Chapter 62

Chapter 63: Life Events

Zhao Heng glanced at him, ignoring his unfriendly attitude.

"There are no more spots..."

A hint of disappointment and helplessness flashed across Du Ziyang's face, but Zhao Heng had already guessed her complex emotions. He surmised that Du Ziyang didn't want to have too much contact with Ding San, but couldn't refuse Ding Lingling's enthusiastic invitation, so she had dragged him in to mediate. With this in mind, Zhao Heng spoke without hesitation:

"Ziyang, if there are no more spots, it's fine. You can withdraw and join the art club with me."

Zhao Heng took on the stance of helping Du Ziyang, and when her eyes brightened slightly, he added, "Protecting women is a man's natural responsibility. There's no need for girls to fight. So why don't you join the art club with me? I'm sure they haven't recruited enough people yet. We can go to the gym later to check."

The club recruitment lasted for three days, so Zhao Heng wasn't worried about missing the deadline.

"You have a point!"

Du Ziyang's face lit up with joy at Zhao Heng's words. She knew he had seen through her dilemma and immediately responded, "Fighting does indeed damage one's image. Yes, painting is better. Let's go to the art club later." Then she turned to Ding Lingling, "Lingling, I won't join the boxing club."

"Let me give up my spot and give it to someone else who's interested."

Ding Lingling's face changed dramatically as she glared at Zhao Heng. She had gone to great lengths to persuade Du Ziyang to join the taekwondo club, with the aim of creating an opportunity for her brother to develop feelings over time. However, Zhao Heng's intervention had thrown a wrench into her plans, and her hatred for him grew to an extreme level. Yet, she didn't want to lose face in front of Ziyang.

"Ziyang, isn't this a bit too much?"

Ding Lingling bit her pink lips, showing a hint of difficulty, "Brother has already notified us that we've been accepted, and he even negotiated to waive our 500 membership fees with the other responsible parties. Telling him now that we won't join would make it very difficult for him in the club. Ziyang, I don't know how to tell him this."

"I remember the club operates on a voluntary basis."

Qiao Fatso didn't miss the opportunity to add, "Isn't it a bit too much to force someone? Zhao Heng couldn't join because there were no spots, and that can't be changed. But if Du Ziyang isn't interested and wants to withdraw, it shouldn't be a problem, right? And this would allow someone else who's interested to join. Why not?"

"Du Ziyang, give me your spot."

Qiao Fatso grinned, "I'll practice taekwondo to lose weight, and it will also allow Ding San to report to the organization that there's no loss of members." His words left no room for Ding Lingling to argue, making it impossible for her to use the excuse of making things difficult to keep Du Ziyang. Ding Lingling's face turned sour, and she sternly said:

"Fatso, don't cause trouble for me!"

Then she took out her phone and waved it at Du Ziyang, forcing a smile, "Ziyang, don't make a hasty decision. Let me call my brother. I'll do everything I can to persuade him. In short, I won't allow you to leave the taekwondo club. Without you, I have no interest. Wait for me."

Song Qingguan chimed in, "Isn't it a bit too much to break the rules?"

Ding Lingling glared at Song Qingguan with intense hatred, cursing him in her heart. She then took her phone and went to a corner to make the call. Du Ziyang looked at the calm Zhao Heng and subtly leaned on him, "Zhao Heng, thank you. You've helped me a lot again."

Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan tactfully moved a few meters away, their eyes fixed on the beautiful girls downstairs.

Zhao Heng smiled lightly, still calm, "Actually, if you don't like it, you don't have to. There's no need to force yourself to consider others' feelings. In the end, you'll be the one who suffers." Then he added, "If you don't like Ding San, just tell him how you feel."

Song Qingguan turned his head slightly. In the past, he would have advised Zhao Heng not to say such things, as Ding San was not someone to be trifled with. However, after enduring so many storms and life-and-death bonds over the past ten days, he was no longer afraid of the things he used to worry about. He believed that unity among three people could overcome any obstacle.

"I'm a bit weak."

Hearing Zhao Heng's advice, Du Ziyang sighed helplessly, "Although I grew up abroad, I still lack the straightforward courage of Westerners. So when faced with their requests, I can't bear to refuse them. I think it's fine for me to suffer a bit, but they can't be disappointed. Compared to my sister, I fall short."

Sister?

Zhao Heng thought of Du Yaqi and then of Jiang Changlong, but he suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask about the best student at Huada University. He then changed the subject, "You need to learn to say no. Always trying to satisfy others will only tire you out and ultimately hurt them."

Du Ziyang nodded, "I'll try to grow."

What a good student! A hint of satisfaction appeared on Zhao Heng's face. At this moment, the South Korean boy who had come with Ding Lingling glanced at him, his eyes filled with a sense of superiority. He tugged at his shirt collar, his eyes growing cold, and he stepped forward, staring at Zhao Heng, "Are you Zhao Heng?"

Zhao Heng nodded calmly, not knowing what the guy with the stiff Chinese meant.

He watched coldly from the side.

"Have I heard that you're quite good at fighting? And you want to join our taekwondo club? I'm Park Dae-je. How about we have a go?"

The South Korean boy's tone was sarcastic, more frightening than a fierce scolding, making the passing girls shudder, "If you don't have the guts, don't join our taekwondo club through connections. The Third Young Master is kind and lenient, but I, Park Dae-je, won't give you any face. If you have the skills, knock me down, and I'll give up my spot."

"Otherwise, scram."

He waved his fists, "Got it?"

His arrogance was overwhelming.

Qiao Fatso and the others burst into laughter. Then Fatso stepped in front of Zhao Heng. Having learned a few days of martial arts from Zhao Heng, he wasn't looking for a fight but was annoyed by the guy's arrogant shouting and the disruption of Zhao Heng and Du Ziyang's conversation. He pushed the guy away without hesitation:

"Damn, what face are you trying to give?"

The South Korean youth lacked the patience of the Third Young Master. The tall and muscular guy suddenly roared, his eyes cold, and his chest and arm muscles bulging. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed Qiao Yuncai's head and pulled it down, then raised his knee.

A powerful knee strike, swift and ruthless.

It would take at least ten years of training to have such a formidable presence.

The powerful impact slammed into Qiao Yuncai's rapidly lowered body, and his head was hit hard. Although no blood spurted out, Qiao Yuncai's head ached terribly, and he fell backward in agony. Despite having learned a few days of martial arts, Fatso was still as weak as a lamb when faced with a skilled opponent.

The huge disparity in strength couldn't be bridged in just a few days.

With his first move successful, the South Korean youth didn't wait for Du Ziyang to stop him and delivered a spinning kick to Qiao Yuncai's abdomen, intending to give him a memorable lesson. However, before he could kick, Zhao Heng appeared like a shadow, bypassing the South Korean's strikes, and their bodies collided.

"Bang!"

With a sound like a hard object colliding, the South Korean youth, like a raging wave hitting a massive rock, splashed and flew backward, his face contorted in pain.

Zzz!

The South Korean youth fell several meters away, landing in an undignified position, his head hitting a companion's thigh. A muffled groan followed, and both fell to the ground. The former shook his head unconsciously, his eyes filled with golden stars.

"What are you doing?! What do you think you're doing?!"

Zhao Heng's actions first stunned everyone, then triggered a reaction from Ding Lingling's group. The South Korean youth's companions, who were Ding Lingling's lackeys, pounced from all directions like wolves smelling blood. Some rolled up their sleeves, ready to take advantage of the situation to beat up Zhao Heng.

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