"What's she doing...?"
"Testing her punching strength." Yang Wu, a hulking man packed with muscle, said with a chuckle, "None of us know her, but she looks much younger than you."
Luo Feng shook his head. He had never considered himself a genius, and he had heard of quite a few people who had already become Warriors at his age.
"But don't worry." Yang Wu did not know whether he was comforting him or merely mentioning it casually. "I figure she's only just above the passing line for advanced students. Otherwise, being that strong at her age would be way too monstrous."
"Not necessarily." A young man beside them fixed his gaze on Kurumi's outfit.
"Look at those sneakers she's wearing. A rich kid in our class was bragging a few days ago about the shoes he'd just bought. The style looked pretty similar to that girl's. Apparently, that design had existed as early as the twentieth century, and the brand survived the Great Nirvana. Those retro shoes are especially expensive!"
Yang Wu glanced over. "How expensive could they be?"
"I'm not too sure either. At least seven or eight thousand Huaxia credits, I guess."
"Seven or eight thousand? My god, that's nearly two months of my family's income!" Yang Wu clicked his tongue. "Could she be part of that rich second-generation crowd?"
"Maybe. She could have just been promoted from intermediate student."
"Don't families like theirs have private training rooms? Why would she come here in the middle of the night?"
"Who knows..."
"Stop talking, she's about to—"
Before the young man could finish, a muffled boom came from the punching strength tester in the corner of the large training hall!
Bang!
"How much?"
"1020 KG!"
"Fuck, could there be a mistake?"
Even Luo Feng, who had been watching