When they arrived at Feiyun Combat Fitness Club, it was already around three in the afternoon.
After locking up his shared bicycle, Lin Yang walked quickly into the club.
Lin Yang worked here part-time.
To be precise, he was a sparring partner.
A sparring partner, to put it bluntly, was someone paid to let boxing enthusiasts beat him up.
Apart from a very small handful of people who genuinely loved boxing, most who came here just wanted to vent their emotions.
Boxing was indeed a great outlet for letting off steam.
Frankly, it wasn't a very dignified job, because he sometimes ran into people with twisted psychological states who hit without holding back.
Several times, Lin Yang had been left covered in bruises, but he needed the job because it paid well.
Being a sparring partner paid three hundred an hour, and Lin Yang came here every day to spar for two hours.
If someone had a particularly satisfying session, they might throw in some extra tips, though such people were rare.
As soon as he stepped into the club, Ruan Mi called him over.
Ruan Mi was the owner of the club. She was exceptionally stunning, and whenever she smiled, her watery eyes took on a particularly charming allure. On top of that, she had a wildly hot figure.
Perhaps thanks to her peerless face and sexy, fiery figure, business at her club was booming.
"You little scoundrel, you're finally here!" Ruan Mi said with a slight frown.
Lin Yang asked with curiosity, "What is it, Sister Mi?"
Ruan Mi rarely frowned.
Despite her peerless beauty, which might make people think she was just another pretty face with nothing upstairs, she was anything but; her emotional intelligence was top-tier.
She handled everything with consummate skill, leaving no loose ends, and she remained unfazed by crises with nerves of steel.
So, whatever could make her frown was definitely no small matter.
"A young man just came in and specifically asked for you as his sparring partner!"
Lin Yang let out a sigh of relief, having momentarily thought Ruan Mi was firing him.
He smiled and said, "That's a good thing!"
"I have a feeling that kid means trouble. You should watch your back," Ruan Mi said, looking uneasy.
Lin Yang laughed. "All right, I'll go get ready!"
Ruan Mi nodded.
Lin Yang turned and walked into the locker room, quickly changed into his gear, put on his protective equipment, and climbed onto the ring.
A rather handsome young man was already standing on the stage.
When he saw who it was, Lin Yang froze for a moment.
Shit.
Why was it Zhao Qingfeng?
Why on earth was he here?
And why did he specifically ask to spar with him?
That wasn't even the main point—the main point was how on earth did he know he worked here?
To be fair, Zhao Qingfeng hadn't known Lin Yang worked here.
After being rejected by Fu Hongli, he had been in a foul mood and wanted to find a place to blow off some steam.
He had randomly searched online for ways to vent his frustration and stumbled upon this club.
Upon arriving, Zhao Qingfeng had accidentally spotted Lin Yang's photo on the wall.
Well, that settled it—he immediately demanded that Lin Yang be his sparring partner.
"Your name is Lin Yang?" Zhao Qingfeng asked with a playful glint in his eyes.
Lin Yang nodded.
"You're the campus hunk of Jiang University, aren't you?"
Huh?
Lin Yang stared blankly at Zhao Qingfeng.
What campus hunk of Jiang University?
He had been in college for two years; how come he had no idea he was supposed to be the campus hunk of Jiang University?
You couldn't really blame Lin Yang for that.
The year he got into Jiang University, his family went bankrupt, and Lin Yang had been scrambling everywhere, working odd jobs to earn money and pay off debts.
He genuinely knew very little about what went on at school.
As for some title like campus hunk, he was completely in the dark.
Besides, even if he were the campus hunk, Lin Yang wouldn't care in the least.
After all, it was just a superficial title.
Superficial things were the very last thing Lin Yang cared about right now.
"You really are handsome, but what good is being handsome? So what if Fu Hongli chose you? Aren't you still going to get beaten up by me?" Zhao Qingfeng said with a sneer.
In truth, upon learning that the person Fu Hongli had chosen was none other than Jiang University's campus hunk Lin Yang, Zhao Qingfeng had been somewhat shocked.
But shock was quickly replaced by even greater resentment, and he had secretly vowed to give Lin Yang a thorough beating today to vent his pent-up anger.
Lin Yang didn't get angry at Zhao Qingfeng's words; to him, they were nothing more than an itchy tickle that couldn't possibly hurt him in the slightest.
Far from being angry, Lin Yang was actually quite grateful to Zhao Qingfeng.
After all, the guy had practically delivered money right to his doorstep.
To a certain extent, Lin Yang felt Zhao Qingfeng was a pretty good guy.
Lin Yang smiled and said, "Yeah, you're right. I know Fu Hongli choosing me made you really unhappy. No worries, go ahead and let it all out today!"
"Hmph, I don't need you to remind me. I'm going to vent properly!"
"Okay, shall we start then?" Lin Yang asked with a smile.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhao Qingfeng threw a fierce punch right at Lin Yang's head.
Honestly, though his punch looked vicious, to Lin Yang it felt like a gentle scratch.
After all, Lin Yang was wearing protective headgear, and Zhao Qingfeng had huge boxing gloves on his hands.
Even so, Lin Yang dutifully let out a gasp, pretending he had been hurt.
Zhao Qingfeng instantly grew excited and followed up with a vicious punch to Lin Yang's chest.
Well, that punch was even weaker than the last one.
Lin Yang didn't feel a shred of pain since he was wearing body armor.
Yet Lin Yang still put on a show of being in severe pain.
His sugar daddy wanted to beat him up, so naturally, Lin Yang had to oblige.
Zhao Qingfeng felt amazing—he had never felt so good in his life.
Excitedly, he began swinging his fists wildly, raining blows down on Lin Yang.
Boxing was actually a very physically demanding sport, and because Zhao Qingfeng threw his punches with such frantic and savage speed, it felt great at first, but it drained his energy fast.
Sure enough, after throwing a dozen punches in a row, his strikes grew weaker and weaker.
Still, Lin Yang cooperated by letting out a few more miserable cries.
Zhao Qingfeng felt even better, his twisted psychology deriving immense satisfaction from the spectacle.
The price, however, was that he was completely out of energy.
Watching him collapse to a sitting position on the mat, Lin Yang was left between laughter and tears.
With stamina like that, he was a sports major?
What an absolute disgrace to sports majors.
"Had enough?" Lin Yang asked, putting on a troubled expression.
Zhao Qingfeng nodded triumphantly.
"I've had enough, but I don't feel quite satisfied yet. Lin Yang, I've booked you for two hours, so don't rush—I'm going to vent properly today!"
Shit.
What kind of unhinged phrasing was that?
"Well, actually, there's an even better way to vent. Want to try it?" Lin Yang squinted at Zhao Qingfeng like an old fox.
"An even better way to vent? What do you mean?" Zhao Qingfeng pressed eagerly.
It was obvious he was very interested.
"For instance, I take off my protective gear!"
Zhao Qingfeng, who had been lying on the mat, suddenly sat bolt upright, staring at Lin Yang with excitement.
"Lin Yang, are you sure?"
Lin Yang nodded.
"However..."
"However what?"
"However, fighting this way costs extra!"