The room meant for one became livelier with the arrival of Ma Congjun, as if the air itself buzzed with more vitality.
She was a lively girl who seemed to enjoy joking around and having fun with Pang Feng.
"By the way, Huang Dao, you haven't answered me yet, why are you here? Is this a resting room?" asked Ma Congjun.
Pang Feng gently shook his head and said, "It's not a resting room, but I am resting here."
"Your answer is a bit of a tongue twister, and what's with that look you gave me just now? Do you find it unbelievable that I joined the Martial Arts Club? Are you underestimating me?"
Pang Feng said, "I'm not underestimating you, but your body isn't suited for martial arts. Forcing yourself to train is detrimental to your health."
"Ah..."
Ma Congjun gasped in surprise, staring at Pang Feng and demanding, "You... you... what are you saying? What's wrong with my body, you... you have to explain clearly to me!"
