Zhao Rui's performance in the Martial Arts Arena made some of the freshmen change their attitude toward him. At least on the surface, they no longer looked down on him, a Pseudo Martial Arts Student from the Outer Courtyard.
"What are you going to look up at the library?"
Before long, Zhang Kui came jogging over.
He asked curiously the moment they met.
"Just some stuff about the history of the Martial Dao. You haven't eaten this late... you aren't really waiting for me to treat you, are you?"
Zhao Rui said contemptuously.
"Am I that kind of guy? Sigh, the teacher just let class out late. We're in university, and that guy still holds us after the bell."
After speaking, Zhang Kui suddenly waggled his eyebrows at him and said, "Is this because of what I said yesterday?"
Zhao Rui shook his head.
A slight smile touched Zhang Kui's lips. "Let's eat first," he said. "After we're done, I'll take you to my dorm. I've got something cool to show you."
"Do I get one?"
