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Although Daxia Martial Arts University lost the match, as the organizers, they still demonstrated a high level of courtesy and sportsmanship.
At noon, they prepared a sumptuous buffet and invited all participating teams to the special canteen to enjoy the food.
This gesture not only reflects the organizer's hospitality but also aims to promote exchange and cooperation among martial arts schools.
The purpose of this competition is not only to compete, but more importantly, to provide a platform for teachers and students from different martial arts schools to get to know each other and exchange experiences.
On the field, we are competitors; but off the field, we are like-minded friends, and may even become comrades-in-arms in the future.
Therefore, Chen Feng created the Wuxin Group, bringing all 320 contestants into it to facilitate communication and interaction anytime, anywhere.
The atmosphere in the group was exceptionally lively, with students sharing their thoughts and feelings about the competition.
Some students shared their experiences and lessons learned in the competition, while others praised and affirmed the performance of other schools.
Through this group, everyone not only deepened their understanding of each other, but also built strong friendships.
Just then, Chen Feng's phone rang abruptly. He picked it up and saw that the caller ID showed it was his class monitor, Zhao Xue.
A thought suddenly struck him, because Zhao Xue was studying at the Great Xia Martial Arts University, and it was very likely that she had come after watching his match.
So he answered the phone with a smile: "Hey, class monitor, I'm having lunch in the teachers' cafeteria at your school right now. Where are you? I've come to your school, why don't you come and show me around?"
Zhao Xue's voice, tinged with laughter, came from the other end of the phone: "I'm right outside the teachers' cafeteria where you eat! How dare you talk back to me like that?"
You've been at our school for several days now, and you haven't even told me. Don't you consider me a friend at all?
If it weren't for today's final, and the school organizing all of us freshmen to come and watch, I wouldn't have known you were so amazing!
Honestly, I still find it hard to believe that my classmate actually became the national champion!
Hearing Zhao Xue's words, Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, then wait a moment, I'll finish eating soon, say goodbye to my friends and then come find you."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, a smile playing on his lips.
He then finished his meal in a flash, stood up, gave the group of people next to him a slightly apologetic smile, and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, my high school class monitor is also studying here. We made an appointment to meet up, so I won't be able to keep you company any longer."
"Hey, what's your class monitor's name? Let me see if I know him?" Zhang Yunxia quickly came over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Her name is Zhao Xue,” Chen Feng said calmly and firmly.
"Oh, it's Zhao Xue. She's a team leader in our club, and she's quite talented. Alright, you two go on your date. I'll keep an eye on Zhao Xue for you from now on." Zhang Yunxia waved her hand casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Hey, don't overthink it, we're just ordinary classmates." Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, his gaze clear and frank, without the slightest ambiguity.
"It seems that Zhao Xue is interested in Chen Feng, but Chen Feng is indifferent," Zhou Yijian said softly with a faint smile on his lips.
"Maybe they really are just ordinary classmates? But as long as they're Chen Feng's friends, they're bound to prosper in the future. Liu Xiaofeng, why don't you try pursuing Zhao Xue? If you succeed, wouldn't your relationship with Chen Feng become even closer?"
A playful expression appeared on Li Jiuzhong's face, and his words were tinged with teasing.
"Alright, all of you should learn from Chen Feng. Stop thinking about women all day and focus on your cultivation, okay?" Zhang Yunxia suddenly raised her voice, which boomed like thunder in the air, startling the boys.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, with everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Yunxia. However, Chen Feng seemed unaffected; he gently patted Zhang Yunxia's shoulder, signaling her not to get agitated.
He then turned and left, leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.
After Chen Feng came out, he saw Zhao Xue waiting for him at the school gate.
Chen Feng was somewhat surprised by Zhao Xue's changes after not seeing her for half a year. The aura emanating from her was much stronger than before, as if there was an invisible pressure.
Chen Feng carefully sensed her surroundings and discovered that Zhao Xue was now a peak eighth-grade martial artist, currently in the stage of tempering her qi and blood. This meant that she was only one step away from becoming a seventh-grade martial artist.
"Class monitor, that's impressive! You're almost at the seventh grade! At this rate of progress, you're on par with some of the top thirty freshmen nationwide," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Don't praise me like that. Compared to you, the top student in the country, my progress is nothing. If it weren't for the Qi and Blood Soup you made for me before the college entrance exam, my progress probably wouldn't have been so great," Zhao Xue replied modestly, shaking her head.
The two then strolled around the campus of Daxia Martial Arts University, chatting casually. Zhao Xue enthusiastically introduced Chen Feng to the various facilities on campus, including the training grounds, library, and dormitory area.
Meanwhile, she listened as Chen Feng recounted some information about Tianlang Pass. Chen Feng vividly described the battles and life there, filling Zhao Xue with curiosity and longing for that distant frontier.
"I never imagined that your school's freshmen would have to participate in a battle against the werewolves, and that so many of them would die in the trials. Compared to them, we are like flowers in a greenhouse."
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