Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 566 - 104_2

Shutting the door and heading downstairs, I happened to see Lin Shuyou with his left hand on a crutch and his right hand holding a thermos, probably just back from filling it at the hot water room.

Upon seeing Runsheng, Lin Shuyou’s eyes brightened immediately.

At that moment, Tan Wenbin spoke, "Runsheng, feeling itchy to fight?"

Runsheng nodded, "The incense has burned out, I need to go fetch more from the room in the basement of the store."

"That’s not what I was asking. Do you feel like sparring with someone?" Tan Wenbin said, glancing towards Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou puffed out his chest proudly.

Runsheng shook his head. During the special training, he was fed moves and sparring by Uncle Qin and had been pinned to the ground by him time and again.

If before he only knew that Xiao Yuan hoped he could become the next Uncle Qin, now Uncle Qin’s image had become solid in his mind.

After gaining a much clearer and higher goal, even after the special training ended, he didn’t feel arrogantly itchy for a fight.

Tan Wenbin whispered, "Runsheng, we’re about to take action soon; actually Brother Xiao Yuan probably wants to see your progress too. That way, he can make an appropriate plan of action."

Fighting against Runsheng myself wouldn’t show any true effect, whether before or after the special training. It’s always easy for him to fight me.

But Lin Shuyou, he is a great benchmark, a clear unit of measurement.

Runsheng: "Only if Brother Xiao Yuan tells me to fight, will I fight."

"That’s right, we definitely can’t have private fights."

"Go find Brother Xiao Yuan." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Okay, let’s go then."

Tan Wenbin and Runsheng left.

Lin Shuyou stood stunned in place, weren’t they supposed to fight him after coming out of seclusion? Why had they decided not to fight now?

Dropping his crutch, Lin Shuyou thought about catching up to ask why, and possibly initiate a Righteous sparring match.

He originally thought Righteous infighting would lead to Heavenly Dao suffering swiftly from the evil spirit; now he believed that healthy internal competition would better help combat the evil spirit.

But before he could take two steps, he saw a classmate coming along. Lin Shuyou quickly turned back, picking up his crutch.

Sometimes, once a lie is told, you have to keep spinning it.

"Shuyou, let me help you carry the thermos."

"Come, let me help you upstairs."

Unable to refuse, Lin Shuyou had to go up with the helpful classmate, still pretending to limp.

...

Li Zhiyuan was originally heading to the Liu family’s place but got sidetracked by two "booths" at the sports field.

The freshmen military training had ended in the morning, and simultaneously, student union and club recruitments had begun.

Everyone was setting up tables and erecting signs on the sports field, with seniors pulling out all stops to attract those freshmen whose eyes still sparkled with innocence and purity.

For most who had passed the university entrance exam, high school had often been a dull period in their lives, mostly sustained by the dream of a vibrant university life.

Generally speaking, it boiled down to two things:

One, colorful campus activities.

Two, dating.

Putting campus activities first because for most, their enthusiasm quickly wanes after the initial excitement fades.

And for the second, it often persists throughout, forming a perpetually hot topic in dorm conversations, especially among those who are single.

Of course, for freshmen, quickly finding a partner at the beginning of school is a privilege for the few but joining clubs and student unions is quite straightforward.

Some influential or impressively named departments, and a few clubs that obviously align with current trends often face an excessive influx of interested students and resort to "interview assessments" for selection.

Most other departments and clubs are desperate not to be picky eaters.

Without vigorous promotion and properly pulling in enough members, they’ll end like declining sects in Jianghu, silently awaiting extinction.

This sports field was also a Jianghu.

Walking through it, one could feel the youthful, vibrant energy and many club names were varied and numerous.

Traditional clubs had become extremely specialized, non-traditional ones were also quite diverse.

Attracting Li Zhiyuan from outside the sports field fence and into a corner were those clubs.

The one blocking his path was the Go Club, currently highly popular with many freshmen filling out applications and making inquiries.

A few tables had already been set up with Go boards, with seniors and confident freshmen challenging each other, and bystanders watching the games.

Li Zhiyuan, despite often playing Go with Alii, was never really interested in Go.

After emerging from the crowd, he finally reached the far corner where there were just four tables, not many new students, but the old members were patiently operating.

The president of the "Alien Club" was showing his scrapbook to a few freshmen, talking about UFOs and some world’s unsolved mysteries.

The president of the "Qi Gong Club" with two old members sat on the ground under an aluminum pot, meditating.

Nearby, one member explained that they were observing the orbit of artificial satellites, and when necessary, would control their own satellite to collide and combat with satellites from other countries.

Perhaps feeling the story being too far-fetched, and their president and members looking too foolish, the explaining member quickly flipped the display, finding another angle.

The display read: Practicing Qi Gong helps increase romantic encounters.

Clearly, this display worked like a charm, as several freshmen immediately inquired if it was really true.