One after another, the days flew by.
On Saturday afternoon, Xiao Luo changed into a more mature getup after getting a call from Zhang Dashan. He needed a breather. University might be a paradise for many, but it wasn't so great for him. The worst part was having to go to class. It sucked. Time crawled at a snail's pace when one was miserable: Every minute seemed like a thousand.
"Brother Luo, are you going out?" asked Zhu Xiofei.
He considered the possibility and then, visibly alarmed, asked, "You're not going to the mixed martial arts club to respond to Song Jianan's challenge, are you?"
Hearing the words "Song Jianan" and "challenge," Ding Kai, who was lying in bed reading, sat up and looked at Xiao Luo with a pale, terror-stricken face.
"Lao Zhu, you think too much. I can't be bothered with that kind of senseless person," Xiao Luo smiled slightly.
"Then, where are you doing?"
