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Although he was considered to have graduated, his coach didn't drive him away. After all, Roland paid money. He was free to use the training equipment inside the building for a year anytime he wanted.

Even if he stopped boxing, he could still use the bodybuilding equipment.

Not to mention… whether or not it was Roland's illusion, he discovered that the ratio of female students in this boxing club was somewhat high. Logically, it was judo or taekwondo clubs that had a slightly higher ratio of female students, because these two things were ”introduced species” in the eyes of normal people, regarded as being relatively higher class. The majority of females either trained taekwondo or judo, whereas, in their eyes, boxing was something that, in name alone, sounded unfashionable—no one normal would like it.

However, inside this particular boxing club, the female members took up over half of the total number of people.

This was too unreasonable.

Roland explained this question to his coach who was resting off to the side. As a result, the coach, who wore a flattop haircut, looked at him with a mysterious gaze.

Roland was somewhat uncomfortable from his staring.

Fortunately, the coach soon spoke. ”Didn't you come because you saw our advertisement?”

”I saw that there were a lot of people here, so I assumed that the coaches were not bad, that's why I came.” Roland shook his head. ”I've never seen any advertisement.”

The coach was dumbfounded for a while before laughing lightly. ”If a normal man were to say this, I wouldn't believe it. However, you really have put your mind completely on training lately—you probably didn't think about all that nonsense.”

The curiosity on Roland's face was even more apparent now.

”Our club president is a beauty,” the coach said with a smile. ”The advertisement used an upper-body photo of her as the model.”

Roland's line of thought turned around immediately. He blinked and said, ”That's not right. If a beauty was the model, shouldn't more men have been drawn here?”

”Yes…” The coach seemed to be considering his use of words, and then he said, ”Our club president is the neutral kind of beauty!”

Once Roland heard these words, he immediately understood. So it turned out the club president was a valiant and formidable-looking tomboy… This indeed could attract many girls.

Not interested, bye!

Roland got up and was about to leave.

Also an old hand regarding these matters, the coach obviously understood what Roland was thinking. He shook his head and said in disdain, ”You seem just like the kind of shallow men who only look at someone's figure and not at their temperament.”

Roland wouldn't fall for the coach's provocation. He shrugged and turned to leave.

When this girl brushed past Roland, she turned her head to size him up, and then, expressionless, she shifted her gaze, as if she had just encountered a passerby who was a little unique and simply took one extra glance.

When Roland brushed past the tomboy, he thought that the tomboy was probably the club president—and as expected… she wasn't his type.

…As flat as a steel plate—he wasn't interested at all.

The tomboy walked through the club and found the coach. She looked around at the students who were training, asking, ”Where's that student who you said was quite talented?”

”Club President, you're a bit late. He just left.”

”Tsk!” The tomboy clicked her tongue in disappointment. ”Then tomorrow, if he comes, you call me right away.”

The coach was somewhat confused. ”Club President, there's actually no need to go through so much trouble. We've registered all the students' phone numbers—if you have any business with him, you can just call him to invite him for a meeting.”

The tomboy frowned. ”As a girl, how could I casually ask a single man of the same age out on my own accord! People will gossip.”

”Oh my goodness, Great Beautiful Club President.” The coach facepalmed and said painfully, ”What age is this already, how are you still so feudalistic? It's just a meeting, not a one-night stand. No one's going to gossip.”

”My parents!” The tomboy sneered, ”If I have contact with any unmarried men, they'll immediately ask me when I'm getting married, hmph!”