The Loser of the Last Competition

After deciding to join the martial arts club and represent the school in competitions, Lin Yu’s college life became a lot freer.

If he felt like attending class, he went; if not, he didn’t.

When asked, he’d just say he was training, planning to bring glory to the school.

If any teacher complained, Tao Yaoyao would step in and smooth things over.

She could practically handle everything.

Of course, Lin Yu didn’t take representing the school lightly.

Since promising Tao Yaoyao, he made sure to spend at least five days a week at the martial arts club, hitting punching bags, practicing with reaction balls to hone his skills and endurance.

On his own time, he also did physical training to strengthen his body.

Days passed by, and Lin Yu could feel himself growing lighter and more agile.

The most obvious change was the six-pack forming on his stomach.

After grueling workouts, those abdominal muscles no longer stuck together in a lump but stood out clearly, one by one.

Every time he caught sight of his defined abs, Lin Yu felt a surge of pride, already imagining the surprise he’d give Xia Muzhu when he got back.

He wondered what expression she’d have.

Heh heh.

Probably happy, right?

Besides these positive changes, Lin Yu also ran into some annoying troubles.

Mainly, two irritating pests.

One was naturally Hu Hao from the martial arts club.

That backstabber was someone Lin Yu really wanted to beat up, but he never found the chance.

Normally, with someone so impulsive, malicious, and self-centered, it would be easy to provoke him.

Then Lin Yu could slap him a couple of times, send him to the hospital for a while, and get that grudge off his chest.

But the problem was, Hu Hao had somehow learned to control his temper.

And that was all thanks to the second pest.

His name was Qian Jie, a key player in the martial arts club.

If Lin Yu hadn’t joined, Qian Jie would have been the one representing S University in competitions.

In fact, Lin Yu joining the club basically stole his spot.

The awkward part was, Qian Jie had already represented S University for a whole year.

That was last year—and he lost miserably.

Even more embarrassing, despite his poor performance, the school couldn’t find anyone to replace him.

Because he was still the best in S University at sanda techniques.

In the nearby city of S, L University had recruited a very talented sanda student a few years back.

Since freshman year, he’d been the core of their sanda club, representing L University in competitions.

He’d won three years in a row.

This year was his senior year and would be his last competition.

Of course, L University didn’t want to let S University dominate for four straight years.

But they were at a loss for anyone better.

Until the video of Lin Yu single-handedly taking on eight opponents went viral on the campus network...

...

Qian Jie and Hu Hao got along well.

But they were completely different types of people.

Hu Hao was ruthless, cold-blooded, quick-tempered, and would do anything in the heat of the moment, thinking the world revolved around him.

He was bad news, narcissistic, but not very bright—basically a dumb jerk.

Qian Jie was a bit smarter and more aware of the situation.

He knew his own strength and realized that charging in headfirst would only lead to disaster.

So he acted like a fly, always buzzing around and throwing sarcastic, snide remarks whenever he got the chance.

Sometimes, when Lin Yu got fed up with his nagging and asked what he wanted, Qian Jie would respond in a nasally voice with some passive-aggressive flattery.

No matter how you heard it, it just felt unpleasant.

Take just now, for example—while practicing with the reaction ball, Lin Yu wasn’t paying attention and got hit right on the forehead.

Qian Jie, who had been watching closely nearby, immediately let out a sneer.

Lin Yu ground his teeth in silent anger.

Ever since before, whenever Lin Yu made a mistake during training, that bastard would always sneer like that beside him.

Once, Lin Yu was genuinely furious, and this was how their conversation went:

Lin: What the hell are you laughing at?

Qian: What?

Qian: Not even allowed to laugh now?

Lin: You damn—

Qian: Alright, alright, I won’t laugh anymore, okay? I’ll cover my mouth with my hand.

Qian: Happy now? (muttering)

Qian: Master Lin? (mocking tone)

In situations like this, if you just went up and punched him, it would really be a low blow.

It would make you look like you’re losing your temper, like “See? He’s so worked up!”

Before, Lin Yu had been driven mad by this bastard, so angry he could barely even vent.

But now it was different. By chance, Lin Yu had discovered a weak spot he could exploit.

Lin Yu found it pretty ridiculous.

Normally, as an ordinary person, Qian Jie must have plenty of weaknesses and sore spots.

So why was it that Lin Yu could only find this one particular pain point?

I really don’t want to have this weird, overly perceptive eye!

Forget it.

No time to think about that now.

Lin Yu sniffed.

After all these days, his anger toward Qian Jie had reached a critical point.

Right now, Lin Yu desperately needed to see that ugly expression on Qian Jie’s face to cool himself down.

He walked over to a nearby chair and sat down to rest, pulling out his phone to send a message to Tao Yaoyao.

Long Aotian: Help me find two people.

Tao Yaoyao: Who?

Long Aotian: Don’t know their names, but they’re from our school—female twins, pretty good-looking.

Long Aotian: Shouldn’t be hard to find, right?

Tao Yaoyao: ...

Tao Yaoyao: Why do you want to find them?

Long Aotian: Something’s up, just helping out.

Tao Yaoyao: ...

Tao Yaoyao: Okay.

After a short while, Tao Yaoyao sent back six phone numbers.

Lin Yu entered each number into the search bar, checking their social media profiles.

Eventually, among the only three pairs of twins in the entire school, Lin Yu found the two familiar faces who had once tried to strike up a conversation with him.

Confirming it was them, Lin Yu sent friend requests to the two sisters.

The note was simple—just two words:

Lin Yu.

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In a large classroom, the professor was speaking nonstop at the front. Zhou Yise and her older sister Zhou Yijin sat near the front, focused on the lecture.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk vibrated, lighting up the screen. Zhou Yise glanced at it without much thought.

A friend request.

She didn’t pay much attention—after all, both sisters had grown tired of random friend requests and strangers hitting on them.

It wasn’t anything important.

She decided to deal with it after class.

With that in mind, Zhou Yise was about to look away, but when her eyes passed over the note attached to the friend request, she instantly lost her composure.

Who?

Lin Yu!?

Zhou Yise stared at the note on the phone screen in disbelief.

After making sure she wasn’t mistaken, her face lit up with excitement as she turned to share the news with her sister beside her.

But when she looked over, she saw her sister was also staring at her phone, equally surprised.

After exchanging a few quick messages, they realized that the friend requests were all from Lin Yu.

Instantly, both of them burst with excitement, completely ignoring the lesson. They huddled together, chatting with Lin Yu...

...

A moment later, they exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with an excitement they couldn’t hide.

Lin Yu had actually taken the initiative to invite them out!

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Without hesitation, they told him they were free and would be there right away.

Then, using their usual tactic, the sister pretended to pass out from low blood sugar, and the younger sister helped her to the infirmary to make their escape.