The more formidable someone is, the more they tend to keep a low profile; this is human nature, and Wang Zhuo was no exception. He didn't want to get involved in a brawl in front of so many teachers and students, but refusing to fight meant being disloyal, a coward, or heartless—which would draw even more unwelcome attention than participating.

So, why hesitate? Whether he fought or not, he was going to be noticed, so he might as well stretch his muscles a bit!

Since it was a battle fought for camaraderie, and in front of so many classmates, Wang Zhuo didn't deliver any crushing blows. He swiftly moved into the crowd, brushing aside a student from his own school, and when a student from the Architecture Department lunged, he twisted the man's body and drove a punch into his stomach.

What is commonly known as a "gut-punch." Analyzed by his Clairvoyance, every punch landed with precisely the right force, hitting the mark without deviation, then delivering a shove to the ground, leaving the recipient doubled over, unable to stand. "Bang, bang, bang..." Professionals are professionals; once the master makes a move, you know the difference.

The students in the stands cheered and screamed, watching Wang Zhuo take down the Architecture boys one by one with simple, crisp movements, as if performing a routine. So clean, so efficient!

"Coach Wang is awesome!" "Wow, it’s like watching Tai Chi, so fluid and graceful!" "Passing through a thousand flowers, not a single petal touches him! This is the ultimate state of Taekwondo!" "Taekwondo your sister!

Has anyone heard Coach Wang ever practice Taekwondo? That’s authentic Sanda, street artistry!" Amidst the jeers and cheers, Jiang Ketian and the two-meter-tall center rushed toward Wang Zhuo.

Both clearly had extensive fighting experience; they planned to surround and overwhelm him, intending to take him down in one sweep. They had long despised this short guy nicknamed "Coach Wang." An easy, sure-win match had been completely ruined by this kid.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, he even had a noisy female cheering squad shouting insults and taunts. They had to beat him black and blue to feel satisfied!

They certainly wanted to vent their anger, but how could Wang Zhuo’s iron fists allow it? Given their fighting ability, forget using his Clairvoyance—Wang Zhuo could handle them with one eye closed, no special abilities needed!

So, the good show began. Jiang Ketian, who charged first, was immediately hit with a shoulder throw, landing flat on his back, dizzy and disoriented, just in time to see a pair of strong, sturdy legs stride over his face.

Just as he was about to kick the center in the gut, five or six medical students swarmed forward, blocking Wang Zhuo’s space to deliver punches and kicks. However, the center didn't fare much better; pinned in the middle by so many bodies, he was taken down in an instant and subjected to a barrage of strikes, which went without saying.

The tide of battle turned instantly. Wang Zhuo single-handedly took down a cluster, and then he finished off Jiang Ketian, who had been the most aggressive.

Since the Architecture team was already outnumbered, losing this strong reinforcement meant they were now ripe for a thorough thrashing. At this point, Wang Zhuo shouted for them to stop, and naturally, everyone paused, showing deference to him.

The referee then hurried over, sweating profusely, and asked Wang Zhuo, "Do you still want to play the second half?" Since the Architecture team had initiated the fight, and the referee was a campus employee from the main department, he naturally had to defer to Wang Zhuo in this situation. "I’m not the captain," Wang Zhuo replied with a helpless shrug.

"You should ask that center guy, Luo Dayong." With that, he waved his hand and walked away from the scene with an easy air. The referee was stunned for a moment before remembering that this man wasn't the captain, just a player who held sway over the match.

In any brawl, there’s always a reckoning afterward—that’s standard procedure. So, the two sides began to argue.

Since the Architecture center had struck first, the medical school contingent had the moral high ground, amplified by their home-field advantage; the one-sided nature of the negotiation hardly needs elaboration. Wang Zhuo slipped away with a cool detachment, but under the gaze of so many eyes, he couldn't avoid being filmed by several cell phones.

Once again, he had unwillingly become the center of attention, and he was in no position to snatch the phones or destroy the memory cards, so he could only laugh it off. "What should we do now?

Invite him to dinner?" A stunning beauty from the Nursing College suggested enthusiastically. Seeing men fight could be so captivating; it was truly thrilling!

Her companion immediately scoffed, "Didn't you see the two great beauties walking out too? I can already smell the chemistry brewing." Someone else asked, "Xiao Bai, what do you think?" Bai Lu smiled faintly and replied, "He isn't the only one on the team.

Aren’t Geng Bin and the others waiting for our victory celebration?" She appeared calm, but her heart was quite complex. Although she had long come to terms with the fact that a man as outstanding as Wang Zhuo would naturally be surrounded by many beautiful women—and being one of them was honor enough—her pride was tinged with a certain wistfulness.

It was like a little girl finally owning a beautiful new dress but being unable to show it off to her friends; something always felt missing. ...

Why do men always enjoy fighting? Fighting stimulates an increase in blood pressure, a rapid heartbeat, and emotional excitement, causing a massive secretion of adrenaline—it provides an ineffable thrill.

Especially when defeating an opponent, one achieves a psychological satisfaction—it is pride, and it is conquest. In essence, if summarized highly, it is much like the passionate intimacy with a beautiful woman.

Otherwise, why do people say that fists and pillows are always the two major themes in stories? Therefore, if a fight is followed by a deeply satisfying bout of passion, that feeling becomes even more perfect!

Wang Zhuo was gradually becoming a hedonist. Naturally, he wouldn't run off to drink coffee and listen to classical music at a time like this.

So, carrying the afterglow of victory and the thrill of the fight, he drove He Ye and Xu Chu straight out of school. The sweat, salty on the skin, clung to his body.

His strong muscles, still pumped and engorged from the intense exercise, were fuller and more distended than usual. It was just like bodybuilders doing warm-ups before stepping onto the stage to ensure their muscles are fully engorged, making them appear larger.

Wang Zhuo was in that exact state now, his bare, defined muscles knotted like a war god. Who says only women can feel desire?

Male attraction can equally ignite an uncontrollable response. This was the first time He Ye had felt a deep, primal urge rising from within, as if a chasm had suddenly opened inside her body, needing Wang Zhuo to occupy, to fill, to overflow it.

But, unfortunately, she happened to be on her period today! Luckily, there was still Xu Chu.

Wang Zhuo also felt a pang of regret. A sudden thought struck him, and he asked, "I heard that people living together for a long time experience their menstrual cycles syncing up.

Is that true or not?" He Ye gave a wry smile. "Of course, it's true.

Didn't you see girls in middle school asking to use the restroom together?" Wang Zhuo paused, then instantly understood. Ah, so back then, when two or three girls went to the bathroom together, they were actually changing their sanitary pads!

He realized how ignorant he and the boys had been, thinking the teachers favored the girls! That’s why boys had to go one after another, waiting for the previous one to return, while girls could group up—that was the reason!

"How long does it take for the cycles to sync up?" He withdrew his thoughts and asked with a faint smile. "Once your dates overlap, it won't delay our good time." As he spoke, he patted Xu Chu’s mound-like curves, savoring the pleasure that surged through him with every movement.

As Xu Chu writhed her waist, waves of pleasure crashed over Wang Zhuo. She was already glistening with perspiration, and the contact of their skin made loud, smacking sounds: "Smack, smack." He Ye’s cheeks were flushed crimson as she watched the scene with rapt attention.

Listening to those soul-shaking sounds, she instinctively swallowed, and a wave of heat rose from between her thighs, burning through her entire body. Wang Zhuo smiled silently.

The transformation of a gentle lady happens in a single thought. Who would have known that the gentle and demure campus belle, He Ye, was currently observing this intimate scene from such close proximity, completely immersed, yearning to join in?

He pointed his finger toward a certain pinkish dot, and He Ye instantly burst into a giggle. It was indeed a beautiful spot—clean, soft, making her very curious about what hers would look like.

Wang Zhuo mischievously extended his right hand, lightly pressing his thumb onto that small dot. It was as if he had activated a switch on Xu Chu’s body, causing her rhythmic rising and falling motion to pause.

Wang Zhuo slowly increased the pressure, and Xu Chu’s body gradually lifted until their connected forms separated. When Xu Chu looked back, Wang Zhuo was gently holding He Ye’s earlobe with his left hand, guiding the glistening weapon toward her...

It was an indescribable scent. To be honest, He Ye didn't want to taste it.

She could accept Wang Zhuo, even if he hadn't cleaned up beforehand, and she could even offer herself for his sake out of love and submission to a man, but that didn't mean she wasn't repulsed, especially in this current context. She looked up at Wang Zhuo with a wronged expression, but quickly melted under the gaze of encouragement and expectation in his eyes.

Her heart filled with warmth; without regret, she parted her cherry lips and enveloped it. The cherry lips and the tender, cool tongue provided a stark contrast to the heat inside Xu Chu.

Wang Zhuo sucked in a sharp breath from the pleasure, immediately releasing Xu Chu. He embraced He Ye’s jade-like face with both hands and passionately plunged deeper.

A barely perceptible glimmer gathered in his eyes. Sometimes, a thousand words of encouragement and persuasion are far less effective than one perfectly timed subtle gesture.

Since a single look could resolve a girl's conflict and hesitation, why shouldn't he indulge? Unexpectedly, after releasing He Ye, a scenario he hadn't foreseen unfolded: Xu Chu gently pressed close and kissed the shining wetness left by He Ye.

She seemed moved by He Ye’s acceptance of her bodily fluid and was reciprocating the gesture! Huh?

Wang Zhuo’s brain, already suffering from mild insufficient blood flow, suddenly couldn't process the situation. Was the grand play unfolding before him titled "How to Make a Lesbian"?

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