Chen Feng went to the Martial Arts Hall and finished Practicing Boxing.
[Sandboxing: Mastery (41%)]
Though the gains from Practicing Boxing were meager, they were better than nothing.
Then, after a quick shower, he quickly changed his clothes in the dressing room.
"The assessment is the day after tomorrow, are you confident?"
Lin Hao asked with a smile, as always the quickest to act, already slinging his baseball bag over his shoulder.
Chen Feng calmly replied, wiping his short buzzed hair with a towel.
"Hehe, looks like you're really not afraid of Xu Dongtai."
Smiling and nodding thoughtfully, Lin Hao.
He could probably sense the progress and Transformation of the other party.
Immediately, watching Chen Feng put on a loose black short-sleeve shirt, he thought for a moment, then said:
"I need to remind you of something, Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan have been very close to Zhou Xin these past few days, privately."
"You figure it out yourself."
"Very close?" Raising an eyebrow, Chen Feng understood the implication.
The rules of the assessment were a free-for-all; he naturally wouldn't forget.
Immediately, watching Lin Hao's smiling face, he finally said thanks.
"Weh, it's nothing, I'm off."
With a carefree wave, Lin Hao smiled, quickly turned, and left the Martial Arts Hall.
Watching his retreating figure, Chen Feng squinted his eyes.
Although he didn't know why Lin Hao wanted to help him, he wouldn't refuse others' kindness.
Even if, for him, this kindness wasn't that significant anymore.
Immediately afterward, he locked the metal locker in the dressing room.
He straightened the flipped hem of his shirt and quickly left with his bag of clothes.
The bus stop was not far from the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall. Approaching it, Chen Feng could clearly see his reflection in the glass—
Dressed in a casual black T-shirt and loose straight-leg jeans.
Wearing white sneakers, those were the same ones Chen Yun had bought him as a gift for his birthday last year while he was still in school.
It looked plain, but his robust physique and full muscles held everything together.
Nodding, Chen Feng withdrew his gaze.
Soon after, the No. 17 bus arrived, he scanned the code, boarded the bus, found an empty spot by grasping the handle, and stood near the rear door.
The view of the street slowly receded, and the signboard of the Martial Arts Hall also became increasingly distant.
Chen Yun had chosen a restaurant near the institute, located on Construction Road in Qinghe District.
It was roughly ten or so kilometers away, and considering the bus stops along the route, with people getting on and off, the journey would take about an hour.
So Chen Feng decided not to go home first and headed straight for the destination.
The ride was uneventful, but as it neared five o'clock, more and more people got on the bus.
The bus swayed from side to side as it turned, but Chen Feng's feet remained firmly planted, unmovable.
He appeared like a black monolith.
"Xiao Feng should be almost here."
Construction Road, Yongxiang Street.
Outside a restaurant named Spicy Hot Pot, two figures stood.
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing square glasses, somewhat slender and tall, with meticulously groomed gray-black hair parted 70%-30%.
Dressed in a dark-colored short-sleeve shirt and casual pants, he gave off the air of an intellectual.
"Xiao Feng said he's almost at the station, should be just a few minutes."
Chen Yun continuously nodded, her face tinted with nervousness.
Upon closer inspection, she seemed to be about 1.7 meters tall, slightly shorter than Mr. Li.
She appeared to be in her late twenties, with long black hair tied back, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans.
Though bare-faced with some freckles, she had a beautiful face that provided a clean appearance.
"Look how nervous you are."
"Don't worry, I just want to see if he has really figured out his future and is not being deceived by someone."
Noticing Chen Yun's nervousness, Mr. Li said gently, "Xiao Feng has always been introverted, which can make him vulnerable in society."
"As long as he is on the right path, I will support him without any reservations."
Chen Yun nodded, understanding her mentor's concerns.
Ever since her parents passed away, she and Chen Feng had been under the care of Mr. Li, and their relationship had become like that of close relatives.
Thus, she knew that he was worried about Chen Feng potentially straying onto the wrong path or being deceived into joining the underworld or engaging in illegal boxing.
"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your concern."
Chen Yun expressed her gratitude.
"Hey, Xiao Feng is just like you, both my younger generation, so there's nothing too troubling."
"If you really appreciate me, when you go back, give your project some more thorough research. I've put a lot of faith in you, now it's up to you."
Mr. Li said with a smile, and Chen Yun nodded again and again.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and she quickly checked the message.
[Xiao Feng: I have arrived at the station.]
"He's here, Mr. Li, Xiao Feng said he's at the station," Chen Yun said while quickly looking toward the nearby bus stop adjacent to the asphalt road.
Mr. Li nodded and looked along.
At that moment the bus arrived at the station, and five figures stepped off.
Four men and one woman.
Yet, the thin and restrained Chen Feng was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Yun puzzled, worried about making Mr. Li wait too long, quickly sent another message: "Xiao Feng, Mr. Li and I didn't see you, did you miss your stop?"
[Xiao Feng: I see you.]
The phone vibrated, and after reading the message, Chen Yun was somewhat surprised.
Then, the world in front of her suddenly darkened, as if all the light was being blocked.
Mr. Li beside her paused his breathing slightly, and Chen Yun, sensing something was off, hurriedly looked up.
White sports shoes, denim pants, and a black T-shirt.
A face both familiar and strange appeared, about eighty to ninety percent similar to memory.
But this robust physique was entirely different, making her gasp in brief hesitation.
Nodding, Chen Feng responded.
Immediately, it was visible that both Chen Yun and Mr. Li widened their eyes, full of surprise.
"Xiao Feng, how have you become so muscular so suddenly?"
Chen Yun couldn't help expressing her astonishment and confusion.
After all, just half a month ago, she had been taking care of a feverish Chen Feng.
At that time, although he had been practicing boxing for quite a while, he was rather thin, and the difference from now was undeniable.
"Maybe it's because of fitness," Chen Feng casually found an excuse.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yun felt it was almost magical but still subconsciously nodded.
"It seems Xiao Feng's coach was right; he really does have a talent for boxing."
Mr. Li praised, adjusting his square glasses and taking a few more glances at the firm muscles.
In his lifetime, he had seen many people and heard some secrets about fighters, so he accepted this more quickly than Chen Yun.
As long as one progresses in martial arts training and has proper nutrition, a robust physique is perfectly normal.
With this, Chen Yun did not probe further.
Then, she realized that her mentor was still by her side.
Instantly, she could be seen quickly signaling Chen Feng with her eyes.