Chapter 63: The Matter of Life

  Zhao Heng gave him a glance and ignored his unfriendly attitude.

  "No spots available..."

  A hint of disappointment and helplessness flashed across Du Ziyuan's face, but Zhao Heng had already guessed her complex emotions earlier. Presumably, Du Ziyuan didn't want to have too much contact with Ding Sanshao, but couldn't decline Ding Lingling's enthusiastic invitation, so she pulled herself in to socialize as well. Thinking of this, Zhao Heng spoke up without hesitation:

  "Zi Yan, if there's no quota, then forget it and come join me at the painting society instead."

  Zhao Heng put on a helping attitude towards Du Ziyuan, and when the latter's eyes lit up slightly, he added: "Protecting women is a man's born responsibility, girls don't need to fight and kill, so why not come with me to the painting society? I think they probably haven't recruited enough people yet. Later we can go take a look at the gym."

  The association recruited members for three days, so Zhao Heng didn't worry about missing the time.

  "What you said makes sense!"

  Du Ziyuan's face lit up with delight when she heard Zhao Heng's words, and she immediately responded in agreement: "Fighting does indeed damage one's image. Painting is a good idea, let's go to the calligraphy and painting club later." Then she turned to Ding Lingling: "Lingling, I'm not going to the boxing club anymore."

  "Give up my quota and give it to others who are interested."

  Ding Ling's face changed dramatically as she stared at Zhao Heng, she had tried every means to persuade Du Ziyuan to join the Taekwondo club, with the intention of creating an opportunity for her brother to develop feelings over time, but unexpectedly, due to Zhao Heng, a variable occurred, her hatred towards Zhao Heng was so intense that it couldn't be added any further, yet she didn't want to lose face in front of Ziyuan.

  "Zi Yan, isn't this a bit too much?"

  Ding Lingling bit her pink lips, revealing a hint of difficulty: "Brother has already informed us that the two of us have successfully joined, and he even negotiated with the other people in charge to waive our 500 yuan membership fee. Now telling him we're not joining after all, brother will be very hard-pressed in the boxing club, Ziyuan, I don't know how to bring this up with brother."

  "I remember that entering and leaving the association was on a voluntary basis."

  Qiao Pangzi didn't forget to add insult to injury: "Isn't it a bit too much to make things difficult for others? Zhao Heng joining the club without a quota can't break the rules, this can be understood and even praised, but Miss Du not being interested in quitting should have nothing to do with the rules, and this can also allow other interested people to join, why not take advantage of it?"

  "Miss Du, give your quota to me."

  Qiao Pangzi smiled: "I'm going to practice Taekwondo to lose weight, and also let Ding San Shao explain to the organization. After all, there are no lost students." His words blocked any loopholes for Ding Lingling, making it impossible for her to use excuses to ask Du Ziyuan to stay. Ding Lingling's face looked very ugly, and she coldly said:

  "Fatty, don't bother me!"

  Then she took out her mobile phone and waved it at Du Ziyuan, forcing a smile: "Ziyuan, don't make any hasty decisions, I'll call my brother, I'll beg him at all costs, in short, I won't let you quit the Taekwondo Club, without you by my side, I'm not interested myself, wait for me."

  Song Qingguan suddenly chimed in with a sentence: "Isn't breaking the rules not very good?"

  Ding Lingling glared at Song Qingguan with a fierce gaze, silently cursing this fallen rich young master ten times over in her heart. Afterwards, she took the phone and went to a corner to make a call. Du Ziyuan gazed at Zhao Heng's calm face and leaned against him imperceptibly: "Zhao Heng, thank you, you've helped me again with a big favor."

  Qiao Pangzi and Song Qingguan walked away a few meters, staring at the beautiful woman downstairs.

  Zhao Heng smiled lightly, still calm and composed: "Actually, you don't have to like it, just say no, there's no need to consider others' feelings and force yourself, dragging on and losing out in the end is still your own fault." Then he threw out a few more outrageous words: "You don't like Ding San Shao, just tell him how you feel directly."

  Beside him, Song Qingguan slightly tilted his head. In the past, he would have definitely advised Zhao Heng not to say such things, because Ding Sanshao was absolutely not someone to be trifled with. However, after enduring too many storms and life-and-death struggles over the past dozen or so days, he no longer feared people or matters that had previously worried him. He believed that as long as the three of them were united in their goals, they could overcome any obstacle.

  "My personality is a bit weak."

  Upon hearing Zhao Heng's advice, Du Ziyuan couldn't help but sigh: "Although I grew up abroad, I've always lacked the straightforward courage of Westerners. So when faced with their requests, I'm always reluctant to refuse, thinking that suffering a bit myself is no big deal, while they can't afford to be disappointed. In this regard, I'm far inferior to my sister."

  Sister?

  Zhao Heng thought of Du Yaqi again, and then also thought of Jiang Changlong, but ultimately still suppressed the curiosity in his heart and did not ask about the current situation of Huada's most outstanding student. He suddenly changed the subject: "You need to learn how to refuse, if you always satisfy others, it will only make yourself suffer, and eventually hurt others."

  Du Ziyuan nodded: "I will work hard to grow up."

  A child can be taught! Zhao Heng's face flashed a hint of a relieved smile, at this time, the southern Han boy who followed Ding Lingling glanced at him with an air of self-superiority as if he were a foreign dignitary. He pulled his collar and his eyes gradually turned cold, taking two steps forward to stare at Zhao Heng: "Are you Zhao Heng?"

  Zhao Heng nodded slightly, not knowing what the guy who spoke stiff Chinese meant.

  Look on with cold eyes.

  "I heard you're quite skilled? And you want to join our Taekwondo club? I'm Park Dae-ge, let's exchange a few blows?"

  The man spoke in a yin-yang tone, but his words were more terrifying to the passing girls than his stern expression: "If you don't have the guts, don't join our taekwondo club through connections. The three elders are kind and gentle, but I, Park Dae-geol, won't give you any face. If you're capable, knock me down, and I'll step down from my position."

  "Otherwise, it will roll as far as it can."

  He waved his fist: "Did you hear?"

  Overbearing and arrogant.

  Qiao Pangzi burst out laughing, and then Pangzi stood in front of Zhao Heng, following Zhao Heng who had learned a few days of kung fu. He was not eager to fight, but saw that the guy's loud shouting was not only annoying but also disturbing Zhao Heng's conversation with Du Ziyuan, so he came up and pushed him away without any politeness:

  "What kind of face are you going to show on the big street?"

  The young man from the south did not have Ding Sanshao's deep patience, and suddenly burst out with a low growl. His eyes were icy cold, his chest muscles bulged, and in an instant, he had already made his move, grabbing Qiao Yuncai's head with both hands and pulling it down violently before lifting his knee.

  Overbearing and tyrannical, straightforward and efficient, cunning and ruthless.

  Fists and feet haven't been tempered for ten or eight years, and there's no way they have the aura of a master with momentum like a thunderbolt.

  Qiao Yuncai's body was quickly pulled down by the fierce and violent impact, his head pressed down to withstand the heavy blow. Although no blood spurted out, Qiao Yuncai still felt a splitting headache, miserably leaning back. The chubby boy who had learned for only a few days and cut corners met a good opponent and was still as weak as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

  The gap in strength is enormous and cannot be made up for by ten days or half a month of effort.

  With one move, the young man from Nan Hu didn't wait for Du Ziyuan to stop him and kicked a spinning kick towards Qiao Yuncai's abdomen, wanting to give the latter an unforgettable lesson. Just as he was about to kick out, Zhao Heng appeared like a ghostly shadow, directly bypassing his opponent's fists and feet, and the two bodies collided intentionally or unintentionally.

  Bang!

  With a loud crash, the southern boy was like a raging torrent crashing into a huge reef, splashing water everywhere, the reef stood still, but he, this wave, flew out in an uncontrollable posture, and his painful expression could be seen on his face in mid-air.

  Here!

  The man fell out of the window, dropping three or four meters before landing on his back with a thud. His head hit a companion's thigh, making a dull sound, and he let out a muffled groan. Both men fell to the ground, one still shaking his head dazedly, seeing stars twinkling like fireworks in front of his eyes.

  "What's going on?! What do you want to do?!"

  Zhao Heng's actions first made everyone slightly stunned, and then triggered a reaction from Ding Lingling and her gang. Han Nan's companions, who were also Ding Lingling's friends, seemed to have smelled the smell of blood and rushed over from all directions like ferocious wolves. Several people had rolled up their sleeves, ready to take advantage of the situation to beat Zhao Heng.

  PS: There will be another update today, the demon brother is working hard to get votes. You are always strong, Junior Marshal finished in 24 days, clicks are still first, and flowers are still fifth; Tian Jiao is even more passionate, continuously recommended as number one for three weeks, unified six alliances, rewards are about to break through the 10,000 yuan mark.

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