pjbooks Chapter 101: The counselor begs me to be the student council president! The vice president picks a f
Chapter 101: The counselor begs me to be the student council president! The vice president picks a f
Room 506 in the boys' dormitory became the liveliest place on campus.
The door was knocked loudly, and wave after wave of students crowded at the entrance, craning their necks to look inside.
Like looking at giant pandas in a zoo, their eyes are all frighteningly bright.
Ma Xiaodong slumped in his chair, his phone practically smoking from scrolling, grinning from ear to ear.
He shoved his phone screen into Shi Lei's face, spitting everywhere:
"Holy crap! Look at the forums! This guy's completely dominated the leaderboards!"
"Eight out of the top ten trending posts are about the big brother! The remaining two are requests for his WeChat!"
Shi Lei leaned over to take a look and saw that the screen was full of pinned posts that were highlighted in red.
"Investiture of the Gods! Lu Jingchen storms the Red Sun Dojo alone, knocks out a Black Belt with a slap, and instantly kills a Golden Core Grandmaster with a flick of his finger!"
Anyone who says traditional martial arts are just for show will have to answer to me! Lu Jingchen is a living god!
I'm begging Lu Jingchen to open a martial arts class! I'll pay any tuition fee!
Li Mo also came over, looking at the junior students flooding the comments section with envy:
"My goodness! Now almost every girl in the school considers him their idol!"
"Just now, an art student asked me to deliver milk tea to my older brother!"
"Some people have even started betting on the forum how many people will confess their love to the big brother!"
Lu Jingchen leaned against the headboard, casually flipping through a book.
He ignored the noise around him, as if they weren't talking about him.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, remaining incredibly calm.
Lu Jingchen said without looking up:
"It's such a small thing, why are you making such a fuss?"
"So what if he beat up a fake grandmaster? What's there to brag about?"
Ma Xiaodong exploded on the spot, almost jumping out of his chair:
"Brother! What kind of talk is that!"
"That's a peak Golden Core stage cultivator! There are only a handful of them in the entire Jiangnan region!"
"You took him down in a snap of your fingers. If that's not a big deal, then what is?"
Just then, Lu Jingchen's phone rang.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was his counselor, Su Wan, calling.
Lu Jingchen answered the phone and casually replied:
"Hello, Teacher Su."
Su Wan's gentle yet slightly excited voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Lu Jingchen, are you in your dorm right now?"
"Come to my office, I'd like to talk to you about something."
Lu Jingchen raised an eyebrow and replied:
"Okay, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, he threw the book on the bed, got up, and prepared to leave.
Ma Xiaodong immediately came over, looking quite gossipy:
"Hey bro! What does Teacher Su want with you? Is she going to give you a scholarship?"
"Should we still award you the 'Three Good Student' title?"
Lu Jingchen rolled his eyes at him and said:
"How would I know? I'll find out when I get there."
"Stop making a fuss here, go do what you're supposed to do."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked towards the counselor's office.
Along the way, students passing by would turn their heads and point at him.
Their eyes were full of admiration and excitement, and many girls were secretly taking pictures while blushing.
Lu Jingchen was used to this and walked forward without looking to the side, remaining very calm.
They arrived at the counselor's office quickly, and Lu Jingchen knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Pushing open the door and walking in, Su Wan was sitting behind her desk.
Upon seeing Lu Jingchen enter, she immediately stood up, her face beaming with smiles.
She was overly enthusiastic, completely unlike the serious counselor she usually was.
Su Wan said with a smile:
"Lu Jingchen, please sit down, please sit down."
"Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?"
Lu Jingchen waved his hand and sat down on the sofa:
"No need, Teacher Su. Just tell me what you need me for."
Su Wan sat down as well, cleared her throat, and said with a serious expression:
"That's right, Lu Jingchen."
"The school leaders know about what happened at the Red Sun Dojo yesterday."
Everyone speaks highly of you, saying you've brought honor to our school.
Lu Jingchen smiled faintly, remained silent, and waited for her to continue.
Su Wan continued:
"So, after discussion, the school leaders want you to serve as the president of our college's student union."
"With your strong influence at school, your classmates will definitely support you."
"Moreover, being the student union president will greatly benefit your future graduate school application and job search."
After listening, Lu Jingchen shook his head without even thinking:
"No, Ms. Su, I'm not interested in being the student council president."
"I don't have time to deal with all that messy stuff, let's just forget about it."
Su Wan was stunned on the spot, clearly not expecting him to refuse so decisively.
She quickly advised:
"Lu Jingchen, please reconsider."
"This is an opportunity that so many people would kill for!"
"Being the chairman not only allows you to hone your skills, but also grants you many privileges."
Lu Jingchen shook his head again, his attitude resolute:
"Really, there's no need, Teacher Su. I'm lazy and can't manage people."
"You should find someone else. I will definitely cooperate fully with the student council's work."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Su Wan sighed helplessly.
Just as I was about to say something more, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
A young man in a suit with slicked-back hair walked in, looking arrogant.
It was Zhang Hao, the vice president of the student union.
When Zhang Hao saw Lu Jingchen, his brows furrowed instantly, and a hint of disdain appeared on his face.
He nodded at Su Wan, then said in a sarcastic tone:
"Professor Su, I've come to get your approval for the materials for establishing the club."
"But I heard that someone wants to establish some kind of martial arts association?"
Su Wan nodded and said:
"Yes, it's Lu Jingchen who wants to establish a martial arts association."
"I think it's great; it can promote traditional culture."
Zhang Hao laughed on the spot, crossed his arms, and looked Lu Jingchen up and down.
His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at a clown.
Zhang Hao said:
"The Martial Arts Association? Did I hear that right?"
"The school already has a martial arts club, and according to regulations, there can only be one club per category."
"Therefore, I cannot approve this application."
Lu Jingchen glanced at him and said calmly:
"Why can't it be approved?"
"The former martial arts club couldn't even beat the taekwondo club, how dare they still exist?"
"Why not just disband it and merge it into my association?"
Zhang Hao's face instantly darkened, and he angrily pointed at Lu Jingchen:
"What did you say? You dare say the martial arts club is useless?"
"The martial arts club is a long-established club at the school. Who gives you the right to point fingers?"
Lu Jingchen chuckled and said:
"So what if it's a well-established brand? It's still just a bad brand."
"If you can't even protect yourself, how can you teach others martial arts?"
"Don't mislead the younger generation."
Zhang Hao was trembling with anger, pointing his finger at Lu Jingchen's nose:
"Don't get too cocky, kid!"
"So what if you beat a few Taekwondo practitioners? What's so great about that!"
"Fine, fight me! If you win, I'll agree to let you form an association!"
"If you lose, you'd better get lost and never mention the martial arts association again!"
Su Wan quickly stood up to smooth things over:
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."
"Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."
Lu Jingchen stood up and dusted off his clothes.
Looking at Zhang Hao, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"Fine, I'll play along to the end."
"But don't say I'm bullying you, I'll give you three moves."
Zhang Hao's face turned red with anger, and he roared:
"Arrogant! You're asking for death!"
As they spoke, the two walked into the corridor outside the office.
Teachers and students in the surrounding offices gathered around when they heard the commotion.
Instantly, a large crowd gathered, craning their necks to watch the spectacle.
Zhang Hao flexed his wrists and assumed a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) stance.
He is the president of the school's Sanda club. He has been practicing Sanda for several years and is quite well-known in the school.
Seeing Lu Jingchen with his hands in his pockets, not even bothering to strike a pose, she was even more furious.
Zhang Hao roared:
"Take this!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his feet and rushed forward.
A sharp straight punch slammed into Lu Jingchen's face.
The punch carried a whooshing sound, and looked very powerful.
The people around gasped in surprise, thinking that Lu Jingchen was about to be hit.
As a result, Lu Jingchen simply shifted his body slightly and easily dodged the punch.
The movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.
Zhang Hao missed his punch, lost his balance, and almost fell.
He quickly steadied himself and threw another punch at Lu Jingchen's temple.
Lu Jingchen dodged to the side again, still keeping his hands in his pockets, not even taking them out.
Zhang Hao threw three punches, all of which were easily dodged by Lu Jingchen.
He didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, which made him so angry that his eyes turned red.
Lu Jingchen looked at him, panting heavily, and chuckled:
"Three moves have passed, it's my turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen finally reached out his hand.
The seemingly light slap was so fast that it left only a blur.
A crisp "snap" echoed throughout the corridor.
Zhang Hao didn't even have a chance to react before he took the solid slap.
He was spun around in place by the slap and crashed heavily to the ground.
Half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Everyone around was stunned, speechless.
No one expected that the president of the Sanda Club would be slapped down by Lu Jingchen with a single slap.
Zhang Hao covered his face and got up from the ground.
Her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness as she stared intently at Lu Jingchen.
Zhang Hao said through gritted teeth:
"You dare hit me? You're dead meat!"
"Let me tell you, my brother is Zhang Feng, a director of the provincial martial arts association!"
"He's the runner-up in the national Sanda competition! I'll call him over right now!"
"You just wait, I'll have my brother deal with you tomorrow!"
Lu Jingchen smiled disdainfully and said:
"Sure, go ahead and call me whatever you want."
"Don't even mention that your brother is from the provincial martial arts association, even if he were from the national martial arts team."
"I'll accept it anyway, it doesn't matter how many people there are."
Zhang Hao glared fiercely at Lu Jingchen, covering his swollen face.
He slunk out of the crowd and ran away.
As he left, he didn't forget to make a threat, saying that he would definitely teach Lu Jingchen a lesson tomorrow.
Su Wan watched Zhang Hao's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.
She turned to look at Lu Jingchen, and said with some concern:
"Lu Jingchen, are you alright?"
"Zhang Hao's brother is indeed quite capable; he's very famous in the province."
"How about... we postpone this martial arts association for now?"
Lu Jingchen waved his hand and said:
"It's alright, Teacher Su, you don't need to worry."
"This is a good opportunity to let more people know what true traditional martial arts are."
"I'll leave the approval process to you."
Su Wan nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll take care of the approval for you."
"But you should also be careful, so you don't get taken advantage of."
Lu Jingchen responded, greeted Su Wan, and then turned and left.
As soon as he reached the bottom of the teaching building, he saw Su Muyue standing under the shade of a tree waiting for him.
Holding a bottle of iced cola in her hand, she immediately greeted Lu Jingchen with a smile when he came down.
Su Muyue handed the cola to Lu Jingchen, saying with some concern:
"I've heard about it. Zhang Hao got into a fight with you?"
"Are you alright?"
Lu Jingchen took the cola, unscrewed it, and took a sip.
He smiled and ruffled her hair, saying:
"What could possibly happen to me? With his limited skills, he couldn't possibly hurt me."
Su Muyue was still a little worried, and frowned as she said:
"But he said he was going to call his brother."
"His brother is a director of the provincial martial arts association; I've heard he's very skilled."
"Maybe we should be careful."
Lu Jingchen couldn't help but smile when he saw her worried expression.
He reached out and pinched her cheek, saying:
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."
"Don't say his brother is just a provincial team player, even if he were a national team player."
"I can still beat him until he's completely convinced."
"Perfect timing, let's show them what real martial arts are tomorrow."
Seeing his confident demeanor, Su Muyue's worries instantly lessened considerably.
She nodded and said with a smile:
"Yes, I believe you."
No matter what, I'll be with you.
Lu Jingchen took her hand and walked towards the cafeteria.
Sunlight shone on the two of them, their shadows pressed close together.
No one knew that Jiangzhou University would face an even bigger storm tomorrow.
Zhang Hao slunk out of the school, took out his phone, and dialed his brother Zhang Feng's number.
As soon as the call connected, he shouted in a tearful voice:
"Brother! Come back quickly! I've been beaten up!"
"Someone bullied me at school and even said that everyone in our provincial martial arts association is useless!"
Zhang Feng, on the other end of the phone, was instantly enraged upon hearing this.
He slammed his fist on the table and roared:
"What? Who dares to hit my brother?"
"You wait, I'll bring men over tomorrow!"
"I'd like to see who has the audacity to disregard me, Zhang Feng!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao revealed a venomous smile.
He looked in the direction of Jiangzhou University and said through gritted teeth:
"Lu Jingchen, you just wait!"
"My brother's coming tomorrow, see how I deal with you then!"
"I'll make you kneel on the ground and kowtow to me to apologize!"
A new conflict has quietly begun.
Lu Jingchen, however, remained unconcerned and continued eating calmly with Su Muyue.
It's as if the person coming tomorrow isn't some provincial martial arts association director, but just an insignificant ant.
He knew in his heart that this was just the beginning.
To truly promote traditional martial arts, one must step over these so-called "masters" and climb up step by step.
Let everyone know that traditional martial arts are not just for show, but real killing techniques.