"I wouldn’t say I like it that much," the young girl propped up her face with her hands, her cheeks squeezing out two bits of tender flesh, making her appear particularly cute, "but it’s really boring now, and when I think about it, it seems like a good place to go fight them!"
As she spoke further, her tone carried a hint of excitement.
This was something she just thought of—how great it would be to go find someone to brawl with when bored!
But she couldn’t just fight people randomly at school, the only place she could do that freely!
And fighting there wouldn’t result in her losing any credits with the teachers!
Looking for a fight when bored??
What kind of dangerous speech is this from a seemingly violent beauty?
Bring back the obedient Luo Luo I used to know!
Ever since witnessing the two sandbags that were smashed on the spot at taekwondo last time, Song Shijia felt that her perceptions and worldview were being continually challenged.
She really found herself more and more unable to understand Yun Qiluo.
Upon arriving at the taekwondo club, Yun Qiluo and Song Shijia were, as usual, not warmly welcomed by the girls there.
A few girls practicing poses in the practice room frowned as soon as they saw her.
But the boys inside were just as welcoming as last time to Yun Qiluo; as soon as she and Song Shijia arrived, the boys surrounded them enthusiastically.
Just one look at Yun Qiluo reminded them of what the president said last time about her smashing two sandbags in a row.
Even though no one took it seriously afterward, and upon actually witnessing the broken sandbags, they all unanimously agreed it was a quality issue with the bags.
Yet whenever they saw Yun Qiluo, they couldn’t help connecting her with the sandbags.
Everyone looked at her slender and fragile appearance and sighed once more: The president really had it tough, coming up with an excuse like that just to get more club funding!
It’s just pitiful for the adorable Yun, who was quietly taking the blame.
If Yun knew about it, how heartbroken would she be?
Seeing her with such a sweet and cute demeanor, some of the boys couldn’t help but feel protective and tender toward her.
They warmly gathered around her, expressing concern, "Yun, are you here to train?"
"It’s been so long since you came by after last time, we all missed you."
"Is it because school work is too busy?"
"Naturally, since Yun is a top student, even our professor praised her in class."
Yun Qiluo didn’t expect them to be so enthusiastic.
Embarrassed, she explained, "No, it’s not because of studying."
She just felt very embarrassed about breaking the sandbags and was afraid the president would ask her to compensate for them.
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But as long as she didn’t go into that room full of sandbags and dumbbells, it should be fine!
One senior, a third-year, asked, "Are you still planning to work on strength training today?"
Yun Qiluo shook her head and honestly said, "I just wanted to come find you guys to fight."
Everyone burst into laughter involuntarily, though most of the smiles were friendly.
Only a few girls sneered with a touch of ridicule, whispering:
"With her tiny frame, what can she possibly learn for a spar?"
"She’d probably start whining before even getting touched."
"Stop it, later on, our club boys will feel sorry for her again."
"Ugh, she’s so annoying, I don’t even feel like training when she’s around."
They discussed it quietly, but the practice room was only so big, and everyone still heard them.