I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Zhao Lu listed the Martial Arts Club president's wrongdoings. After hearing this, Xue Jing shook his head and sighed, "This guy really has no taste."

Xue Wan raised an eyebrow, reached out with her slender hand to pinch his waist, and threatened,

"What are you saying?"

Xue Jing spread his hands, "Nothing."

As the group talked, they walked into the Martial Arts Club venue. A male college student dressed in a training garment immediately lit up and came over, smiling,

"Hey, Goddess Xue is here, welcome, welcome!"

Xue Jing looked at his sister, gave an 'uh' sound, "Goddess?"

Feeling embarrassed by her brother hearing this nickname, Xue Wan's face turned slightly red, but she quickly justified herself with confidence, "What, is there a problem?"

The short-haired girl wearing glasses, Wei Juan, laughed, "Wanwan is quite famous at Maple University, right? 'The most beautiful school flower of the decade'?"

As she said this, she turned to tease Xue Wan.

Xue Wan: "..."

Xue Jing looked at Xue Wan and said with a teasing smile, "It seems they have quite a big misunderstanding about you, Goddess."

Xue Wan glared at him, "You talk less."

Then she cleared her throat and said to the male college student, "My brother is just visiting Maple City, and he's practiced a bit of martial arts, so I brought him to see our Maple University Martial Arts Club... You're not going to be unwelcoming, are you?"

The male college student said exaggeratedly, "How could that be, very welcome! If Goddess Xue's brother wants to come here and be the president, Feng would definitely step down immediately to offer his place."

Xue Wan just smiled lightly and asked, "Where's your president?"

The male college student pointed to a tall man not far inside the venue, "Over there, teaching the new members. Chen is just too serious sometimes, might be a bit clueless about other's feelings. Goddess Xue rarely visits our Martial Arts Club, and he doesn't even come over to greet..."

The man, dressed in a training garment, was earnestly instructing a club member on how to stand in a stance. He seemed very serious, but from time to time, he couldn't resist sneaking glances at Xue Wan.

Zhao Lu found it somewhat amusing and shook her head, "All for show..."

"Let's go over there," said Xue Wan.

...

"Right, your feet need to be placed above your hands, your hands above your hands, and your butt over your head..."

While sneaking glances at Xue Wan, Feng muttered to himself, not even realizing what he was saying.

"Huh? Feng, I didn't quite catch that, could you repeat it?" asked the confused junior he was instructing.

Catching a glimpse of Xue Wan and company approaching in his peripheral vision, Feng suppressed his excitement and seriously said to the junior, "If you didn't understand, it means you haven't been diligent enough. Have you not been paying attention in Teacher Zhang's classes?"

The junior: "Huh?"

By this time, Xue Wan was already close by.

Today she was dressed sweetly, wearing a white lace blouse with semi-transparent long sleeves on both sides and a black pleated skirt covering half of her thighs, paired with a pair of little white shoes, revealing her sculpted, slender legs. She looked both sexy and sweet.

Her waist-length, slightly curled black hair hung down naturally, smooth like a cascading waterfall. Without even a touch of makeup, her beautiful face carried a half-smiling expression. Merely by walking beside Feng, she instantly sent his thoughts into a whirlwind.

Even though there was a distance between them, just the sight of her caused Feng to hallucinate, as if he could already smell her enticing fragrance, and his eyes betrayed a look of intoxication.

"Senior Chen, instructing the juniors, I see?" Xue Wan asked with a light laugh.

Chen Feng cleared his throat and tried to appear calm as he waved his hand at the junior, saying,

"You go practice by yourself over there."

There was no response.

The junior was still staring blankly at Xue Wan.

Chen Feng's brows furrowed, and he suppressed the anger in his heart, giving a light slap to the back of the junior's head.

"Aren't you going yet?"

The junior snapped back to reality, hurriedly answered "Yes," and ran off to the side.

"Wanwan, do you need something from me?" Chen Feng asked, feigning a tender voice that was deliberately deep, even trailing off with a pop.

Standing behind Xue Wan, Zhao Lu seemed unable to tolerate this act, immediately covering her mouth to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

"Senior Chen, I've told you not to call me 'Wanwan,'" Xue Wan said, furrowing her long, slender eyebrows.

Chen Feng responded gently, "If you don't like it, I won't say it, don't be angry, okay?"

Xue Wan clicked her tongue and rubbed her right arm, which was getting goosebumps, as she said,

"…Never mind, let me introduce you, this is my brother Xue Jing."

Chen Feng's gaze shifted to Xue Jing, his tone cordial, "Oh? So you're Wanwan's brother. I'm Chen Feng, you can call me Brother Chen Feng…"

Xue Jing: "…"

Xue Wan gave him a look, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "Senior Chen, my brother recently started practicing martial arts too, and it seems he has quite a talent. He's developed some skills, but lately, he's become more and more arrogant, thinking he's above everyone else… I want to teach him that there are skies beyond skies, and people beyond people."

"Senior Chen, could you do me a favor and teach him a lesson?"

Chen Feng was taken aback, "This…"

Xue Wan sighed, "The person I worry about most in my life is my brother, but now that he's grown up, I can't control him anymore. So I've decided that I need to find a boyfriend who can keep him in line."

Chen Feng straightened up, crossed his arms, and said solemnly, "Wanwan, you don't have to say more, I understand your intentions. I cannot shirk this responsibility."

Xue Wan's lips twitched, "…As long as you understand. But conversely, someone who can't even beat or handle my brother, I would never consider. I hope you get that clear."

Xue Jing cooperated very well, putting on a disdainful and cocky expression, looking down his nose as he said,

"Sis, why bother with all the talk? Let's just get started. No one from your pathetic Martial Arts Club looks capable of fighting."

Chen Feng shook his head, chuckling, "Xue, you must be new to martial arts, so you haven't heard of me—last year's champion of the Southern Colleges Tournament—"

Before he could finish, his vision suddenly blurred.

"Bang—"

A lean palm, moving at a speed he couldn't comprehend, grabbed his throat, lifted him off the ground, and slammed him down.

The rubberized floor bore the imprint of a human figure from the impact.

The entire Martial Arts Club hall fell silent at this unexpected turn of events.

Chen Feng was still lying on the ground, not yet recovered, when a foot stepped on his chest.

The cool and disdainful voice reached his ears.

"Ah? What champion were you?"

Xue Jing said with utter scorn.

[Condition fulfilled, skill activated: Acting]

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