I stood in front of the Boxing club in a daze.
Today was Friday, my mind was occupied with two things.
1. Day One visit to the Boxing club as an 'observer' to see their daily activity in the club. While in fact, I just wanted to find one gossip or two about Leah.
2. Date with Mason on Saturday morning.
Honestly, my mind was more distracted on my date with Mason. Because it would be the first date I had in this new life, and I didn't know if it'd be good.
I had a date with Kyle in the previous life… once.
And it was in the park, two ters apart from each other, because he said he was embarrassed. While I knew he just didn't want people to see that he had a date with Miss Piggy.
I knew Mason, and I wouldn't hold hands, let alone kiss.
But at least we would be sitting at the sa table, right?
…
"You—Hey, you!"
I snapped out of my daze when I felt a big hand grabbed and shook my shoulder. I turned my head to the left and saw one of the boxing club boys.
"Y—Yes?"
"Miss Leah said that she wouldn't be coming today because she's going sowhere. You can just co in for the club visit," he inford.
I nodded and followed him from behind.
Everyone in the boxing club was either busy sparring in the boxing ring, punching a sandbag, or just doing regular exercise to maintain their shape.
The boy who escorted said, "You can just look around or ask one of us about anything."
I stared at him and nodded. I felt this would lead to nothing if I just asked them without any lead. So I observed them first.
…
After observing for almost thirty minutes, I got frustrated as I found nothing wrong here.
But at the sa ti, my gut feeling told that sothing was amiss about Leah and her group.
My first question was… how in hell could Leah take control over everyone and make them obey her.
Most of them were a bunch of rowdy boys that was mostly uncontrollable even by the strictest teacher.
How could Leah do it? Was it with money?
Thus I walked towards the boy who escorted before. He was practising with a sandbag. I stood at the side and asked, "Excuse , but may I know how Miss Leah could beco the new manager? She's the first female manager in this club, right?"
The boy continued practising while answering my question, "Miss Leah, she helps us to destress. She also helps us to get stronger during a match. She's been a great help."
"Destress?" I asked curiously. What kind of destress we were talking about here? Was it sex stuff?
Wait, did Leah offer her body to the whole club?!
Assumptions ran wild in my head as I wanted to know more.
The boy stopped punching the sandbag. He glanced at suspiciously, but he still zipped his mouth. So I acted like a clueless girl and continued to question, "What kind of destress you guys are doing here?"
"It's a club secret. We don't share it with an outsider," He replied.
"But this is quite important for my observation. You can just tell what kind of activity you guys did to destress."
"… we went to a restaurant, and Miss Leah treat us with food. She told us to eat as much as we wanted, as long as it made us happy. It's our way to destress," he explained.
Yeah, that was complete bullcrap.
There was no way they could be her underlings by just treating them with food.
In my previous life, I rembered that the boxing club mbers beat up to pulp without rcy after one command from Leah.
As much as I knew how ugly I was, I doubted they'd beat a girl rcilessly just because they would get treated with food.
There must be an extre thing that pushed the whole club to be her absolute servant, doing all her dirty biddings.
Sothing that they couldn't deny.
But I knew that I couldn't press this guy further. He was already defensive enough, so I thanked him and left.
I walked around observing the boys in close range. There, I could find sothing was amiss.
It might be my overthinking, but I saw few of them were thinner than what a boy who joined a Boxing club should look.
And I wasn't talking about just slightly thin, but they were thin and looked a bit sickly.
They were in a daze too, either staring at the sandbox or just sitting at the edge of the room, staring at their friends who were sparring in the boxing ring.
It was such a weird view from because I had noticed them just now. As if they just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
I walked towards one who was sitting at the corner of the room. He was dazed, but once I stood in front of him, he looked up.
"Excuse ," I said politely. I crouched so our eyes could be on the sa level. "May I ask about few things?"
"Oh.. ah…" the man nodded, but he didn't seem to be thinking straight.
"Okay, first, may I know what makes you feel that Miss Leah is a great manager?" I asked professionally.
The guy's eyes widened so suddenly, and he shook his head, "Miss… Miss Leah, where is she?"
"Huh?"
"Where is she?! I need her!" he yelled and grabbed my arm. He clenched my arms tightly and continued yelling, "I really need her!"
"I—I don't know—" I was too shocked to react as he kept yelling, searching for Miss Leah.
It beca the source of attention in the club as everyone started staring at with their cold eyes.
The boy who escorted before finally walked towards and forcefully separated from that crazed guy.
He glared at that guy and ordered with a loud voice, "OUT!"
The guy was stunned. He stared at us for a mont and then got up. He limped as he left through the main door.
The boy propped up and checked my condition, "Are you okay?"
"I am, but…." I swallowed my saliva, hardly. "What.... what happened with him?"
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