Chapter 507: Chapter 282: A Mad Dog
“Mu Fan? This is Bing Su, hurry up, the club recruitment is starting. You need to be proactive with the tasks Senior Sister Lu arranged, come on, come on, the club location is at square’s southeast corner, number 128!”
A barrage of words, akin to machine gun fire, erupted from the Sky Communication device, the voice of the lively Bing Su.
This relentless verbal assault left Mu Fan with no chance to process his thoughts.
“I’m done talking— are you busy right now?”
Mu Fan thought about it and realized he had just finished the Mecha Club’s recruitment assessment, so he shook his head and said, “No.”
“Then come over, the Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment is waiting for you to ‘open the gates.’ See you in a bit, bye~~”
The Sky Communication connection ended and Mu Fan felt his brain couldn’t keep up.
What did she mean by waiting for him to ‘open the gates’ for the Swordsmanship Club recruitment? Would they not start without him?
Snapping back to reality, Mu Fan only then remembered there were several people staring at him with wide eyes.
His gaze swept over and landed on Lange with his two little mustaches, the only familiar face.
“Senior, did I pass the assessment?”
When Lange saw this impressive freshman skipping the ‘Red Cat’ boss and directly asking him, he hurriedly responded, no longer daring to put on airs.
“You passed, of course, you passed, Mu Fan, you see…”
“That’s great, but I really have to go now, bye.”
Mu Fan waved politely and then squeezed through the crowd.
Shit…
At this moment, Lange was inwardly crumbling, his cheeks twitching as he looked at his boss.
Luckily, all Jes seemed to express was a fighting spirit, nothing else.
This whole episode wasn’t displayed on the public screens, so no one knew that the boy running away was Trainee No. 04.
“They probably just got thrashed.”
“Did it shatter their worldview? Poor thing…”
Under the silent, sympathetic gaze of the bystanders, Mu Fan disappeared from their sight.
And then the crowd’s attention heatedly returned to the stage: “Rachel, beauty, where’s the new guy, no. 04!”
“Yeah, get him up here.”
“I can’t wait to see him, he must be two meters tall and over 200 pounds, that’s the true vision of a warrior in my mind, I want to pay my respects to ‘big brother’!”
After hearing Lange’s whispered report, Rachel awkwardly addressed the crowd, “Sorry everyone, he had something to do… He left.”
“Damn, that’s cheating our emotions!”
“Give it a one-star rating!”
These were the stirring chants of some boys who loved chaos.
As for the girls, their expressions revealed dissatisfaction.
Eve said with a disappointed face, “I really wanted to see if such a formidable person actually looks like a master.”
Watching her friend earnestly discuss such childish concerns, Linya could only hold her head, not knowing what to say.
Sigh, let it go.
After the excitement ended, everyone gradually dispersed, but the number of sign-ups for the Mecha Club suddenly increased by twenty percent.
White Hair looked melancholically at Mu Fan, who had swaggered off, lamenting that the opportunity for such glory had his friend left him not even a tiny bit…
Even just a little bit would have been fine.
To show off and then run away, cool…
“Bro, where did Mu Fan go?”
“He left.”
“Where to?”
“The Swordsmanship Club, I just got the message.”
“Is he in such a hurry because something is up? Should we go check it out?” Li Xiaoxi inquired.
Gu Yunyou nodded, indicating they could, while White Hair silently waved his hand.
“Let’s go barricade him at the Swordsmanship Club, I need to speak with him. Showing off a little wouldn’t hurt even for me!”
So the trio, led by White Hair, also vanished from the scene.
A bustling scene for half the day, yet the star of the show was gone, nothing could be more absurd than this.
Mu Fan, looking at the flat map on the Sky Communication device, saw that Black had thoughtfully created an electronic route for him so he could accurately find the Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment point.
The antiquely wooden structured booth had a unique look, but it was smaller compared to the vast area of the Mecha Club he just left.
Its area was at best one-tenth of the former’s.
At this moment, a girl dressed in white Swordsman’s clothes with her hair in a ponytail and a look of utter despair on her face, was standing in front of the wooden platform, trying her best to softly comfort the students who were signing up.
“Thank you all for your patient waiting, the rules for this round of recruitment were set by our club president, the Dingchuan Valkyrie, Senior Sister Lu Qingxue. I’m delighted to see that none of you have left due to the extension of time, thank you for your support of the Swordsmanship Club.”
“As a reward, the assessment will be conducted by the club’s only honorary member, so that everyone can have a clearer understanding of the club’s strength.”
“Of course, outstanding individuals are generally very busy, so once again, please be patient.”
Bing Su’s lips were dry from talking, and in her heart, she had already cried out twice.
Honorary member, if you don’t come soon, your sister is really going to collapse here.
With the posture of this crowd, if you don’t come, your sister will have to step up!
What a joke, if I lose a few times, then I’ll have no face to meet anyone in the future.
Although the new students lining up were somewhat discontent, there hadn’t been much commotion, which made Bing Su quietly wipe the sweat from her forehead.
“The pressure is too great, why isn’t he here yet?”
As the goddess Rose, Li Xiaoxi, was muttering quietly to herself, Mu Fan finally arrived.
“I’m here.”
Huh?
Bing Su looked up sharply, and when she saw Mu Fan’s tall and handsome appearance, she was stunned for a moment.
Was this still the boy who was once covered in blood from eating? His handsome appearance now completely overturned her fixed impression of Mu Fan.
“You’re finally here, take this, go to the changing room over there and get changed! Then we’ll be ready to kick off our club’s recruitment.”
Tossing over a set of black Swordsman’s clothes, Mu Fan caught it and headed to a small temporary changing room in the direction pointed out by Bing Su.
So they really hadn’t started yet!
It’s a good thing I already passed the Mecha Club’s assessment, though I seem to have forgotten to ask when to report.
Never mind, we can talk about that later.
…
Over at the Mecha Club’s recruitment table, a young man dressed in a luxurious coat slowly walked up and lightly tapped the table.
Lange, who was too busy to keep up, looked down and said, “Name, student ID, major, talk about your strengths.”
“Excuse me, was a new student named Mu Fan here just now?”
Rong Cheng is like a Mad Dog, a Mad Dog that comes from the noble circle.
The humility, low profile, and profound knowledge traditionally possessed by the nobility are all absent in Rong Cheng!
Although born into one of the seven major families of Blue Capital, the Rong Family, the silver-spooned Rong Cheng received excessive pampering from his family elders since childhood.
The old Master Rong knew to discipline him in the past, but after the old master passed away when he was six, Rong Cheng grew like a wild tree, unpruned and burgeoning on this fertile ground.
Cruel, possessive, narrow-minded, and vengeful, he had all the unpleasant traits one could think of.
What was most frightening was his hot-headedness that could lead him to not recognize even his own kin, causing most nobles in the circles to unconsciously refrain from getting too close to him.
What about his usual demeanor at the academy?
He just concealed it quite well, like now, with a smile on his face, asking Lange in front of him.
“Another one here to ask about Trainee 04? He’s not here, he had to leave early for some errands.” Lange waved his hand wearily, not wanting to repeat himself again. It was too uncomfortable to say the same thing a hundred times a minute.
He actually came…
Ignoring what the other said, Rong Cheng only knew that the new student who had kicked him away had really shown up here.
No matter where you are today, I will make sure you learn what fear is.
Damn trash!
“Do you know where he went?” the gentle voice continued unhurriedly.
Lange, still not lifting his head, replied, “I don’t know, I think he went southeast.”
As Rong Cheng lifted his hand from the recruitment table and turned around, his face darkened.
When Rong Cheng turned, the more than twenty burly students silently watched him.
“Young Master Rong, found him. Just got a message from someone who followed him. The guy went to the Swordsmanship Club.”
A sneer appeared on his face, and as Rong Cheng’s eyes slowly swept over these twenty-plus people from the Fighting Club, his low voice resonated:
“Head to the Swordsmanship Club recruitment spot.”
“Yes, Young Master Rong!” came the robust, loud response from the twenty-or-so people.
Lange looked up in shock but only saw a single figure walking down a path that had been parted by the crowd.
Despite the day’s warmth, Lange felt a chill emanate from that person’s shadow that seemed to creep onto him.