70 Indiscreet Remarks (2/2)
”Does Brother Luo have some powerful connections or something?” Zhu Xiaofei voiced his suspicions.
Ding Kai rubbed his chin. He was deep in thought like Detective Conan.
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News of Xiao Luo single-handedly defeating the mixed martial arts club and crippling Song Jianan's hand rolled through the Huaye University campus like a storm. It was all the students had been talking about for the past few days. Many even felt relieved that it had happened. After all, Song Jianan had been too full of himself, and the mixed martial arts club was more like a gang, dishing out violence to whomever they wanted.
At the same time, interest in Xiao Luo was piqued. The boys wanted to see him in action with their own eyes. Someone had leaked that, not only was Xiao Luo an exceptional fighter, he had a fantastic talent for soccer. He was able to turn ordinary soccer balls into fireballs like in the movie 'Shaolin Soccer.'
The girls, on the other hand, were curious about Xiao Luo for different reasons. Many had abandoned their old celebrity crushes and made Xiao Luo into their new male idol. There were already more than a thousand posts on the thread in the school forum about him, making it the most active of all the threads.
”What's the story behind this pretentious d*ck? How did beat up more than a hundred mixed martial arts club members and walk away unharmed?”
Chu Yue sat in her dorm room, staring at her laptop screen without blinking and sucking on a lollipop. She had attractive features with a light, dewy complexion. She looked beautiful, no matter her expression.
”I'm somewhat curious, too,” Bai Ling said thoughtfully, then she began her analysis. ”The school's records show that he comes from an average family, so there should be nothing noteworthy there. If anything's amiss, I suppose it's his time in the army. Still, he served in a military region in Jingcheng, where there should be nothing out of the ordinary, either.”
”This guy is a mystery!” Chu Yue pouted, resting her chin on both hands.
When she'd first heard that Xiao Luo had beaten up all the entire mixed martial arts club, she had not believed it. No matter how strong someone was, there was no way anyone could beat more than a hundred people alone. As Grandpa Mao used to say, 'There is strength in numbers.' If Xiao Luo could thrash that many people, maybe he was the reincarnation of the legendary warrior, Lu Bu?
Bai Ling nodded in agreement. ”Hm.”
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In this era of explosive information, any talking point quickly becomes old news, and Xiao Luo's fight with the mixed martial arts club was no exception. Soon enough, Huaye's student body found new hot topics to discuss, like a celebrity's extramarital affair, or an earthquake that had occurred somewhere. In any event, everyone's attention gradually drifted elsewhere.
It was time for choir practice again.
Huang Ruoran was on the verge of tears because her class of English Language majors still could not sing 'Yellow River' in harmony, and the competition was only a week away. What really crushed her spirits was that the neighboring class, which consisted of Measurement and Control Technology majors, was also singing 'Yellow River.' While their singing was average, their harmonizing and enthusiasm far exceeded that of her class.
Comparing the two was like comparing heaven and hell when, unfortunately, her class was the latter!
It would have been fine if there had been no one for them to be compared to. But now, the English Language majors felt humiliated. They wanted to sing well, but no matter how hard they tried, they were not in sync. They simply could not sing 'Yellow River' with the oomph it required.
Just then, the class monitor from the Measurement and Control Technology majors came over. He was a boy in glasses who looked neat and refined.
”Ruoran, I suggest you choose another song. Singing 'Yellow River' requires men's roaring voices. It's not very suitable for girls. It sounds too feminine. If you choose to perform this song at the competition, then there is no way you can expect a good result.”
Huang Ruoran's expression instantly sank as she replied, ”Zhao Shijie, I don't interfere with your practice, so don't interfere with mine. Why did you come over here to disparage me?”