Am I Here on a Blind Date?

After Xue Jing said he wanted to challenge the dojo, the receptionist picked up the phone on the desk with a strange look and notified the dojo that "someone wants to challenge us."

She looked regretfully at Xue Jing, who was sitting in the waiting chair with his arms folded, eyes closed as he rested.

Such a handsome guy, but his brain was a little... off.

Still, even so, it wasn't impossible...

Even if she brought him home as a piece of meat... as decoration, that would be pretty great too.

Unaware that the thirsty girl at the front desk was having some impolite fantasies about him, Xue Jing sat in the chair, silently pretending to be a master as he waited for Hidden Dragon Dojo's response.

A few minutes later, the receptionist answered a call. After saying a few words, she hung up, rose to her feet, and said to Xue Jing, "Sir, sir."

Xue Jing opened his eyes and looked at her.

The girl tried her best to display the prettiest smile she had practiced in front of a mirror and said softly, "Please follow me."

Xue Jing nodded and stood up as well.

The girl led the way ahead of him. She wore a fitted dark-blue cheongsam that fully accentuated her curvaceous figure. Its slits rose nearly to the roots of her thighs, revealing glimpses of her long, pale, fleshy legs in high heels as they swayed from side to side.

Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, the full, perky part of her body swayed rather exaggeratedly as she walked, repeatedly stretching the cheongsam tight and exposing every curve. Following behind her, Xue Jing took a few extra looks.

Mm, cheongsams really were a fine product of civilization.

Following the Cheongsam Girl into the dojo, Xue Jing found that its interior was the complete opposite of the modern exterior. The decor had a distinctly antique style. Dragons, phoenixes, and mythical beasts were carved into the rosewood corridors, while landscape screens, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings could be seen everywhere. It suited Xue Jing's impression of an ancient martial arts dojo perfectly.

However, when they reached the largest training hall on the entire floor, the style changed again. It was no longer antique.

Inside the vast, square training hall, dozens of differently styled punching bags stood atop the white rubber flooring, alongside all kinds of fitness equipment, more than half of which Xue Jing did not recognize.

Aside from that, each corner of the hall held an octagonal ring covered in padding. Disciples in white training suits were sparring atop them, with quite a few other disciples gathered around to watch.

"You can look around and take a tour first," the Cheongsam Girl said with a smile after leading Xue Jing inside.

Xue Jing gave a quiet hum, then looked around and surveyed the environment.

Seeing that the handsome young man showed no further reaction and seemingly was not particularly interested in her, the Cheongsam Girl felt a little disappointed. Still, she could only return to the front desk in her heels.

Xue Jing watched one of the fights in the ring for a while. It was fairly intense, every punch landing solidly on flesh. No wonder the surrounding disciples were cheering so excitedly.

These should all be ordinary student disciples who paid to join, but their level is much higher than I expected.

He did not keep watching. Instead, he took off his shoes, walked barefoot to the resting area, and sat down on a leather bench.

Some of the nearby disciples noticed him.

"Hm? Who's that? A newcomer?"

"He didn't change clothes, so probably not. Is he here for a visit?"

"Hehe, he's so handsome. Go ask for his contact info. This big sister is having tender grass today."

Many female disciples' eyes lit up.

But before they could make a move, a burst of noise suddenly came from the entrance of the training hall.

"The Old Dojo Master and the Personal Disciples are here!"

Xue Jing's gaze shifted toward the doorway.

He saw five or six people enter in a line, led by a balding old man in a wheelchair. They headed straight toward him.

Behind the old man in the wheelchair was a young girl who looked about sixteen, with a childlike face. She pushed the wheelchair, her bright eyes lively like those of a newborn animal as she curiously looked at Xue Jing.

On either side of the girl stood two men and one woman.

One was a burly middle-aged man. His long hair fell to his waist, and his handsome face was cold and aloof. He wore a Black Practice Uniform with the sleeves rolled up, exposing muscular, knotted forearms.

Another was a handsome young man in his early twenties with peach-blossom eyes. He looked Xue Jing up and down, nodding now and then and clicking his tongue.

The last was a delicate and pretty short-haired girl with a chilly expression. Her face and expression resembled the middle-aged man's closely, and they seemed to be father and daughter. She also wore a Black Practice Uniform and had an excellent figure. She held an enormous meat bun in both hands, continuously taking bites from it, while the equally enormous part of her body kept bouncing as she walked.

After looking over the group, Xue Jing's eyes settled on Maomao, who sat on the wheelchair's armrest.

Maomao licked her paw and nodded at him.

"What's going on? Even the Old Dojo Master came. I've been at this dojo for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him in the training hall."

"All the Personal Disciples who aren't out have come too. Did something huge happen? Is our dojo finally going under?"

"What a cute cat... I've been single so long that even a cat looks pretty to me."

"Zhu Senior Sister and Meng Senior Sister are right in front of you, yet you're looking at a cat... No wonder you're single."

With the arrival of the dojo master and the Personal Disciples, the trainees in the hall sensed that something was off. They gradually quieted down, leaving only scattered whispers.

"..."

Old Man Li stopped in front of Xue Jing. The four Personal Disciples behind him stood in a row, each with outstanding looks and temperament, making for quite an impressive display. Old Man Li himself, however, looked like nothing more than an ordinary old man from the street.

"I heard you came to challenge the dojo?"

Old Man Li asked.

The moment the words left his mouth, an uproar broke out.

Xue Jing first glanced at Maomao, then rose to his feet. His gaze was calm as he nodded. "That's right."

Seeing him stand with such a battle-ready posture, Old Man Li immediately waved his hand and sighed. "Don't be in such a hurry. A dojo challenge is a dojo challenge, but why so serious? Sit down first."

Xue Jing, who had just stood up, froze slightly. His lips twitched, and he sat back down.

Old Man Li looked Xue Jing over from head to toe. For some reason, his eyes held an inexplicably kind expression.

"What's your name?"

Xue Jing wore a strange expression. "Xue Jing..."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen..."

Old Man Li nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Mm... a suitable age, and your zodiac signs don't clash either."

"Where do you live? What do your parents do for work?"

"Are you an only child? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"You attend the affiliated high school? Ah, not bad."

As Old Man Li asked one question after another, the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.

Xue Jing looked completely bewildered.

Am I here on a blind date? Maomao, sitting on the wheelchair armrest, had veins bulging on her forehead. She was both embarrassed and angry.

What exactly has this damn old man misunderstood!? "Meow!" She hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

If he kept going, she would be too embarrassed to keep living at Xue Jing's home.

Hearing the clearly dissatisfied meow, Old Man Li reluctantly stopped asking questions.

He gave a dry cough and said, "Then let's get to the point. Little Jing wants to challenge the dojo. Which of you is interested?"

He looked toward the disciples beside him.

The childlike-looking girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately raised her right hand. "Hey, hey, hey! Me, me!"

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