Yun Qiluo was extremely disappointed in this Taekwondo club and nodded upon hearing the words.
After saying goodbye politely to some female club members outside, she walked out with Song Shijia.
In front of her, the girls in the club didn’t show much friendliness.
As soon as she left, people in the training room started discussing.
"I hope she never comes back after this. So dainty, what’s she learning Taekwondo for?"
"She left after not even ten minutes, probably got scared by our senior. After all, he’s the best in our club, and even holding back makes him uncomfortable." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net
"Maybe. When she was leaving, she was acting all high and mighty. Does she even know how long it takes to get a black belt? Unbelievable."
"But, by the way, why hasn’t our senior come out yet?"
As the girl finished speaking, everyone simultaneously looked towards the room next door.
The next second, one of the guys who had just gone in came out.
His face was incredibly strange, a mix of panic and a shock he hadn’t yet recovered from, with an absent look in his eyes.
Once he was out, he first glanced around the training room outside. Seeing no sign of Yun Qiluo or Song Shijia, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
Then he turned to the girls and said, "Quick, someone go call the school nurse."
The girls were curious, "What’s wrong?"
Their club had a medical kit for dealing with usual bumps and bruises, so what was the need to call the school nurse?
The boy had an even more peculiar expression, "It seems like our senior has a fracture..."
"What happened? Did he fall?"
"Just wait, I’ll go call right away." One of the older girls reacted and ran out to call the school nurse.
The remaining girls still stared at the boy.
Faced with their puzzled expressions, he scratched his head, still looking like he hadn’t entirely come to his senses:
"I’m not exactly sure either, but the senior said... he got it while sparring with Yun Qiluo," as he spoke, his voice grew uncertain, "Anyway, you’d better ask the senior yourselves."
The girls exchanged glances, utterly disbelieving.
Yun Qiluo? How could that be possible?
Was their senior out of his mind? That frail-looking Yun Qiluo, how could she possibly cause a fracture to their senior!
Besides, it was just a simple sparring match. Not only did she look so small and weak, but just in terms of skill, how could a novice possibly take down a man with a seventh-degree black belt?!
They quickly walked to the neighboring training room, wanting to see what had happened.
In the training room, the few guys who had come in to ask about it earlier were all standing to the side with complex expressions.
And their senior, who was notoriously tough.
Laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with a look of utter defeat.
There weren’t many visible injuries on him, but judging by his face and the cold sweat on his forehead, you could tell... he was in such pain he could barely move.
The girls were dumbfounded.
"Wha... what happened here?"
Though they didn’t usually senior, who often tried to touch them inappropriately, they never imagined... he would end up .
Next to him, a guy spoke with a look of resignation on his face, "It’s a fracture. The senior said that Yun Qiluo... is an expert, skilled in some kind of mysterious martial arts, hits incredibly hard, yet leaves no visible marks."
Another person quietly added, "Senior said he wasn’t prepared at first, and by the time he realized and wanted to fight back, he didn’t even have a chance..."