"Oh."
Zhao Rui casually agreed, then asked, "Where are you? I didn't eat lunch."
"Damn, what's you not eating got to do with me?"
"I'm on Jin San Road, over by Huaren Mall. There are girls here."
"Damn, for real?"
"You'll know when you get here."
Zhao Rui decisively hung up.
Ten minutes later, Yang Fan stylishly pulled up in his new car.
When he saw that Zhao Rui was the only one there, he knew instantly he'd been tricked.
"When school starts, I'm coming to your university, and you have to find a super hot Martial Arts Student to have dinner with me."
After grumbling, Yang Fan slammed on the gas, taking Zhao Rui to find a place to fill their stomachs.
Around three in the afternoon, while he was playing arcade games at the mall, Zhao Rui received a class start notice from the Celestial Pride Martial Arts Hall.
There was a Martial Dao class at 6:30 PM, and it was starting today.
The students were all eleven- or twelve-year-old elementary schoolers.
