Splashing water cascaded as Fei Zhengtao took off his Martial Way Robe and stepped under the showerhead. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting the water wash away the exhaustion of a whole day's training and teaching.
He had gotten into the university he'd wanted and founded the Yuan Huang Martial Way Society. The name was embarrassingly chuuni, and at first he'd struggled to recruit anyone. But after he happened to get caught up in a campus brawl and displayed strength that left everyone gaping, the society had quickly grown. It now had dozens of members. Fei Zhengtao felt that, as the only coach for the time being, he was already too busy to handle things, so he'd put off a large-scale recruitment drive until the next academic year.
After showering, Fei Zhengtao stood before the mirror and studied his body, water droplets still trickling down it. He was no longer scrawny; he'd grown much sturdier, though he wasn't bulky with muscle. His build was sleek, strength held within, and there was something peculiar about it, as if every inch of skin and flesh held the promise of an explosive burst.
After drying off and changing into his everyday clothes, Fei Zhengtao left the changing room and headed to the society's training hall. He respectfully bowed three times beneath the statue of Yuan Huang before turning to leave.
"Good evening, President!"
"Good evening, Coach!"
Quite a few members were still training in the hall. When they saw him, they greeted him one after another.
Fei Zhengtao nodded to each of them with a smile, then continued on at an unhurried pace and disappeared through the doorway.
"Our president is so cool!" one member whispered admiringly.
They felt that although Fei Zhengtao was polite and amiable, there was