There were quite a few people in the Judo Hall. Besides the two big guys currently locked in a fierce grapple, not far away there was also a female member with a student-like temperament and another with a corporate-executive temperament.
Anyone who comes to practice judo, at their core, more or less carries the genes of a bloodthirsty spectator. But right now, the male-on-male showdown that had been the focus of everyone's attention was already over, and the two female spectators' gazes couldn't help but shift to Nan Zhubin.
Meanwhile, Nan Zhubin was mulling over what Chonghui had just said.
How should he get through the new semester?
Nan Zhubin really had thought about this question carefully, and he did have some concerns.
After thinking for a moment, Nan Zhubin shifted his gaze away from the two sweat-drenched burly men in front of him and turned instead to Chonghui, this muscle-bound PhD student.
