That night, in Dorm 317.
Lin Shuguang pushed open the door and heard heavy panting inside.
He pushed the door open and peered in, only to find the three of them doing push-ups side by side. Seeing him return, Pang Hu raised his head and made sure to invite him. "Want to join?"
Lin Shuguang declined without hesitation and returned to his desk.
Soon, Pang Hu's "taunting" came from behind him. "You two are no good. I've only got ten left..."
"I've got fifteen left. What about you, Xu Feng?"
His face flushed from exertion, Xu Feng stood straight up. "I'm done, I'm done. I'm off my game today. I need to rest up. The Freshman Cup is tomorrow. I've got to conserve my strength."
"Conserve your strength, my ass. There are thirty-two people in our class, and half of them are Martial Arts Apprentices. Then there's the Class Leader and the Study Committee Member, who are both Martial Artists. That basically takes up two of the three spots. As for the last one... yours truly may not be much, but it's mine!" Pang Hu grinned smugly.
Fang Yuan and Xu Feng scoffed. "Bullshit! What about me?"
The three of them bantered with one another.
Bare-chested, Pang Hu stood up and ostentatiously admired his pecs before turning toward Lin Shuguang. "What do you say about tomorrow's Freshman Cup? We might be roommates, but I treat everyone equally. If we meet in the ring, I won't go easy on you."
Lin Shuguang laughed. "Then we'll let our fists do the talking tomorrow."
After saying that, Pang Hu gave an embarrassed laugh himself, then went off to look in the mirror, squeezing his muscles.
Xu Feng leaned over the edge of Lin Shuguang's bed. "Old Lin, honestly, we're roommates, so of course