At the counter, Zhou Fu looked at the friendly-looking receptionist and said politely, "Hello, could you help me check the schedule for 'the high schooler who beat up martial artists' after today's matches?"
Chen Xiaoke was full of confusion; although the martial arts dojo had over a million registered members, that name definitely left the deepest impression on her.
How could she possibly forget that handsome, but reckless high schooler who didn't heed her advice?
Three hours ago, it was she who registered Lin Feng's membership card, but she couldn't figure out why this chubby man was asking like this?
Could a high schooler really have special matches?
Who do you think he is—a signed martial artist with the dojo?
Besides, what could possibly be so exciting about a high school student's matches?
