"Finally, finally, finally back ho!!"
The front door opened, Xue Wan walked into the house, skillfully changed into her own slippers, then raised her hands high, stretched lazily, and took a deep breath.
"Sniff sniff... ah, Jing's scent, the scent of ho."
Xue Jing, carrying a suitcase and holding Miao Miao, followed her in and casually said:
"Are you a dog or sothing? I haven't been ho for over ten days, where would my scent co from."
After putting away the things from the suitcase, Xue Jing, who was now lazily sprawled on the living room sofa watching TV, told the lounging Xue Wan:
"I'm going out for a bit, might not co back till evening, don't wait for for dinner."
Xue Wan, now dressed in casual, loose-fitting ho clothes and wearing big glasses, an otaku's outfit, was comfortably petting Miao Miao in her lap and just waved her hand to Xue Jing, signaling that she understood.
Xue Jing walked out the front door, closed it behind her, went downstairs, left the residential area, hailed a cab, and headed towards Hidden Dragon Dojo in East City District.
He was famous now, but only well-known within the martial arts circle. He was not yet at the point where everyone in the world would recognize him. At least the taxi driver didn't, just treating him as an average-looking young boy.
During the ride, Xue Jing chatted with the driver while sending ssages on his phone to his close contacts to let them know he was back. Soon enough, they arrived at the office building of Hidden Dragon Dojo.
After paying with his phone, Xue Jing got out of the cab, entered the building, and took the elevator up to the seventeenth floor.
Walking down a long hallway, he reached the reception entrance of Hidden Dragon Dojo.
As it happened, the receptionist that day was the sa qipao-clad sister he had encountered on his first visit to Hidden Dragon Dojo.
Unlike the previous few tis when she was slacking off at the desk, playing with her phone, the reception was quite lively today, with four or five teenagers and their parents crowded at the counter inquiring about the Dojo, creating quite a scene.
The qipao-clad sister was switching between making phone calls and writing sothing on a notepad; she also patiently explained things to the people, busy sweat appearing on her forehead.
Xue Jing saw this and looked on curiously but didn't pay it much mind. Seeing that the qipao-sister was busy, he didn't greet her but walked straight into Hidden Dragon Dojo.
"Hm? Why did that guy just go in? Is he a disciple of Hidden Dragon Dojo?"
One of the teenagers at the counter, who caught a glimpse of Xue Jing out of the corner of his eye, asked with curiosity.
Hearing this, the qipao-sister glanced through the crowd towards the entrance and caught a sowhat familiar figure.
Her eyes suddenly widened with excitent, and she instinctively blurted out, "Jing..."
But she quickly realized sothing and imdiately covered her mouth with her hands.
After a mont, she coughed and said, "Yes, he is one of our disciples at Hidden Dragon Dojo."
An impatient parent among the teenagers tapped on the counter and said:
"Okay, just give a price. How much do I have to pay for you to let my kid practice martial arts at your Hidden Dragon Dojo?"
"It's not about the money. Our Hidden Dragon Dojo has limited space; we can only accommodate so many students and disciples. We're full right now."
The qipao-sister explained helplessly.
"Are you kidding ? Is this really the dojo that taught 'Xue Jing'? Such a small place..."
...
Previously, the Hidden Dragon Dojo had suffered so damage due to Li Chengxuan from Golden Wind Dojo coming to issue a challenge. Now, after more than ten days, the repairs had been completed, and it had reopened for business.
Walking inside the Dojo, Xue Jing passed the entrance of the training hall and took a peek inside, surprisingly finding it much busier than before.
Ordinarily, Hidden Dragon Dojo didn't have many regular disciples; on a typical day, there would be just a few dozen people in the training hall, but looking in now, he saw at least a hundred disciples practicing martial arts with hoarse voices.
Most of them were faces he didn't recognize.
"Could it be..." Xue Jing touched his chin, and he roughly guessed the reason.
He passed by the training hall without attracting anyone's attention, heading straight for the Heart-Nourishing Room where his master, Li Qi, would be.
Without knocking, Xue Jing opened the door and walked in.
Three people were present in the Heart-Nourishing Room: Master Li Qi, his fifth senior brother Chen Fuguang, and his fourth senior sister ng Qingjiao.
The senior brother and sister were standing in front of the desk, reporting sothing to Li Qi, who was sitting behind the desk.
As soon as Xue Jing entered, the three people imdiately looked towards him, their eyes lighting up.
"Little Jing!"
"Little junior brother!"
Li Qi imdiately maneuvered his wheelchair with his hands, coming up to him.
Xue Jing smiled and said, "Master, Senior Sister ng, Senior Brother Chen, I'm back."
Li Qi patted his arm, looking a bit excited and relieved, and said, "Good, good kid."
"We all saw your performance at the competition. You did very well... far better than I had imagined."
Chen Fuguang laughed, "Little junior brother really made a na for himself this ti, now the entire Outer Ring's martial arts circle is discussing you, and even the martial arts forums of the Inner Ring are paying attention to you..."
"Martial arts superstar, it's just a matter of ti!"
ng Qingjiao did not speak but walked over to Xue Jing, extended her hand, and touched his head, seemingly in an approving manner.
A hint of warmth bled through her usually cold deanor.
Because of the angle, Xue Jing's gaze inadvertently drifted downward, catching a glimpse of the still heart-stopping wonder of the World Cup, then naturally averted his eyes, smiling, and said:
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