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Chapter 25: He is called Li Wei_1 Chapter 25: He is called Li Wei_1 “It’s easy, just learn a few moves from the masters outside the school. As long as you’re willing to pay, you’ll see results quickly.” Milo said.

“Red Tower Street?”

“Yes.”

“Are you familiar with that place? I’ve never been to Red Tower Street.”

“If you treat me to a meal, I will be.”

“You little rascal.” Phil chuckled and punched Milo lightly.

“Stop talking and pay attention!” The teacher on the platform was still writing on the blackboard, without turning back, he said.

“Ahem, ahem.” Both raised their heads and pretended to listen to the class.

Phil made an OK gesture behind his textbook.

Milo on the left gave a thumbs up in return.

Ding dong ding dong, the school bell echoed throughout the campus.

In a moment, students wearing all kinds of clothes poured out from the teaching building. Snowflake Middle School has its own school uniforms, and the designs are quite nice. But the school does not forcefully stipulate that uniforms must be worn on campus, so everyone is very casual about it.

“Phil, do you want to go for BBQ? Oh, Milo, you’re here too? Let’s go for BBQ together, there are seven or eight of us.”

Not far away, a redhead boy carrying a black backpack waved. Beside him were some other classmates, three boys and four girls. One of the beautiful girls named Yuffie was considered the most attractive in class.

She was wearing a lake-blue dress, which highlighted her slender waist. Her face and the exposed skin on her arms were creamy white and delicate. Her long black hair tied into a braid hung on one side, and she looked pure and elegant.

A gentle breeze blew, and she occasionally tucked her hair behind her ear.

Yuffie indeed attracted boys of this age, and nearby boys occasionally cast discreet glances at her.

“What do you think? Are you coming or not?” The redhead boy waved his hand.

“Let’s pass on it, Milo and I have something else to do. We’ll plan again next time, okay?” Phil gave Milo a nudge and started to walk away.

After walking past Shade Avenue and around the circular flower garden, the two finally left the school gate. At this point, Milo could not help but speak up.

“Phil, why didn’t we agree to go for the BBQ with them? We rarely get to see Yuffie hang out with us.” Milo ran his fingers through his hair and glanced back at the avenue.

In the distance was a small group of seven or eight people, laughing and joking.

“Yuffie? She’s not our senior Tifa, what’s so special about her?” Phil shifted his black shoulder bag from his left side to his right.

“But Yuffie is much prettier than Tifa….”

“Yes, but I never said that I like Tifa because of her looks…” Phil took a step forward with his shoulder bag: “Ah, anyway, it’s no use explaining to you, let’s go.”

The two first had dinner nearby, then headed towards Red Tower Street. Both Phil and Milo were first-year students at Snowflake Middle School, age 16. One joined the school’s combat club and the other joined the school’s fencing club.

Milo’s family is neither rich nor poor. Phil’s family runs a company and has businesses in several cities around. So usually, when they go out to eat, Phil pays with his allowance, and wherever they go to play, Phil pays the fees.

“We’re finally here.”

Phil finished his cold drink in one gulp and tossed it into the trash can.

He glanced at the scene ahead.

The red and yellow afternoon sunlight bathed the stone road, and looking at an angle, there was a hint of reflection in his eyes. The grass by the roadside was tinged with a layer of golden-red, and a few people were hanging lanterns on the trees, as if some kind of celebration was happening there.

Phil and Milo walked towards the depths of Red Tower Street along the sidewalk, with few pedestrians walking back and forth. After passing through an archway, the buildings ahead began to increase, occasionally one could see signs of XX Martial Arts Halls or XX Dojos.

Finally, at a corner, Milo stopped.

Phil lifted his head to look at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall. On the adjacent wall, two promotional posters were displayed, one with the exaggeratedly artistic word “Combat!” in bold, black text. Beside it was a simplistic, oversized fist, surrounded by what seemed like an explosive effect.

Below were several recruitment notices including fee details.

“What makes this martial arts hall different from others?” Phil couldn’t help asking.

“Heh Heh, I only learnt about it a couple of days ago myself. This Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall hired an impressive coach ten days ago, a real experienced one. Moreover, he offers the services you mentioned: teaching you effective combat techniques in a short period. Although it costs money, it’s said to be quite beneficial,” Milo took a sip of the drink in his hand and continued.

“Yesterday, Xena from the swordsmanship club and I came here, and we saw him defeat Coach Corsia in just three rounds of sparring.”

“Coach Corsia!” Phil was slightly surprised. Corsia was one of the three combat coaches officially hired by Snowflake Middle School and was undoubtedly experienced. He was also prone to practising real combat techniques with other coaches in nearby martial arts halls during his spare time. Corsia’s match record was impressive, with few losses and many draws.

It was surprising that he had been bested here yesterday.

“Come, let’s go in and see,” Milo led Phil to enter directly through the main door. A receptionist quietly sat inside the hall.

He was holding a grey copy of the Baichuan City Evening News.

“Hello, are you here to learn martial arts or to find a coach?”

He moved the paper aside revealing a wrinkled old face with balding hair. The sides of his hair extravagantly flared out, resembling a pair of grey bat’s wings.

“Oh, we’ll look around first,” Milo replied.

The two left the hall and followed the cobblestone path leading further inwards.

Up ahead was a public exercise area followed by a paid gym facility. Men and women in compression workout gear were very active in the public area, perspiring heavily, either punching sandbags, squatting or exercising using equipment.

No matter the gender, everyone seemed to be in good shape, their muscle lines quite defined. Most of them had a white towel hanging around their necks.

The atmosphere here was better than the combat club at school.

Continuing ahead, the two arrived next to a sports field surrounded by a crowd, whispering and pointing towards the field.

“Coach Corsia,” Milo quickly recognised him.

Phil also lifted his gaze in surprise.

On the sports field, two figures stood on opposite ends. The short-haired, sturdy man on the left was Coach Corsia from the combat club, and the tall, black-haired young man in light brown combat suit on the right.

At the moment, the air between the two combatants was tense, continually shifting in small steps as they adjusted their positions. Coach Corsia was cautious as he took a deep breath, his leg muscles tense.

Coach Corsia made his move!

A fierce straight fist was thrown!

One round! Two rounds! Three rounds!

Coach Corsia was defeated!

“Impressive! Have you undergone professional combat training?” Corsia asked through gritted teeth, clutching his shoulder and wincing in pain, his face twitching.

“You could say that,” the black-haired young man raised his hands in a fist salute.

“Ah, that explains it,” Corsia also returned the salute and sighed.

“So impressive! Milo, is this the coach? What’s his name?” A thrilled Phil tapped his friend’s shoulder.

“Li Wei, his name is Li Wei.”