Meng Chuan smiled and nodded.
"Definitely."
The excitement on Zong Ping's face had yet to fade, but his expression gained a few traces of worry. He sighed and said,
"The North Union University preparatory class is packed with geniuses. Those with superior innate bones and special traits are everywhere. If I go, I'll probably just be at the bottom of the heap. I really don't feel confident."
Meng Chuan encouraged him,
"Making it through the preparatory review is already impressive. Take it slow after you get there. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Zong Ping shook his head with a bitter smile.
"No. Once I get there, I'll have to follow your example and give it everything I've got."
"When I return after finishing my studies, we'll have a proper match again. Champion Meng, you'd better watch out."
With that, Zong Ping raised his brows in half-jest.
Meng Chuan laughed readily and said with great boldness,
"Alright. I'll wait for that day. When the time comes, we'll settle who stands higher."
The afternoon sun was pleasantly warm.
Since he was going to Teacher Luo's house to practice boxing that evening, Meng Chuan found a corner and decided to hold his stance for the afternoon.
He stood tall like a pine, planted firmly upon the ground.
As his aura gradually settled, the proficiency in his mind finally began to move.
A moment later, Hu Jiarui furtively sidled up beside him.
With a mysterious look on his face, he said suspiciously,
"Brother Chuan'er, do you remember Wang Xudong, the contestant our gym sent out during the martial arts gym ranking tournament?"
"I remember. What about him?"
Whether it was Wang Xudong's pointed head or his unyielding attitude toward martial arts, both had left a deep impression.
Meng Chuan's herringbone stance remained