When it came to battling, Shen Qi was at most a beginner, if not a complete novice.
He set aside the question of where to study battling for now. He could hardly show up late after the sponsors had arrived.
"Hmm?"
As he passed the edge of the sports field, Shen Qi noticed a lot of motorcycles parked there.
They were heavy motorcycles with countless exhaust pipes, along with a race car sporting a garish paint job.
Farther to the side was another car Shen Qi recognized: the race car belonging to Xia Yang, the Luxury Resort's swimming instructor.
They were here to discuss sponsorship, which made sense. But what was with the turnout beside them that looked like a gang of delinquent street racers?
With no time to waste, Shen Qi hurried to the teaching building and dashed up to the top floor.
In his office, Principal Gui was dressed as the same old gentleman in a little suit, his round-brimmed hat pulled so low that his eyes were hidden.
Woof!
Growlithe circled Shen Qi's feet, making it impossible to resist giving him a pet.
"Hohoho, you're here, Shen Qi. Come, let's go next door."
Principal Gui braced both hands on his chair's armrests and slowly pushed himself upright, then took the cane beside the chair and headed out.
Quite a few people were coming today. Talking in the principal's office would be inconvenient and insufficiently formal, so he had asked the staff to clean the long-unused conference room next door.
Apparently, the fluffy dust they swept out could have filled two burlap sacks.
The conference room was clean, but shabby.
The walls were mottled and yellowed, with map-like outlines left by water seepage.
The long table was cracked in many places, and its paint had crusted and peeled,