
Even if he's just a piece of meat... having him as a display at home would be amazing.
Unaware of the receptionist's impolite thoughts, Xueheng sat in his chair, pretending to be a silent expert as he waited for a response from the dojo.
A few minutes later, the receptionist answered a call, spoke for a while, then hung up. She stood up and said to Xueheng, "Mr., Mr."
Xueheng opened his eyes and looked at her.
The receptionist showed him the brightest smile she had practiced in front of the mirror and said softly, "Please follow me."
Xueheng nodded and stood up.
The receptionist, dressed in a figure-hugging dark blue cheongsam that accentuated her curvaceous figure, led the way. The cheongsam slit high on both sides, almost reaching her thighs, and as she walked, her slender, fleshy legs in high heels swayed left and right, giving glimpses of what lay beneath.
It was unclear if it was intentional, but the way she walked exaggerated the sway of her hips, stretching the cheongsam tight and revealing the outlines of her body. Xueheng, following behind her, couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Cheongsams are truly a wonderful invention.
Following the receptionist into the dojo, Xueheng found that the interior was a stark contrast to the modern exterior. The dojo's interior was decorated in an ancient style, with red wooden corridors carved with dragons, phoenixes, and mythical beasts. Calligraphy, antique paintings, and folding screens depicting landscapes were everywhere, matching Xueheng's impression of a traditional martial arts dojo.
However, as they entered the largest training hall on this floor, the style changed yet again, becoming more modern.
The vast and spacious hall had a white rubber floor, with dozens of differently styled punching bags and various types of fitness equipment, most of which Xueheng didn't recognize.
In addition, there were octagonal platforms with soft mats in each corner of the training hall, where disciples in white training uniforms were sparring. Many other disciples stood around, watching the matches.
"Feel free to look around and explore, Mr."
After leading Xueheng inside, the receptionist smiled at him.
Xueheng lightly acknowledged her with a 'hmph' and began to survey the surroundings.
Seeing that the handsome young man didn't show any further interest in her, the receptionist was a little disappointed, but she had no choice but to return to the front desk in her high heels.
Xueheng focused on one of the matches taking place on the platforms, finding it quite intense as the fighters exchanged blows without holding back. No wonder the surrounding disciples were excitedly cheering them on.
These are probably just ordinary disciples who paid to enter, but their skills are much higher than I expected.
He didn't watch for long and instead took off his shoes and sat down on a leather sofa in the resting area.
Some of the disciples noticed him.
"Hmm? Who's that? Is he new?"
"He didn't change into a uniform, so probably not. Maybe he's just visiting?"
"He's so handsome! I want to get his contact information. I'm eating fresh meat today!"
Many female disciples' eyes lit up.
But before they could take any action, a commotion came from the entrance of the training hall.
"The old master and his personally taught disciples are here!"
Xueheng's eyes shifted towards the entrance.
He saw a group of five or six people, led by a Mediterranean-looking elderly man in a wheelchair, walking towards him.
Chapter: The Challenge
Behind the elderly man in the wheelchair was a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She pushed the wheelchair, her eyes bright and lively like a curious kitten, fixingly gazing at Xueheng.
Flanking the girl were two men and another woman.
One was a robust middle-aged man with long hair flowing down to his waist. His face was refined and cold, and he wore a black training uniform with his muscular forearms exposed from the rolled-up sleeves.
Next to him was a young man in his early twenties, handsome with seductive eyes. He appraised Xueheng up and down, occasionally nodding and clicking his tongue in appreciation.
Lastly, there was a pretty young woman with short hair. Her face was cold, and she bore a striking resemblance to the middle-aged man, likely father and daughter. She also wore a black training uniform, showcasing her impressive figure. In her hands, she held an oversized meat bun, which she kept biting into, causing her ample bosom to jiggle with each step.
After sizing up the group, Xueheng's gaze landed on the cat sitting on the wheelchair's armrest.
The cat licked its paw and nodded at him.
"What's going on? Even the old master has come out. I've been coming to the dojo for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him in the training hall."
"Even the personally taught disciples who never leave the premises are here. Something big must be happening. Could our dojo finally be in trouble?"
"What a cute cat... I've been single for so long that even a cat looks handsome to me now."
"With Shujie and Mengjie right in front of you, you're looking at a cat... No wonder you're single."
With the arrival of the master and his personally taught disciples, the trainees in the hall became aware of the unusual gathering and gradually fell silent, with only a few whispers remaining.
"..."
The elderly man, Mr. Li, stopped in front of Xueheng, and his four personally taught disciples lined up behind him, each with distinctive appearances and auras, creating quite the spectacle. However, Mr. Li himself looked like an ordinary old man one might find on the street.
"I heard you're here to challenge our dojo?" Mr. Li asked.
As soon as he spoke, a stir rippled through the room.
Xueheng first glanced at the cat, then stood up, his gaze calm and steady as he nodded, "Yes."
Seeing Xueheng stand up, prepared for a confrontation, Mr. Li immediately waved his hand and sighed, "Now, now, no need to be so tense. It's just a challenge, no need to be so serious. Please, take a seat."
Xueheng, who had just stood up, paused for a moment, his mouth twitching before he sat back down.
Mr. Li scanned Xueheng up and down, his eyes inexplicably softening.
"What's your name, young man?"
Xueheng's expression turned strange as he replied, "Xueheng..."
"And how old are you?"
"Seventeen..."
Mr. Li nodded, seemingly pleased. "Hmm... Your age is quite suitable, and our zodiac signs don't clash."
"Where do you live, and what do your parents do for a living?"
"Are you an only child? Do you have any siblings?"
"You attend the affiliated high school? Good, very good."
As Mr. Li asked question after question, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly bizarre.
Xueheng wore a bewildered expression.
Did I come here for an arranged marriage?
The cat on the wheelchair's armrest had blue veins popping out on its forehead; it was both ashamed and angry.
This old fool, what has he misunderstood?!
"Meow!" The cat quickly spoke up to stop the line of questioning, feeling embarrassed for Xueheng.
If Mr. Li continued, it would be hard for it to face Xueheng's family.
Hearing the cat's meow of protest, Mr. Li reluctantly stopped his interrogation.
He cleared his throat and said, "Alright, let's get to the point. Since Xiao Jing wants to challenge our dojo, who would like to take him up on that?"
He turned to his disciples.
The young-looking girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately raised her right hand, "Hey, hey, I'll do it! I'll take on the challenge!"
...
(End of Chapter)
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