Chapter 37: The Goddesses with Such Looks

Jiang Churan, Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling, the four class beauties, all focused their gazes on Ning Chuan.

The four pairs of beautiful eyes narrowed simultaneously.

At the same time, all the male students from the four classes in the School of Economics and Management looked at Ning Chuan with unfriendly expressions.

Wu Junyong, who had clashed with Ning Chuan the day before, and his lackeys, including the foolish Le Pengfei who had been thrown into the artificial lake by Ning Chuan, all looked at Ning Chuan with hatred.

At this moment, a kind-hearted boy nearby approached and said, "Hey, you two better watch your words and be careful! We, the four class beauties, all have handsome and wealthy guys pursuing us!"

"Our class's Jiang Churan is being pursued by Wu Junyong, the handsome and wealthy guy from Class 2. Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling, on the other hand, have senior students and rich heirs pursuing them..."

"We are just ordinary people. Thinking about these goddesses with such looks is fine, but getting involved with them will only bring trouble."

Hearing this, Ji Xingyu immediately forced a bitter smile.

Although he was a local in Jiangcheng and came from a decent family, he couldn't be considered a handsome and wealthy guy or a wealthy playboy.

Compared to people like Wu Junyong, there was indeed a gap between them.

Ning Chuan smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Soon, the instructor arrived.

After basic formation training, to make the military training less boring, the instructor began teaching military boxing!

The classmates became excited, both boys and girls, and everyone enthusiastically participated and learned.

Of course, even though military boxing was only the most basic form of boxing, the majority of students couldn't remember the movements.

"Hmm? This student, you're quite good at military boxing. Have you learned it before?" the instructor noticed Wu Junyong in the formation of Class 2 and asked curiously.

Wu Junyong performed military boxing very well, with precise and fluent movements, and sufficient strength. He seemed to be catching up to the instructor!

With the instructor's comment, Wu Junyong became even more enthusiastic about his performance.

Other classmates also looked at Wu Junyong, captivated by his seamless and fluid boxing technique.

"Wow! Wu Junyong's boxing stance is so cool!"

"This is the aura of a true man, leaving other male students in the class far behind!"

"It's a pity that Wu Junyong is interested in Jiang Churan, the class beauty from Class 1. Otherwise..."

Especially the female students from the four classes gazed at Wu Junyong with infatuated eyes.

"Instructor, Brother Yong has been practicing martial arts at the best martial arts hall in Jiangcheng. He has even practiced Baguazhang!" Wu Junyong's lackey, Le Pengfei, spoke up.

"I see. If he has even practiced Baguazhang, then military boxing is indeed too basic for this student," the instructor commented.

"Very good, very good. We didn't expect to have such talent among the freshmen this year!" The instructors from the four formations of the School of Economics and Management nodded and praised.

"Sigh! This is the difference. Wu Junyong has money, good looks, excellent academic performance, and even cultivates martial arts... People like him and us ordinary folks are destined to be in two different worlds," Ji Xingyu sighed.

Ning Chuan just smiled. In his eyes, Wu Junyong was no different from a friend in kindergarten.

The morning military training soon came to an end.

Just as the instructor was about to announce the dismissal, a group of students in civilian clothes approached.

This group of students seemed strange.

They weren't wearing military training uniforms, and although they all had black hair and yellow skin, they seemed oddly peculiar.

In the eyes of each of them, there was a sense of disdain and contempt, as if adults were looking at children playing house.

Ning Chuan frowned upon seeing this group of people.

At that moment, the leader of the group stepped forward arrogantly and loudly declared, "Hello, everyone. We are international students from Kimchi Country."

"What's the matter?" the instructor asked.

"Well, you see, we have come to Xia Country for studying abroad this time. Besides academic exchanges, we also hope to have martial arts exchanges with everyone!" the leading international student said.

"Martial arts exchanges?" The instructor furrowed his brow.

"Yes, martial arts originated from our Kimchi Country! Later, it spread to your Xia Country and was regarded as a national treasure by your people."

"Furthermore, you refuse to acknowledge that the martial arts from our Kimchi Country are the ancestors of Xia Country's martial arts!"

"We find this very unfair! We hope to make you recognize this fact through martial arts exchanges with you."

The words of the leading international student instantly ignited the whole scene.

"What the hell! Have these Kimchi people gone crazy?"

"They actually claim that the martial arts from Kimchi Country are the ancestors of our Xia Country's martial arts? What a joke!"

The crowd became furious and started making a commotion.

"These Kimchi international students are all members of the Taekwondo club at the school. Although they are arrogant, they do have real skills. According to the previous military training, they challenged every department in the school and defeated all the senior students who dared to fight them..."

Some knowledgeable students revealed the background of these international students.

"Any brave Xia Country students here, dare to come up and have an exchange with us?"

The leading international student raised his chin high, looking down on everyone with extreme arrogance.

A tall student immediately stepped out of the formation.

"It's Wei Feng, the student with outstanding physical abilities! He has trained in Sanda and should be able to teach these arrogant Kimchi international students a lesson!"

The students from the School of Economics and Management immediately became excited.

"Park Bu-dao, go and spar with this Xia Country student. But be gentle and don't break any bones. We wouldn't want to cause an international dispute if that happens."

The leading international student intentionally said.

"Don't worry, I won't break your bones, Xia Country student." A student wearing a white robe stepped forward arrogantly.

"Wei Feng, go for it!"

"Wei Feng, go for it!"

The students from the four classes of the School of Economics and Management shouted loudly, cheering him on.

Only Ning Chuan shook his head. "He can't defeat them."

Ning Chuan's voice was not loud, but Jiang Churan, who was standing in front of him, heard it. She frowned, turned her head, and looked at Ning Chuan with disgust.

Amidst the cheering of the crowd, Wei Feng shouted and threw a punch at Park Bu-dao.

"Take this!"

Wei Feng roared, throwing a punch.

"Foolish."

Park Bu-dao sneered, dodging the punch by moving his body to the side.

Then, as Wei Feng's punch missed and he lost his balance, Park Bu-dao swiftly executed a standard Taekwondo sidekick!

Bang!

It hit Wei Feng's chest directly.

"Ouch!"

Wei Feng felt a tremendous force and let out a miserable scream.

He retreated five steps but still couldn't maintain his balance. In the end, he sat down on the ground!

The cheering of the students from the School of Economics and Management instantly disappeared, replaced by dead silence.

"Hahaha!"

Instead, there was the arrogant laughter of the Kimchi international students.

"So this is the level of your Xia Country's martial arts?"

"Just this? You still refuse to acknowledge that our Kimchi Country is your ancestor?"

"This is truly ridiculous! It seems that there is no one in mighty Xia Country who truly knows martial arts anymore!"

"What a weak nation!"

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