Chapter 287

"Your brother called? This kid really worries me, my heart is pounding from fright!"

Feng Qinru's voice faintly came through the phone.

Lu Jing smiled. "The later matches will be more brutal; I might get injured too. Better not let our parents see, I'm afraid they'll worry."

Lu Leyi pursed her lips. "Can they even hear me? Even without TV, you can watch on your phone."

Lu Jing's eyes flickered. This world is undoubtedly more open, possibly because martial prowess is supreme, so various violent and bloody scenes can pass censorship.

Even if you legally and compliantly tear someone in half on the stage, the livestream won't be cut off.

It never considers whether children watching will learn bad habits.

"Fine, I'll try to make my later matches more refined..."

After hanging up, Lu Jing continued scrolling through the dense unread messages.

Basically, I replied to all I could.

Opening Moments, the first thing that came into view was Lu Jing's own picture.

He was holding a stack of cards, performing magic for a little girl.

Lu Jing blinked, recalling the bus he took to Wuye Mountain where he met those two girls.

This Moments post was from Li Xixi; that girl had once pursued him.

Since they last parted, they haven't really kept in touch.

Lu Jing sighed, ignored this Moments post, and scrolled upward.

Since it's decided, don't give others false hope.

He doesn't like keeping others hanging.

Continuing to scroll down, Lu Jing saw Zhu Xingyao's picture again.

The girl who, at the training camp, stood beside Dong Ningxue, with a youthful face and huge bust.

In the picture, Zhu Xingyao lounged contentedly on the sofa, her hoodie worn inside out, the hat full of popcorn.

The caption read: "Snacking while watching the Martial Way tournament is awesome; let me share a secret—Lu Jing is my disciple, I trained him!"

At the bottom of this Moments, Dong Ningxue liked it and commented: "Obviously I taught him, what's it to you?"

The two bickered in Moments, exchanging remarks, posting nearly a dozen messages.

Lu Jing found it somewhat amusing and kept scrolling.

Suddenly, another picture of Lu Jing appeared before his eyes.

This was a Moments post by a high school classmate of Lu Jing, featuring a photo of him from high school; no idea where they got it.

Lu Jing suddenly remembered he had joined his high school class's QQ group, so he opened QQ.

He saw many people in the group discussing him, with some cheering him on.

Lu Jing casually posted a thank you.

Instantly, the group exploded.

"Wow, Lu Jing is here!"

"Old classmate, keep it up—we believe in you!"

"Go, bring glory to Anwu City No. 2 High!"

In just a few seconds, the group's messages flooded the screen, popping up one after another.

Lu Jing hurriedly quit the group, turned off his phone; everyone's enthusiasm left him unsure how to respond.

It was already late night; darkness deepened over the Jinghuawudaochang, the distant mountain-top lights blurred by the night curtain, everything growing hazy.

Lu Jing stretched, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn, before the sun rose, outside came a clamor of noise.

After a quick wash, Lu Jing went out, intending to seize the chance to climb the summit and watch the sunrise.

The outside air was filled with early winter chill; a layer of gray ice crystals lay on the ground, and early-rising skylarks sang loudly in the woods.

Many shared his idea; the path up the mountain was very crowded.

As the red sun rose slowly from the myriad mountains, neon-colored dawn clouds drove away the mist like gauze or smoke between the ridges.

Lu Jing couldn't help but draw a long breath and let out a long whistle toward the distance.

At the end of the white light, a fiery wheel appeared; grasses, trees, mountains, and rivers gleamed gold.

Once the sun was high, Lu Jing left the summit and headed straight for the cafeteria.

When he reached the cafeteria entrance, he saw many people gathered there, as if an argument had broken out inside.

He quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd.

He saw several individuals from the Shogunate Martial University facing off against a youth wearing martial hall attire.

"What did you just say? Lu Jing will definitely win the championship—are you not taking our Taiwu Martial Hall seriously?!"

The youth had the four big characters "Taiwu Martial Hall" embroidered on his back, his face full of arrogance and domineering attitude.

He glanced at the crowd, his tone unfriendly: "You know Wu Tianlei of our Taiwu Martial Hall, right? He's the true title contender; as for Lu Jing, just go wherever it's cool."

"You!!"

"Speak with some respect!"

"Exactly, what does it matter to you if we're just chatting?"

The few from Shogunate Martial University had grim faces, each speaking up.

They had just been eating together, discussing today's match, when Zhugeqing confidently said Lu Jing would surely win, speaking a bit louder, not expecting the nearby Taiwu Martial Hall members to overhear.

"You little brats who aren't even weaned, dare to say this to me?!"

The martial hall youth looked about thirty, his whole body brimming with Blood Qi, his strength unfathomable.

Among the onlookers nearby, someone recognized him.

Isn't this Chang Xiangyang from Taiwu Martial Hall?

It seems to be him; Taiwu Martial Hall has two competition spots, namely Wu Tianlei and Chang Xiangyang!

Now there's a good show to watch...

Everyone chatted back and forth, the scene was very lively.

Lu Jing frowned slightly and walked toward where the few people were.

Quick, look, Lu Jing has come to the cafeteria!

Someone shouted, and everyone's gaze turned over.

The few people from Bakufu Martial University instantly gained confidence, stood up, and looked at him with excited faces.

Lu Jing, you've come, someone is looking for trouble!

Lu Jing nodded slightly, his gaze landing on Chang Xiangyang.

Chang Xiangyang turned his head to look at Lu Jing, his face showing a disdainful smile: "You're Lu Jing? You don't look like much, you look like a pretty boy, haha!"

However, the next second, Lu Jing's figure instantly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Chang Xiangyang.

Chang Xiangyang was startled by Lu Jing's speed; if Lu Jing had just made a move, he would have had no chance to react.

What do you want to do?

Chang Xiangyang, meeting Lu Jing's icy gaze, involuntarily stepped back and questioned him in a show of bravado.

Lu Jing didn't answer, merely slowly extending his right hand.

On his jade-like white arm, a layer of faint golden light rose.

When dealing with this kind of person, if he can strike, he definitely won't say another word!

Chang Xiangyang's eyelids twitched as he watched Lu Jing's right hand draw nearer, a strong sense of danger surging in his chest.

He instinctively threw a punch, hoping to knock that hand aside.