I Will Grind My Way To Godhood

“His martial arts skills are top-notch, and everyone at the school is afraid of him. Now, hardly any men dare approach Wanwan.”

Zhao Lu recounted the misdeeds of the martial arts club president. After Xue Jing finished listening, he shook his head and sighed, “This guy really lacks vision.”

Xue Wan raised her eyebrows, reached out to pinch his waist, and threatened, “What did you just say?”

Xue Jing shrugged, “Nothing at all.”

As the group chatted, they walked into the martial arts club venue. A male college student, wearing a training uniform, instantly brightened up upon seeing them and approached with a smile, “Hey, Goddess Xue is here, welcome!”

Xue Jing glanced at his sister, uttering an “Uh” in surprise, “Goddess?”

Hearing such a title from her brother, Xue Wan felt slightly embarrassed, her face tinged with red. But she quickly regained her composure and said with confidence, “What’s wrong with that?”

The short-haired girl, Wei Juan, chuckled, “Wanwan is famous at Feng Da, right? The ‘Most Beautiful Campus Flower of the Decade’?”

Teasingly, she turned to Xue Wan.

Xue Wan: “……”

Xue Jing cast a glance at Xue Wan, smiling slightly as he remarked, “They seem to greatly misunderstand you, Goddess.”

Xue Wan shot him a glare. "Can't you just say less?"

She then cleared her throat and addressed the male college student, "My brother is here visiting Feng City. He's had some martial arts training, so I thought I'd bring him to tour Feng University's martial club. You wouldn’t mind, right?"

The male student responded exuberantly, "Of course not, you're very welcome! As the goddess' brother, if you wanted to be the president, Brother Feng would definitely step down for you."

Xue Wan merely smiled lightly and asked, "No need to step down... where is your president?"

The male student pointed towards a tall man not far away in the hall. "He's over there instructing the new members. Brother Feng is so serious that he might seem a bit unromantic. It's rare for the goddess Xue to visit our martial club, yet he doesn't even come over to greet you..."

The man, dressed in training attire, was carefully correcting a member's posture. Although he seemed focused, his gaze would occasionally sneak glances towards Xue Wan.

Zhao Lu seemed mildly amused and shook her head, saying, "Putting on a show..."

"Let's go over." Xue Wan said.

"Yes, put your foot on your hand, your hand on your hand, and your butt on your head…" Brother Feng mumbled to himself as he kept an eye on Xue Wan's situation. "Huh? Brother Feng, I don't quite understand, could you repeat that?"

The student he was instructing looked completely confused.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brother Feng saw Xue Wan and her group approaching. Suppressing his excitement, he turned to a junior with a serious face and said, "If you don't understand, it's because you haven't been working hard enough. Haven't you been paying attention in Mr. Zhang's classes?"

"What?" the junior asked, taken aback.

By this time, Xue Wan was already close.

Today, she was dressed in a sweet style, with a white lace blouse and semi-transparent long sleeves, paired with a black pleated mini-skirt that covered half her thighs. On her feet were white sneakers, showcasing her long, sculpted legs, both sexy and cute.

Her waist-length wavy black hair cascaded like a silky waterfall, and despite no visible makeup, her flawless face bore a subtle, teasing smile. Just being near Brother Feng instantly stirred his emotions.

Although there was still some distance between them, Brother Feng felt as if he could already smell her enticing fragrance, his eyes betraying a mesmerized gaze.

"Chen, guiding the juniors, I see?" Xue Wan asked with a light chuckle.

Chen Feng cleared his throat, trying to present a composed front as he waved off the junior, saying, "You go practice on your own now."

The junior stared blankly at Xue Wan.

Chen Feng frowned, suppressing a rising irritation, and gave the junior a gentle tap on the back of his head. "Get going!"

The junior snapped back to reality, quickly replying, "Yes," before scuttling off to the side.

"Wanwan, do you need something from me?" Brother Feng asked, feigning gentleness, his voice deliberately low and accompanied by exaggerated intonations.

Standing behind Xue Wan, Zhao Lu couldn't handle the theatrics and immediately covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Brother Feng, I've told you before not to call me 'Wanwan,'" Xue Wan said, frowning slightly.

Brother Feng replied tenderly, "If you don't like it, I won't say it. Don't be upset."

Xue Wan clicked her tongue, rubbing her left hand against the goosebumps on her right arm, and said, "...Never mind. Let me introduce you. This is my brother, Xue Jing."

Brother Feng glanced at Xue Jing, speaking warmly, "Oh? So you're Wanwan's brother. I'm Brother Feng. You can call me Feng-ge..."

Xue Jing: "..."

Xue Wan looked at him with amusement in her eyes and said, "Brother Feng, my brother has recently started practicing martial arts. He seems to have some talent and has picked up a few things, but he's becoming increasingly arrogant and self-centered... I want him to understand that there are always people better than him."

"Brother Feng, could you do me a favor and teach him a lesson?"

Brother Feng was taken aback, "This..."

Xue Wan sighed, "The person I'm most worried about in my life is my brother. But now that he's grown up, I can't control him anymore. So I've decided that I must find him a boyfriend who can keep him in check."

Brother Feng stood up straight, crossing his arms with a solemn expression. "Wan Wan, you don't need to say more. I understand your intentions. This matter, I will not shirk my responsibility."

Xue Wan's lips twitched slightly. "...It's good that you understand, but relatively speaking, I will never consider someone who can't even manage to beat my brother. I hope you're clear on this point."

Xue Jing, cooperating perfectly, put on a haughty expression, nostrils flaring, and said disdainfully, "Sis, what's there to talk about? Hurry up and start. Your school's martial arts club looks like it doesn't have anyone worthwhile."

Brother Feng shook his head, chuckling softly. "Xue, my young friend, you must just be new to martial arts. Otherwise, you'd have heard of my name, the champion of last year's Southern College League—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his vision suddenly blurred.

"Bang—"

A slender hand, moving at a speed beyond his comprehension, grasped his throat, lifted him up entirely, and slammed him to the ground.

The rubber flooring left a human-shaped indentation from the impact.

The entire martial arts club venue fell silent due to the sudden occurrence.

Brother Feng lay on the ground, still dazed, when a foot stepped firmly onto his chest.

A voice full of cool and arrogant disdain rang in his ears.

"Huh? What champion are you?"

Xue Jing spoke with a tone full of disdain.

"Have you met the conditions? Activating skill: Acting."

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