The familiar high ponytail, the knee-length plaid skirt, and the 177cm tall figure made her stand out, slowing down the flow of people in that area.
"Shen Qian, why are you so slow?" Ding Yi took a step forward when he saw Shen Qian, but then stood still and waited for Shen Qian to walk past before asking in a cold and indifferent tone.
"I don't know what's going on, but there are police officers checking vehicles at many intersections in the southern area. Buses are stopping and starting frequently, much slower than usual," Shen Qian explained.
He wasn't lying about that; since he had promised Ding Yichen, he wouldn't deliberately drag things out.
"It must be because of those scavengers who sneaked in, right?" Ding Yi guessed. "I also saw police officers checking people in the central square just now."
“Scavengers have sneaked in before, so why is there such a large-scale operation this time?” Shen Qian frowned.
"I saw in the news that this time the number of scavengers crossing the border was not only extremely large, but there were also an unknown number of martial artists among them."
"Warrior?"
Shen Qian suddenly realized that it made sense.
Even the lowest-level beginner martial artist can be extremely dangerous to ordinary people, and a slight mistake can lead to serious bloodshed. Jingcheng has been peaceful for many years thanks to the presence of the Marquis of Jingcheng, so it's no wonder that the martial arts police are so nervous.
"By the way, where are we going?"
Before they knew it, the two had moved away from the central square and turned into another street. Only then did Shen Qian remember to ask.
Ding glanced at Chen Qian but didn't say anything, only quickened his pace.
Knowing her personality well, Shen Qian shrugged and didn't bother to ask any more questions. He lagged behind by half a step, glancing at Ding Yi's fair legs from time to time, which wasn't too boring.
Ding Yi stopped walking at some point. "Shen Qian, do you still remember this place?"
Shen Qian had realized a minute ago where Ding Yi was going to take him. Now, looking at the brightly lit Jingcheng National Martial Arts Hall in front of him, Shen Qian grinned.
Every story has a beginning.
Three years ago, the Jingcheng National Martial Arts Hall opened a martial arts training class for teenagers. The reason why this training class caused a sensation at the time was that Jingcheng Marquis Gao Wenyuan would also teach a class there.
Shen Qian arrived with three thousand yuan, a huge sum given to him by his parents, to pay the registration fee, only to encounter Ding Yi crying at the entrance.
She stood with her head tilted back under the streetlight where they were standing, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't make a sound.
Upon learning that Ding Yi's money had been stolen, Shen Qian, in a fit of rage, risked having his legs broken by his parents and lent Ding Yi his own registration fee.
It wasn't until later that I realized that it was the last half hour before the registration deadline.
Later, Ding Yi learned that Shen Qian only had three thousand yuan.
"Actually, you don't owe me anything about that matter."
Looking at Ding Yi's bright eyes, Shen Qian suddenly felt a pang of conscience and decided to tell the truth, "Actually, I had already tried to get in once before lending you this place, but they had a quota system, and I was rejected because my talent was too poor... so, cough cough..."
"..." Ding Yi was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I know..."
"You know?" Shen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but then gasped, his gaze shifting to the slender fingers pinching his waist.
"If I knew, would I have still borrowed money from you for three years?" Ding Yi said through gritted teeth, twirling his hand a few more times.
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