You're Screwing With Me, Right?

Although this young man had no spirit in his eyes, he had a very well-shaped body, his height roughly 180 centimeters. He wore an ordinary gray short-sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans.

His spiritless eyes stared at Roland for a while, and then he walked over. Separated by the low red brick perimeter wall, he asked in a weak voice, "Friend, what are you doing here?"

"Just taking a look." Roland shifted his gaze away from the young man. He stared at the two students sparring on the field and said unhurriedly, "I heard that this place was a miaodao club, so I came over to see if it was real."

The young man grinned impassively, as if he were smiling without the intention of doing so. "Feel free to look around."