Chapter 91: The Little Princess’s Secret Thoughts!

"I... I’m joining the Huaxia Kung Fu Club too!"

"Me too!!"

"Count me in!!"

"Damn it! What was I even thinking just now!!"

One person stood up, and then countless others rose with him.

The once-massive taekwondo crowd, in the blink of an eye, had nearly half its members on their feet, all heading toward the Huaxia Kung Fu Club!

Of course...

As these people passed by Ling Qiu, they almost instinctively ducked their heads.

But...

They soon noticed, to their surprise, that Ling Qiu now wore a faint smile.

And that smile...

Was not a sneer at all. On the contrary, it carried a gentle warmth that made him seem approachable!

Only at this moment...

Did they finally understand who had truly been on their side in everything that had just unfolded.

This student named Ling Qiu...

Was exactly what a fiery and proud son of Huaxia should be.

Today, they had truly learned something.

From Ling Qiu, they understood from the bottom of their hearts...

How a Huaxia man ought to live.

How to strike back when faced with slander and humiliation.

"Brother... thank you..."

Seeing this, the short, stout man looked at Ling Qiu with deep emotion, his eyes brimming with admiration.

He had never imagined...

That the Huaxia Kung Fu Club would attract so many willing to sign up.

Ling Qiu smiled lightly. "No need to thank me. I was only using your technique. By the way, I still haven't asked your name."

The stout man arched his Shin-chan eyebrows and grinned. "My name is Luo Yifan. Just call me Fat Luo!"

Ling Qiu nodded slightly. "All right, Brother Fat Luo. I’m leaving now."

He had long since had enough of this place.

What he really wanted to do was go back and keep researching which plush dolls to order online.

Seeing Ling Qiu turn to leave, the tall, thin man hurried over as well. "Ling Qiu! I haven’t properly introduced myself either! My name is Luo Fengshun. You can call me Skinny Luo!"

Ling Qiu: ???

Luo Yifan? Luo Fengshun?

"You two..."

At that, Fat Luo and Skinny Luo both flashed broad grins and draped their arms over each other’s shoulders. "That’s right, we’re real brothers! And twins, too! Look closely—don’t we look exactly alike?"

Ling Qiu: ???

So that was it. The two of you had been splitting up and going your separate ways since birth, each pursuing his own path? These twins looked like they had already fallen out with each other!

"Yes, you do."

Ling Qiu nodded seriously. "It’s practically like looking in a mirror."

After exchanging a few more casual words, Ling Qiu turned and left.

Talking with those two amusing brothers had completely dispelled the last trace of hostility still lingering in his heart.

With his hands in his pockets, Ling Qiu walked toward the exit in a relaxed mood.

And when he stepped out through the doors, almost everyone in the hall was unable to take their eyes off his back.

Today’s public demonstration had not been large, but it was far from small either...

So after today, Ling Qiu’s name would surely spread throughout all of Jiangnan University.

However...

The experts from the various schools were now looking at Ling Qiu with hostility.

Especially the hall master from the Yama Butterfly Ultimate Karate Hall, Inoue Nibaiwu, whose expression was especially cold and stern.

Sneaking off to a deserted corner, he slowly took out his phone and lowered his voice, speaking in clumsy Huaxia language. "Park Dae-seo-kun has been ruined by a student. He is no longer useful to us. Yes, a student. Some unknown student who came out of nowhere. From what I can tell, he may be practicing ancient Huaxia martial arts. And... he has joined the Huaxia Kung Fu Club. I’m worried... he may disrupt our plan."

A few orders came from the other end of the call.

Inoue Nibaiwu nodded repeatedly in agreement, and during the call he even glanced subconsciously toward the direction of Chu Mo from the Huaxia Kung Fu Club.

After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Yes, Mr. Huang! Please rest assured! As long as you send someone to deal with this student, then... I still have confidence that I can carry out the original plan!"

"Yes! His name is... Ling Qiu!"

...

The sports hall was still lively and noisy.

Even after Ling Qiu had walked dozens of meters away, he could still hear the heated commotion from inside.

And at this moment...

Someone was actually following behind him.

No need to look back...

Ling Qiu already knew who it was.

It was none other than Cheng Youyou.

Ling Qiu kept walking, and Cheng Youyou kept following.

At last, at a corner, Ling Qiu slipped inside.

Cheng Youyou hurried to quicken her pace. As she turned the corner, she found Ling Qiu already standing there waiting. Caught completely off guard, she ran straight into his arms.

"Ouch!"

Rubbing her head, Cheng Youyou shot him an irritated look. "What’s your problem? Why did you stop? What are you doing standing here?"

Ling Qiu was thoroughly impressed by Cheng Youyou’s habit of shouting about others while doing the exact same thing herself.

He said, "You really are an interesting girl. Why do you keep following me?"

Cheng Youyou’s face reddened. "Who’s been following you? Don’t flatter yourself!"

"You haven’t been following me?"

Ling Qiu said, "That’s even better."

With that, he turned and continued walking.

"Hey!"

Seeing Ling Qiu pick up his pace, Cheng Youyou could not hold herself back any longer. She hurried after him and called him to a stop.

"Fine, I was following you! But... I don’t mean anything by it, so don’t get ahead of yourself and misunderstand me!"

Cheng Youyou stepped in front of Ling Qiu in one stride.

She was still wearing her taekwondo uniform, chin raised, chest out, staring at Ling Qiu with an air of proud arrogance.

Ling Qiu shook his head helplessly. "Then what do you mean?"

Cheng Youyou took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking slowly. "Don’t you think... what you did today went a little too far?"

Ling Qiu: ???

"That’s what you came all this way to say?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, think whatever you like. I’ll do what I want to do. None of it has anything to do with anyone else."

"No!"

Cheng Youyou looked straight into Ling Qiu’s eyes. "It has everything to do with me!"

At that moment...

Ling Qiu was finally at a loss.

He had already experienced Cheng Youyou’s princess-like temper. This girl was not bad by nature.

But...

If he let her keep clinging to him in that smug, stubborn way, it would be annoying to death.

Then he might as well settle everything with her today, no matter what the issue was.

That would save him the trouble of her coming to bother him again in the future.

"All right, then tell me. How does it concern you?"

Ling Qiu folded his arms.

Cheng Youyou said righteously, "Although... I also think what Park Dae-seo and Liu Donghai did today was excessive! And in your sparring match, Park Dae-seo was simply inferior. Even if you injured his arm, he had only himself to blame! I also know that, in terms of heritage and history, taekwondo really cannot compare with our Huaxia martial arts. But... you can’t use that as a reason to completely deny an entire school of martial arts!"

Only then did Ling Qiu take a fresh look at Cheng Youyou’s taekwondo uniform.

Right.

Cheng Youyou...

Seemed to be the vice president of the taekwondo club.

After what he had done today, nearly half of the taekwondo members had run off to the Huaxia Kung Fu Club.

After all that talk...

Was Cheng Youyou blaming Ling Qiu for stealing members from her club?