Did You Take Your Medicine?

A tall, fair-skinned Girl entered his field of vision. She wore her hair in a ponytail, dressed in black leather jacket and pants, and stomped about in high combat boots.

The Girl had exquisite features and stunning beauty. When Hua Qiang saw her, he could not help but feel a flicker of amazement.

However, the person beside the Girl made him feel uncomfortable, even giving him a stifled, oppressive sensation.

Hua Qiang patted his chest twice and let out two long breaths. Only then did the feeling ease slightly.

Needless to say, all the handsome men and beautiful women on Tomato Platform already knew who this person was, right?

Murong Qingya had changed out of her school uniform and into a white dress, becoming a completely different kind of scenery.

Her curvaceous figure drew the eye, and with her long hair draped over her shoulders, fair skin, and delicate features—

Standing beside the leather-clad Girl, one dressed in black and the other in white, the two made for an endlessly dazzling sight, capturing the attention of ninety-nine percent of the people present.

The two became a unique landscape in the room, seeming to brighten even the lighting within it.

Murong Qingya's gaze swept over Hua Qiang as well. Her smiling face immediately darkened.

She whispered something to the leather-clad Girl, then walked over with graceful steps.

Stopping two meters away from Hua Qiang, Murong Qingya gave him a disdainful once-over and spoke in an icy voice.

"Were you following me?"

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless gazes landed on Hua Qiang. Many faces showed disdain, some even mockery.

Others began murmuring among themselves:

Did this fat guy have no damn self-awareness?

Looking like that, he still dared to pursue Campus Belle Murong? A toad craving swan meat—he must have gone mad from wishful thinking!

Yeah, yeah. If I looked like that, I would not even dare leave the house.

Who knew where he got the nerve to follow her all the way to our Martial Arts Association?

Maybe this fat guy came to admire the glory of us certified Martial Artists, so he could go home tonight and dream about it!

Hahaha...

The crowd burst into laughter at that person's words.

Honestly, I rather admired this guy. He completely ignored his own circumstances and just chased the dream in his heart!

That spirit was worth learning from! Though I did not advocate copying him.

Hahaha... Another wave of laughter rang out.

Hua Qiang turned a deaf ear to their words. The original owner had heard such things too many times already and had developed immunity.

Besides, the current Hua Qiang was a soul that had just crossed over and awakened a slaughter talent. How could he still take these people's words to heart?

Everyone present was nothing but a clown in his eyes!

Frowning, Hua Qiang looked at this woman who felt so good about herself—who was even conceited to the extreme.

He asked, "Murong Qingya, what made you say I was following you?"

Murong Qingya looked at Hua Qiang with disgust and switched into one-sided rant mode.

"Yesterday at school, I already made it perfectly clear to you. There is no possibility between us, and I will not accept your pursuit."

"You must have learned from somewhere that I was coming to certify as a Martial Artist today, so you secretly followed me here."

"With your measly 87 blood vitality points, did you qualify to enter the Martial Arts Association?"

"Did you come here to visit relatives?"

"Do you have relatives here?"

"Other than secretly following me here, what other reason could you have for appearing in this world that does not belong to you?"

"Hua Qiang, wake up and face reality!"

"The gap between us is enormous! We are not people of the same world!"

"Stop indulging in those unrealistic fantasies. Your body, your build, your aptitude, your family background—which one of those made you qualified to pursue me?"

"Classmate Hua Qiang, before this, I did not want to hurt your self-esteem, so I could not bear to speak too harshly."

"But your behavior today has truly displeased me. I am declaring once again: there is no possibility between us!"

"My life is something you will never be able to reach!"

Hua Qiang was left dumbfounded by Murong Qingya's words.

He had not expected this woman's train of thought to derail so wildly. Was she not far too full of herself?

Who wrote this script?

Even if she drank with just two peanuts as snacks, she could not possibly get drunk enough to become like this!

Hua Qiang was thoroughly angered by this woman. Looking at Murong Qingya with a dark expression, he asked, "Did you take your medicine before leaving home today?"

Murong Qingya froze, then asked with foolish innocence, "What do you mean? Why would I take medicine before leaving home?"

"You're sick!"

After saying that, he ignored her, walked straight to a corner, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes to rest.

Only then did Murong Qingya realize that Hua Qiang had insulted her.

Her teeth itched with hatred. Just as she was about to explode, the leather-clad Girl pulled her aside and said something to her.

Murong Qingya's fury quickly vanished, replaced by her former elegance and ladylike composure.

At that moment, a male and a female staff member entered.

"Those taking the Martial Artist certification, show your ID cards and come register. We will call your numbers afterward, and you will enter one by one for certification."

With a rush, everyone crowded over to register their information and receive their own numbers.

After everyone had finished registering and dispersed, Hua Qiang finally sauntered forward and handed his ID card to the two staff members.

Seeing this, Murong Qingya frowned deeply.

This damned fatso was registering too? Had he actually met the requirements for Martial Artist certification?

Mo Yanran, the valiant Girl dressed in leather from head to toe, also revealed a look of surprise.

She looked once more at Hua Qiang, whose huge frame was so fat it was almost unbearable to look at.

"Qingya, this fat guy came to certify as a Martial Artist too. It seems you misunderstood him earlier."

"Hmph!"

Murong Qingya snorted coldly. "Him, certify as a Martial Artist? I bet his blood vitality does not even exceed 100 points. He is just here to cause trouble. If you do not believe me, just wait and see!"

Hehehe!

Mo Yanran let out a sweet laugh. "Fine, then I'll wait and see. I hope you're right!"

"Sister Yanran, you don't even believe me? Just wait and watch him make a fool of himself!"

"I believe everyone here is looking forward to the moment this damned fatso makes a spectacle of himself!"

Just then, the door to the certification room opened. A girl stood at the entrance and called out to everyone inside the room:

"Certification will begin now. Whoever is called, come with me."

"Number 1, Xiao Tianhai, come in for certification!"

A minute later, a voice came from inside:

"Xiao Tianhai, blood vitality 148 points. Does not meet the qualifications. Martial Artist certification failed!"

The door opened, and Xiao Tianhai walked out looking utterly distraught.

"How could this happen? How could I be short by two points? I tested before—I had reached 150 blood vitality points!"

"There must be something wrong with this machine!"

Xiao Tianhai kept muttering to himself as he walked out the door with his head hanging low.

"Number 2, Liu Furong!"

"Liu Furong, blood vitality 150, strength 738 kilograms. Certification failed!"

The next moment, Liu Furong came out with extreme unwillingness written all over his face, even yanking hard at his own hair.

He had been just 12 kilograms away from becoming a Martial Artist.

Yet those 12 kilograms had shattered his dream of becoming a Martial Artist.

The Martial Arts Association required two conditions for Martial Artist certification: a blood vitality value of 150 and strength of 750 kilograms.

If either of those failed to meet the standard, certification was impossible.