Dashing Student

Sato Kenichi didn't know why Chen Nan asked such a question but still replied coldly, "Of course!"

Chen Nan's lips held a barely noticeable smile.

As he turned, the wide sleeves of his Daoist robe drew an elegant arc in the air, and he walked towards the door with a calm stride.

Everyone exchanged confused glances, not understanding why Chen Nan suddenly left.

The next moment.

Chen Nan appeared in everyone's sight, leading a stray dog.

It was a typical Chinese rural dog, with messy, knotty yellow-brown fur, with ribs clearly visible beneath its thin coat.

It timidly poked its head out, its wet nose twitching slightly, and its amber eyes cautiously surveying the people in the room.

To everyone's astonished gaze, Chen Nan slowly squatted down."

His long fingers gently stroked the dog's neck, his actions as tender as if handling a fragile antique.

The bronze token symbolizing the supreme inheritance of the Beichen One Sword Style glimmered coldly in his hand, its chrysanthemum patterns clearly visible under the light, and was finally placed around the stray dog's neck by Chen Nan.

"Baka!" Sato Kenichi's voice suddenly raised sharply, as if someone had strangled him.

His face instantly turned red, veins bulging on his temples, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on the short sword at his waist.

Kobayashi Yuki's kimono sleeve trembled slightly, with anger hidden beneath her exquisite makeup.

The stray dog seemed to feel the discomfort of the foreign object around its neck, first trembling all over, then starting to writhe uneasily.

It frantically shook its head, front paws continually scratching at the token around its neck, making a "clatter clatter" sound.

"Woof woof!"

The dog's barking echoed in the small space of the infirmary, like a series of heavy blows hammering everyone's eardrums.

The Medical College students were initially stunned by the sudden scene.

A few seconds later, someone in the crowd first reacted and couldn't help but let out a snicker.

The laughter was like a spark, instantly igniting the entire atmosphere. The laughter gradually spread and grew louder.

Students laughed so hard they were bent over, some were clutching their stomachs, tears almost streaming down their faces.

"Damn it!" Yamamoto Yuta's eyes widened with anger, veins bulging on his forehead.

He took a large step forward, his clogs pounding heavily on the ground, making a muffled sound.

His tightly clenched fists turned white as if they were about to punch Chen Nan the next second.

Chen Nan seemed oblivious.

He stood up slowly, the hem of his Daoist robe fluttering lightly in the wind.

He looked down at the stray dog still frantically shaking its head and gently shook his head, "Look, even the dog dislikes this thing."

His voice wasn't loud yet could be heard clearly by everyone.

The token the dog had rejected glimmered coldly in the sunlight, with the chrysanthemum patterns silently mocking.

"Little Ancestor, that's enough!" Su Yue lowered her voice, not wanting Chen Nan to escalate the situation, but inwardly, she felt a sense of satisfaction at Chen Nan's actions.

After all, these little devils were particularly arrogant after stepping out of the car, disparaging Traditional Chinese Medicine every chance they got. Now Chen Nan's action to humiliate them brought a sense of pride and relief.

However, she also worried that escalating the situation too much might lead to trouble.

Chen Nan smiled, squatted down, and removed the token, "Since even the dog doesn't want this thing, let's return it to its rightful owner."

He casually tossed the token, and it drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Sato Kenichi instinctively reached out with both hands and caught the token still warm from the dog.

His fingers trembled slightly, and his breath grew rapid.

Meanwhile.

The Medical College students couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

"This is something even a dog wouldn't want!"

"Wait, if even the dog doesn't want it but he's treating it like a treasure, doesn't that mean they're worse than dogs?"

Laughter echoed in the infirmary, Sato Kenichi's face turning from red to blue, then from blue to pale.

He clutched the token tightly, his nails digging into his palm.

The chrysanthemum patterns on the token seemed to silently mock, while the stray dog had already happily run off, wagging its tail like a windmill.

Seeing the atmosphere grow tense and filled with a thick powder-keg scent, Li Ming immediately changed the topic, "Well, let's go to the next place for our tour!"

Sato Kenichi snorted heavily, gave Chen Nan a cold look as if saying today's matter wasn't over, and then stomped out furiously.

Li Ming breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lead the exchange students from Japan on the campus tour.

"Your performance just now was great, the teacher will reward you tonight!" Su Yue lowered her voice and left a sentence in Chen Nan's ear, then swayed her sexy waist and caught up with the group.

The next stop, everyone arrived at the renowned Sandboxing club of the Medical College.

As they set foot in the training ground, they instantly saw rows of sweat-soaked punching bags neatly arranged along the walls.

The walls around were plastered with various posters of Sandboxing techniques, with protective gear and training equipment placed in the corners, showcasing the unique hot-blooded atmosphere here.

On usual days, the club members tempered their physiques here.

As the group entered the Sandboxing club's grounds, the eyes of several Japanese exchange students instantly flashed with a discrete hint of disdain.

Sato Kenichi's gaze quickly locked onto a burly boy in the crowd; he squinted slightly and signaled to the boy, lowering his voice, "Today, we must crush their spirits hard!"

Having been humiliated by Chen Nan earlier, the anger in his heart burned intensely and needed an outlet.

Upon hearing this, the boy's mouth cracked into a sinister smile; he then loudly spoke in broken Chinese, "So this is your proud Sandboxing club? It doesn't look like much!"

While speaking, he cast a provocative look, like a searchlight sweeping over the Medical College students present, looking for targets to mock wantonly, his eyes full of arrogance and contempt.

Li Ming, the vice president of the Student Union and a key member of the Sandboxing club, was usually one of the top talents in the club.

At this moment, seeing the opponent's rude behavior, the anger in his heart surged up instantly, but his good upbringing made him forcibly suppress his emotions.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and squeezed out a polite smile, saying, "Sandboxing is our school's long-established traditional project. If you are interested, you can experience it firsthand."

Upon hearing this, the Japanese exchange student's cold smile deepened. Without saying a word, he directly reached out, pulled off his coat, and tossed it aside.

In an instant, his solid muscles were fully exposed, resembling hard rock blocks under the lights, highlighting his strength.

He then cracked his wrist joints, the sound of "click click" emanating, and said contemptuously, "Experience? Hmph, why don't we have a direct match then!"

"I want to see how strong your so-called powerful Sandboxing really is."

"Just don't know if anyone among you dares to accept my challenge?"