"You came pretty early."
Inside the martial arts hall's locker room, Lin Hao arrived before Chen Feng. Dressed in a White Martial Arts Uniform, he greeted him with a grin.
"You weren't late either."
Chen Feng nodded in reply, quickly took a black short-sleeved shirt from his bag, and pulled off the clothes he was wearing.
"Damn, why do you look even more built than before?"
Lin Hao looked both surprised and envious.
He had trained for so long, yet his progress was agonizingly slow.
In contrast, Chen Feng looked as though he had been taking supplements, growing stronger and sturdier by the day.
"Just train more."
Chen Feng shrugged, and Lin Hao's teeth ached at the answer.
As they spoke, quite a few people came and went through the locker room.
Wu Tian and Pei Yue also entered together, exchanging a glance with Chen Feng and Lin Hao.
There was a trace of hostility, though mostly cold indifference.
Neither side spoke. Only after leaving the locker room did Lin Hao glance back inside.
Quickening his pace, he moved closer to Chen Feng and whispered, "I looked into it yesterday."
"No wonder Wu Tian acts a little arrogant in the martial arts hall. Guess what?"
"What?"
"His aunt is a True Disciple of the martial arts hall."
Words fell, and Chen Feng paused.
"A True Disciple?"
It was his first time hearing that term.
"Put it this way."
Seeing his confusion, Lin Hao quickly explained, "Coach Cao is impressive, right? Even he isn't a True Disciple yet. If he saw Wu Tian's aunt, he'd still have to call her Senior Sister."
Hearing that, Chen Feng roughly understood.
No wonder Wu Tian acted like an idiot.
He had clearly been protected too well. No one in the martial arts hall dared