Chapter 121: 121 The Young Girl’s Sudden Struggle
After dinner, Han Yixuan’s cramming review time was about to begin.
She had never missed any class. She had completed every homework assignment independently. But she had to admit that if she aimed for nearly full scores, this wasn’t enough.
Back in the dormitory, she saw her roommates all busy. One was on a long phone call with her boyfriend, one was watching a variety show on the computer, and the roommate she was closest to was watching a melodramatic drama with great interest. In the plot, the tall and handsome male lead was kneeling by the hospital bed, holding the female lead’s limp arm, crying bitterly.
“Another car accident into the hospital?” Han Yixuan glanced over her roommate’s shoulder and couldn’t help complaining, “Don’t you think it’s melodramatic?”
The roommate paused the playback, turned her head and retorted: “What’s melodramatic about it? Car accidents are very common! Do you know how many people worldwide die in car accidents?”
Han Yixuan was about to say she had never seen one, but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them—had she really never seen one? What about that thrilling experience after the Gaokao?
Roommate: “What are you thinking about?”
Han Yixuan’s eyes seemed to flash with his face again, and the scene of him decisively saving her with agile movements.
The young girl shook her head and said, “I’m thinking, I’ll start cramming review today.”
The roommate was inevitably surprised: “You already study very seriously usually, and you still need to cram?”
Han Yixuan nodded, sat down at her clean and tidy desk, and took out the textbook for probability theory and mathematical statistics—this course was the one that exhausted her the most. The hardest hurdle naturally had to be tackled first.
Buried in books and practice problems, gradually, lights-out time arrived.
Han Yixuan summarized tonight’s study achievements, then washed up and went to bed. The other roommates were still chatting about entertainment industry gossip, while she put on headphones, listened to gentle music box music, and fell asleep soon after.
Suddenly, a roommate asked: “Xiao Xuan didn’t talk much today?”
“She seems asleep.”
“Why so quiet…”
The closest roommate couldn’t help saying: “She has a goal now and is working hard.”
“No way, isn’t how she usually is already working hard? To what extent does she need to strive?”
“What’s the difference between 80 points and 60 points? As long as she doesn’t fail the course, that’s fine. Why bother…”
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The next morning, Han Yixuan was the first to get up again.
To not disturb her roommates, she quietly got out of bed, put on clothes, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then packed all the study materials she needed for today into her schoolbag, slung the bag over her shoulder, and left the dormitory.
At the canteen, she ordered steamed dumplings and soy milk for breakfast. While eating, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text to Pei Ningle: 【Have you noticed what he’s been doing lately?】
No need to mention the name, Han Yixuan knew the other party definitely understood who ‘he’ referred to.
Halfway through breakfast, the young girl received a reply.
【Yesterday he said he was going to learn martial arts.】
“Martial arts?”
Han Yixuan bit on the straw, stunned for a moment.
Why did Wang Heng want to learn martial arts? Could it be that he had offended someone?
Han Yixuan quickly finished breakfast, logged into Taobao on her mobile phone, and carefully selected some items. A few minutes later, she placed an order for a can of pepper spray and a stun gun for self-defense.
“Can only prepare for the worst,” the young girl murmured, “but there’s nothing to do now… Do well on the exam, that research must be attended!”
Then she slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and headed straight to the library. It was still a little past eight in the morning, so there should be blank spaces for self-study in the library. And Han Yixuan’s plan was to stay in the library today except for class time.
To get high scores in subjects she wasn’t good at, she had to put in double the effort.
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This Sunday afternoon, Wang Heng finally walked into that martial arts hall.
The one who greeted him at the doorway and took him inside was the energetic young man who had given him the flyer that day, named Cao Zhan.
The trial class began, and the one-on-one instructor was Cao Zhan—this person wasn’t a part-time store clerk, but someone who specifically practiced combat at the martial arts hall. As he introduced himself, although he hadn’t truly become a professional boxer yet, he had built a solid foundation and achieved good results in several high-level amateur competitions, just waiting to step onto the professional race track.
Thus, the trial class teacher changed from a retired professional boxer to this martial arts hall trainee. But Wang Heng had no complaints; after all, it was cheap, and since he had no foundation himself, a trainee’s level was probably enough for guidance.
The first content of the trial class was riding a bicycle, push-ups, and plank.
“Any combat techniques require strength as a prerequisite to execute. Without enough strength, it’s useless no matter how well you strike.”
After taking off his shoes and socks, following Cao Zhan’s guidance, Wang Heng first did a physical fitness test and exercise.
After one round, when Wang Heng was sitting on the ground panting, he heard Cao Zhan say again: “Not bad. I thought you looked a bit skinny and lacked strength. Now I see, among university students, you’re pretty good.”
Wang Heng: “As long as you maintain a normal routine with three meals a day, walk a bit more usually, and exercise a little, your body won’t be too bad.”
But Cao Zhan said: “But your core strength is still not enough; you could barely hold the plank earlier. In combat, core strength is especially important, the foundation of power generation. So in your free time later, you can practice it yourself—no equipment needed, just do squats and planks at home. Moreover, practicing this is actually especially useful at times.”
Wang Heng: “What do you mean?”
Cao Zhan showed that knowing smile all men understand and whispered: “Bed skills are skills too!”
Wang Heng: “…”
Cao Zhan patted his shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and grinned cheekily: “You university students definitely have lots of opportunities to hook up with female classmates. Get your body in shape, build core strength, and it’ll be super useful when you get a room later!”
Wang Heng pursed his lips: “Don’t you know what kind of school is next door?”
“Telecom technology…”
“Right, otaku concentration camp, with a brutal gender ratio. So I’ll definitely train core strength, but bed skills and such, I won’t need them.”
“That’s how it is,” Cao Zhan sighed, “Then let’s experience boxing now.”
“Boxing?”
“Wait a sec, I’ll wrap bandages on your hands, and we won’t hit the bag first. I’ll teach you how to generate power. Boxing power generation is very particular, starting from the waist and abdomen…”
Following Cao Zhan’s guidance, Wang Heng got into stance. But at that moment, he suddenly froze, because his gaze accidentally caught a young girl walking into the martial arts hall.
Wasn’t that Ye Xun? Why did she come here?
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Requesting recommendation tickets, and… Happy Women’s Day to everyone! But I think this book probably has no female readers…
