60 Making Friends Through Martial Arts (1/2)
”Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! He makes me so angry! AAAAAHHHHH—”
In the girls' dorm of the University of South China was a good-looking girl. She threw her helmet on the bed furiously and panted while hissing through gritted teeth for a while. She then stood up and stomped about her blanket to relieve her gloom from the game.
Three girls hugged each other as if they had been scared by the girl while they stayed away from her bed. They looked at the girl venting her rage in great fear. After a long while, they opened their mouths and asked, ”What's wrong, Young Wei? We just heard that you wanted to get yourself a spot on South China's ranking board for the powerful, but why are you acting like this soon after you got in?”
The girl on the bed snorted fiercely through her nose. ”Forget it, the moment I think of it, I get angry. We're from the same department, but he showed no mercy the moment he attacked. With just one attack, he kicked me off…
”Ack, I still said it. I lost to his ambush and fell off the stage! Hmph! How dare he kick me? He must be bored of living… Damn it, he even refused to let me see his face. Who does he think he is? The department prince? He used a rag to cover his face as if he was afraid of others seeing his face. I'm so angry!”
She ranted like a machine gun while not forgetting to squeeze and trample her velvety smooth blanket to vent her anger.
The other girls were speechless. They looked at each other at a loss.
”So, our dear swordswoman, you lost in the first round?”
”Hmph.” Young Wei's fierce glare made her look like a violent lady. It made the other three girls shudder in terror. Out of fear of violence, they quickly changed the topic. ”Um… has the martial arts tournament ended?”
The violent girl was stunned for a moment before she became calm again.
”No.”
”Then why are you out?”
”Ah!” she screeched. The violent girl quickly put on her helmet and returned to the game.
*****
Happy, who had caused a certain violent girl in the University of South China to fly into a rage, enjoyed great success all along the way. He did not need to spend any effort against the greenhorns. At most, he only needed two moves to defeat his opponent.
He made sure not to make his opponent feel any pain, so he ended all his fights by kicking them off the stage. However, during his fourth fight, he met a very popular person on South China Martial Artists Ranking Board. He was once a great person who occupied the third spot for a period of time. Right then, he might be in fourth place, but he was definitely not any worse than the two people placed before him on the ranking board in South China. It was Butt Shaker!
This person had been pretty close to Happy in his previous life.
When he saw Butt Shaker's figure, which was just as much of a mess as his name, appear on the stage, Happy felt a faint and inexplicable warmth in his heart.
Butt Shaker was an orthodox disciple of Beggar's Sect. His hair was usually a mess, and he habitually bit on a drumstick. There was always a wine gourd hanging off his waist. He loved lingering around the streets admiring beautiful girls, and he would sometimes stretch his perverted claws to touch the ladies' butts. Of course, anyone could tell just how much this person loved a certain body part based on his name alone.
As the tournament progressed, Butt Shaker had completed all three of his matches. He had a smooth journey up to that point. When he saw that his fourth match was about to arrive, he brought out a greasy drumstick that all Beggar's Sect disciples loved from his Universe Bag, and he did so in a very flippant manner. He tore off a piece of flesh from the drumstick in a very brusque manner while he waited for his next opponent.
When Happy appeared before him with a relaxed gaze and a strange smile beneath his mask, the relaxed look on Butt Shaker's face disappeared. He quietly swallowed the chicken meat he had yet to finish chewing and threw away the drumstick without any care for social rules. His expression swiftly turned solemn.
During the past few months in the game, he had developed a pair of very good eyes. Based on the player's bearing, charisma, and the way they held their sword, he could tell whether the person was strong or weak.
He was certain that his fourth opponent was definitely not someone from the top thirty on South China Martial Arts Ranking Board, but the pressure he gave him did not lose to the top on the ranking board—Brother Tea Words!
”I am Butt Shaker! I don't think we've met before!”
Uncaring about how oily his hands were, Butt Shaker put his fist in his palm and gave Happy a greeting. He gave off a wild feeling, just like the wanderers wandering about the country.
”I'm Happy,” Happy answered crisply.
Butt Shaker nodded in realization. He remembered all the names ranked in the top one hundred, so he was certain that this person might have not registered as a member before or had not renewed and provided a comprehensive data of himself in the game in time. In other words, he was a person who kept a low-profile.
”Reporting participants. Butt Shaker, fourth round. Happy, fifth round!”