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As soon as the news of Zhu Hui challenging Yang Qianfan spread, the entire campus erupted in excitement. Everyone was discussing Zhu Hui's seemingly reckless challenge, and not a single person believed she could win, including her best friend, Tang Hui.
"Hui, are you crazy? Why would you challenge him? There's no way you can beat him," Tang Hui questioned her, visibly agitated.
"Don't worry about it; I know what I'm doing."
"You know what you're doing? What do you mean by that? Are you saying you can handle being beaten by him?"
"I know exactly what I'm doing. Don't worry about me; I will definitely defeat that Male Goat," Zhu Hui said, her brows relaxing as she revealed an enigmatic smile that was intriguing to behold. "After school this afternoon, all I need is for you to stand by my side and cheer for me."
"But... but... but..."
"Enough with the 'buts,'" Zhu Hui interrupted her, lazily stretching her arms and adding with a sense of ease, "The sun is shining so brightly today; how can we not appreciate such a beautiful day? Why don't we go to the school playground and soak up some sun? What do you say?"
Seeing that Zhu Hui still had the energy to enjoy the sunshine at such a moment left Tang Hui bewildered. She couldn't fathom what was going on in her friend's mind and could only shake her head in silent resignation.
After school, the gymnasium was already packed with spectators eager to watch the spectacle. Zhu Hui had changed into a simple and comfortable sports outfit, arriving slightly earlier than Yang Qianfan. In stark contrast to Zhu Hui's attire, Yang Qianfan wore a formal white Taekwondo uniform, standing before her with an impressive demeanor and commanding presence.
"You've arrived; I look forward to your guidance," Zhu Hui said confidently as she performed a courteous bow.
Yang Qianfan returned the bow with equal courtesy, raising an eyebrow casually as he said, "Let's get started!"
Seeing that he was ready, Zhu Hui struck a heroic pose and dashed toward him, raising her fist to deliver a punch. Before her fist could even retract from Yang Qianfan's body, the referee's whistle blew, signaling a foul.
"You don't understand Taekwondo at all. Why are you challenging me to it?" Yang Qianfan furrowed his brows, confused, showing no reaction to the punch she had just thrown at him.
"Who... who says I don't understand?" Zhu Hui retorted, her words lacking conviction.
"You do? Then why did you just hit me with your fist?"
"To raise my fist, how else could I strike?"
Hearing her explanation, Yang Qianfan felt like crying without tears. In all his life, this was the first time he had heard someone explain Taekwondo in such a way.
At that moment, He Feng, who was acting as the referee, raised his hand and called a foul on Zhu Hui. Unhappy with the decision, Zhu Hui began to gesture wildly and loudly protested that he was biased and blowing the whistle unfairly. He Feng, infuriated, was about to argue with her but was stopped by Yang Qianfan.
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