Getting Hands-On

Su Lin stared blankly at Zhou En, as if he were a human encountering a dinosaur.

Even Chubby, standing nearby, was a bit jealous and nudged Zhou En with his elbow.

"Not bad, Zhou En. I didn't expect your athletic ability to be so good."

Zhou En smiled faintly, looking like a reclusive master. This immediately led everyone to label Zhou En the "show-off king" again.

Seeing the show-off Zhou En, Su Lin said, "Bro, still showing off?"

After speaking, he pointed to the barbell plates that hadn't been added yet.

Zhou En quickly waved his hands, saying, "Sixty pounds is already my limit."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But they also felt ashamed of Zhou En's pretense. You could clearly lift sixty pounds, yet you insisted on starting with twenty.

If this isn't showing off, what is?

If Zhou En had known, he would have secretly complained, Man, I genuinely didn't know how much I could lift.

The onlookers, seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, turned and left.

"Alright, since the test is over, you two will train with me," Su Lin said to Zhou En and Chubby.

"Okay." Both of them agreed with a nod.

Training time is always tedious and lonely. As newcomers, Zhou En and Chubby were exhausted after three hours of training.

"Fatty, hurry up and buy me a bottle of water," Zhou En said, waving his sore arms.

Chubby lay on the ground like a little fat pig, looking half-dead and saying, "You go, I'm not going."

Su Lin looked at the two of them in their near-death state and felt a slight sense of balance.

Just as Zhou En and Chubby were arguing about who would go buy water, a voice reached everyone's ears.

"Alright, training for today is complete. Everyone can go," the beautiful coach said, clapping her hands.

"Yes! Finally, we can leave."

"Let's go, guys, let's go out for a meal."

"Hahaha, okay, your treat."

"Sure, I'll treat, but don't come looking for me when it's time to pay."

As the beautiful coach's words fell, the club instantly turned into a sea of joy.

Getting out of class is an exciting prospect for anyone.

"Zhou En, let's go. If you want to sleep, go back to the dorm," Chubby said, shakily getting up from the ground.

Chubby suspected he might have lost twenty pounds today.

"Oh."

Zhou En agreed, reluctantly getting up from the ground and heading towards the club's entrance.

"Zhou En, the coach hasn't left yet?" Chubby said, looking back at the beautiful coach and then at Zhou En beside him.

Zhou En couldn't help but look back and saw the beautiful coach urging five trainees to continue their training.

"Are those the official trainees of the club?" Zhou En couldn't help but size up the five students training.

He couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Ha, Zhou En, do you know how powerful the official trainees are?" Su Lin, who was beside him, seemed to have heard Zhou En's words and couldn't help but chime in.

Before Zhou En could speak, Su Lin continued, "Official trainees, whether in terms of combat experience or physical fitness, are far beyond what ordinary people can compare to."

"That's not true, Zhou En has the potential to become an official trainee too," Zhou En's best friend, Chubby, couldn't stand it and spoke up for Zhou En.

Su Lin shook his head and said, "The current official trainees of the club are all specially trained individuals with rich combat experience."

"They are far from comparable to beginners."

Zhou En shook his head and pulled Chubby, who was about to retort, saying, "Stop arguing. If you're not as good, you're not as good."

Just as Zhou En was about to say something else, he suddenly felt a cold gaze fixed on him.

Following the gaze, he saw that among the five official trainees still training in the club, one of them was looking at him.

Li Hui stared at Zhou En at the classroom door, gave him a thumbs-up, and then made a throat-slitting gesture under Zhou En's confused gaze.

"Is this guy sick?" Zhou En had never encountered such a situation before and was furious.

"What's wrong, Zhou En?" Chubby asked, seeing Zhou En's angry expression.

Zhou En gestured towards Li Hui.

"This guy inexplicably made a throat-slitting gesture at me."

Chubby glanced at Li Hui, patted Zhou En on the shoulder, and said in an aged tone, "You're overthinking it, kid."

Chubby nodded and muttered to himself, "This is the consequence of showing off."

Zhou En couldn't help but feel depressed. Brothers, where did I act like a show-off?

Su Lin, unlike Chubby, didn't mock Zhou En. Instead, he looked at Zhou En with a serious expression.

"Zhou En, did you mess with Li Hui?"

Seeing the usually jovial Su Lin suddenly turn serious, Zhou En was momentarily taken aback.

"Zhou En, whatever you do, don't provoke Li Hui."

Seeing Zhou En's dazed look, Su Lin felt like he was punching cotton. But he still repeated his words with gravity.

"Who is Li Hui?" Zhou En asked, confused.

Su Lin felt his whole world crashing down.

"Li Hui is the guy who was just looking at you," Su Lin said, swallowing hard with all his might.

"Oh, I don't know him," Zhou En replied innocently.

Seeing that Zhou En genuinely didn't recognize Li Hui, Su Lin let out a long sigh of relief.

"Bro, Li Hui is the school's gang leader."

Seeing Zhou En's nonchalant attitude, Su Lin explained again.

"Think about it, PZH Academy has over ten thousand students. To be considered a leader in a school like this shows his extraordinary status."

"Even in PZH City, Li Hui has some influence."

"Furthermore, this guy holds grudges and has an extremely malicious heart. Anyone who offends him will be severely injured."

"Don't the police do anything?" Chubby couldn't help but interject from the side.

"Heh, buddy, you need to understand that this world isn't as beautiful as you think. The police are just officials."

"As long as there's no evidence, the police can't do anything. And as long as no one dies, who's going to bother?"

Hearing this, Zhou En couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing Zhou En's reaction, Su Lin felt a bit embarrassed and reached out to pat Zhou En's shoulder.

"Buddy, as long as you didn't provoke Li Hui, everything will be fine."

Zhou En nodded, not taking the matter to heart. He left the club with Chubby.

Li Hui stared at Zhou En's disappearing back, a sinister grin creeping onto his lips.

He pressed the send button on his smartwatch, sending the text message he had prepared.