In the boys' dormitory, the chandelier was already out.
Suddenly, a lowered voice said, "Brothers, I'm not good at fighting, so if I accidentally run into you tomorrow, please don't go too hard on me. My name is Zhou Zhengdong, number 133."
After Zhou Zhengdong, a few others echoed similar sentiments.
In the darkness, Xiao Feng's lips curled up slightly.
He didn't quite understand what was going on with the people speaking afterward.
But Zhou Zhengdong was certainly not as bad at fighting as he claimed.
On the contrary, in Xiao Feng's view, Zhou Zhengdong was definitely above average among the 130 people in this room!
The reason he made such a strong impression was that in the afternoon, while watching others spar, he happened to witness a match between Zhou Zhengdong and his opponent.
With his extensive experience in martial arts, Xiao Feng could immediately tell that Zhou Zhengdong was deliberately holding back his strength.
