"Beautiful lady, over here!" Indeed, it was the man in the floral shirt raising his hand.
The moment the man spoke, a few girls who had come together immediately started whispering among themselves, making the training room noisier than before.
Finally, the last name was called—
"Leng Xiangru."
"Here." The man raised his hand seriously, quite cooperatively.
The noisy voices suddenly dropped a bit as everyone discreetly looked toward the corner.
Even without seeing Leng Sichen's face, his presence in the beginners' class was starkly conspicuous.
After calling the roll, Xia Yuxun looked up and smiled. "Since today is your first class, everyone can relax a bit. I'll start by explaining some knowledge about taekwondo, and then teach everyone how to properly tie a belt..."
Xia Yuxun hadn't finished speaking when Gong Xianlang, wearing the floral shirt, jeeringly interrupted, "Tie a belt? Lady, are you joking? Are you sure this is a martial arts school and not a dry cleaner?"
