Chapter 12 - Chapter 12. The martial arts school

Stepping out of Lin Yuyu s home. It was already half past midnight. Wong and Gao Yurong strolled along the tranquil forest path. The luminous moonlight cascaded from the clouds, filtering through the sparse foliage, casting a glistening veil over the girl as exquisitely sculpted profile. Yoyu seemed particularly joyful today. Having known her for so long, I rarely witness her in such high spirits. Gaoyong remarked leisurely. A faint enchanting fragrance wafted through the breeze from her direction, lingering at Wong Es nostrils, inadvertently reminding him of that solitary afternoon. He found himself subconsciously comparing Lin Yoyu and Gao Yurong. Lin Yoyu was more gentle and considerate, while Gao Yurong exhibited a stronger and more independent demeanor. Each possessed her own unique charm. As Wong pondered, Gao Yurong inquired, "How long have you known her?" Wong E jolted from his revery turned to Gao Yurong, meeting her sparkling gaze. Three years, he replied. Three years indeed. So you must have known each other since the first year of high school. Gao Yurong s delicate brows quivered slightly, concealing her true feelings. Yet Wong he sensed an underlying melancholy. And then were you desk mates for 3 years? Um, it's fate, I suppose, Wong responded instinctively. It truly was fate considering they were separated into different classes in the second year yet somehow remained deskmates. He now found it somewhat astonishing. Suddenly Gao Yurong halted turning to face him directly. Wong E. You changed. Wong looked at the girl perplexed. What do you mean? How have I changed? H well in a sense you certainly have. Was it intuition that guided her? However, Wongi didn't he believe that Gao Yurong could possibly be aware of his secret regarding the sign-in panel? Ignoring his confusion, Gao Yuron continued, "Lately, you seem like a different person, no longer tutoring me, Wong." He felt a wave of exasperation, "My dear, I used to need money, so naturally, I would have relished the opportunity to tutor you everyday, but now that I am someone with a sign-in panel, do I truly need that little money?" "No, wait." Wangi suddenly realized, "Doesn't he that imply I'm the sort of man who becomes corrupt with wealth?" He pondered, "Am I?" Well, he couldn't he deny it. Nevertheless, it wasn't he of utmost importance. I've already said I need to prepare for the college entrance examination. Wong e fabricated a response. College entrance examination. Curse that. He was determined to become a martial artist. Which university do you plan to attend? Gaurong sin interest peaked suddenly. The second military academy of Jang Nan. With your grades and the qualification of a senior student at the martial arts school, the first military academy should be well within reach. She seemed to think of something amusing, a smile brightening her face. That girl, Lin Yoyu, will certainly not make it. Oh, wait. She can apply to other departments. Wongi observed the everchanging expressions on the girl as face, perplexed by her thoughts. It was said that a woman as hard is as elusive as a needle in the ocean. He had witnessed that firsthand. You plan to apply to the first military academy of Jong-un Wong? He asked out of curiosity. He refrained from revealing that he was contemplating foregoing the college entrance examination to participate in the preliminary martial artist assessment. He felt that disclosing such information would lead to considerable trouble. Gauron glanced up at him, her delicate features appearing especially enchanting under the moonlight, exuding an alluring charm. You still haven te told me whether you will take the examination. Gauron was not from the same high school as Wongi. She seemed to attend a private elite school, even receiving one-on-one tutoring from teachers. Something Wong he could never afford. "Wong!" he hesitated, about to voice his thoughts when suddenly a ringtone pierced the air. Gao Yurong s expression darkened instantly upon hearing it. She retrieved her petite, elegant phone, and answered calmly. "Is there something you need?" R, where are you right now? A gentle and graceful voice inquired. I'm attending a classmate s birthday party. Why must you concern yourself, Wong? He subtly turned his gaze. Taken aback by the chilling tone. Gao Yurong adopted. However, judging by the content, it seemed the caller was someone close to her. Rome Rome, I'm your mother. The voice on the other end fell silent for a moment, but before it could finish, the call was abruptly terminated. Gao lowered her phone, her head slightly bowed, her long hair obscuring her face. Wangi couldn't te discern her expression, yet he could sense her profound distress. Vaniit. He had previously suspected that Gao Yurong s relationship with her mother was somewhat intricate. Yet, he had never seen her mother and was unaware that their relationship had deteriorated to such an extent. Nonetheless, this was a private matter. Even if Wongi was close to Gao Yurong, he felt it inappropriate to comment. Wong E, walk with me. Gao Yurong lifted her head. Wongi glanced at the night sky and nodded. On the chilly streets, the two young individuals strolled together. While not far behind, a black sedan trailed quietly. Noticing Wong glancing back occasionally, Gao Yurong stated matter of factly, "Don't look back." That as my mother as surveillance, Wong forced a smile, internally reflecting on the blatant nature of it all. However, Gao Yurong appeared accustomed to it. He found it curious that despite her mother s evident anxiety regarding her daughter, she had allowed him to tutor her closely for nearly a year. But upon reflection, he had only recently been invited into her home, despite their deepening relationship, as Gao Yurong had never before invited him over. This realization seemed quite fitting with Gao Yurong s character. But what about her mother? Wong, he found himself pondering this question. After walking together in the night breeze for a while, Gaoyong s mood appeared to improve significantly. Suddenly, they arrived at a brightly lit building, and Wongi realized they had unknowingly reached the entrance of the extreme martial arts school. Gao Yurong stood before the entrance, gazing at the three peculiar silver buildings within the courtyard, and suddenly exclaimed, "Wong E, let us go in and practice." Gao Yurong was also a student of the extreme martial arts school. Although merely an intermediate student, her skills were nearly on par with senior students. However, due to the better training conditions available to her, she seldom visited. "All right," having accompanied her this far, Wongi agreed without hesitation. The Extreme Martial Arts School operated 24 hours a day, allowing access at any time. Beep. After scanning their student IDs at the entrance, Wong E, and Gao Yurong entered the school grounds. Within the courtyard on the pathways and lawns, a few martial arts students were scattered about, curiously observing the striking couple. However, upon noticing Wong Es senior student ID, their expressions shifted to one of respect, some even bowing slightly. Gao Yurong observed this scene, glancing at the unperturbed young man beside her. The wind tousled his dark hair, revealing his sharply defined features. Gao Yurong sighed softly, her thoughts drifting. As Gao Yurong was not a senior student, they could only access the intermediate students building. After changing into their training attire in the designated locker room, they made their way to the training hall on the second floor. They stood at a designated sparring platform. Don't move, Galla. Her previously loose hair now tied into a ponytail, dawned a white training uniform. She assumed a classic punching stance, her voice cool and collected. Whoosh! She then launched a punch towards Wong. He who wore a helpless expression, the sound of wind trailing behind her fist. Bang! Pow! The ensuing scene could only be described as one-sided blows and kicks. Wongi realized that Gao Yurong was particularly fiery today. "Tomorrow, you're coming over to tutor me." After a long while, as the dust settled, Gao Yurong, now panting heavily with sweat soaked hair clinging to her face, declared in an undeniable tone. She then shook her hands as if shaking off discomfort, her mouth pulling into a disdainful grimace. The pain is unbearable. Had I not noticed your hardness before?