Chapter 113 Campus Life

The school is like a small society, with its own unique set of rules.

These rules are more complicated than those in middle school, but not as cruel or strenuous as those in society. They fall somewhere in between.

The tennis club's president, Wang Jiajian, was usually quite popular. He was good-looking, his family owned three apartments in Kowloon, and he was good at tennis, so he naturally received a lot of attention.

Over time.

Wang Jiajian's mentality changed. Although he wasn't one of the top people at Hong Kong University, he was living a comfortable life.

Suddenly, Su Yehao arrived in this small pond, and the originally stable circle was suddenly disrupted.

Su Yehao had only given a little bit of sweetness, and the members of the tennis club began to change their tune and try to cling to Su Yehao's coattails.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.

The title of "First Young Master of Hong Kong University" wasn't just for show. In addition to his enviable family background, Su Yehao's own achievements were also widely known at the school.

He had recently said in person that he had earned 400 million, and this was confirmed by the newspapers.

When they unexpectedly discovered that Su Yehao wanted to join their club, the tennis club members were overjoyed, hoping to benefit from it.

Even if a little bit slipped through Su Yehao's fingers, it would be enough for them to live a good life, without having to live as frugally as before, taking the bus to competitions and sleeping in small alley hotels.

The neighboring soccer club had several rich kids, each with a pair of limited-edition sneakers, and they often went out to sing and drink, which was very enviable.

As for the usually strict and harsh President Wang Jiajian, they had already forgotten him.

School club activities are just that. Hobbies are secondary. Most people just want to get together with friends who have the same interests, chat, joke around, and pass the time after class.

So after meeting Su Yehao, they immediately looked down on Wang Jiajian and suggested replacing him with a new president.

Quite utilitarian and very realistic.

Su Yehao was dumbfounded, saying, "Everyone, quiet down. I just want to find a place to exercise. I don't have time to manage the tennis club at all. Besides, I'm a newbie and don't know anything. I've only played tennis a few times in high school."

Does the president... need tennis skills?

In everyone's opinion, it wasn't necessary at all. Someone pretended not to hear and asked, "Brother Hao! Can you find some Grand Slam celebrities to give us a few lessons? I've always wanted Agassi's autograph!"

"Wow, you actually bought us extended length Big Banger tennis rackets. I saw them in the store. These Wilson rackets made of this material cost thousands of dollars. They're so light and comfortable..."

Seeing these people so excited, Su Yehao felt a little helpless.

He really just wanted to exercise and lose weight. The reason he gave gifts was because he was worried that they wouldn't accept a rookie.

It seemed like he had used too much force, as if he could reach out and usurp the position of president at any moment.

Among the crowd, only President Wang Jiajian looked pale. It wasn't easy to be easily crushed by others. It was even more embarrassing than losing a game on the court.

Noticing his expression was wrong, Su Yehao said awkwardly, "I've been a loner since school started and haven't participated in any club activities. The atmosphere in the tennis club is very good. Everyone is very enthusiastic."

"Heh, a bunch of ingrates. All they know is how to play all day. No wonder they lost to the Singaporean and Japanese exchange teams one after another. If they went out to eat and sing after every exercise like the soccer team, they wouldn't even be able to run, and they wouldn't be self-disciplined. What's the point of talking about winning?"

President Wang Jiajian felt uncomfortable, but he also knew that he couldn't compare with Su Yehao in terms of financial resources.

The gap between them was so large that it was difficult to even think about competing.

Su Yehao, who had no interest in being president, also followed the topic and said, "That's what I think too. The reason I chose the tennis club is because of my interest and to lose some fat. Just treat me as an ordinary member and take me to play."

President Wang Jiajian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, very sure that Su Yehao really had no intention of competing with him.

Because judging from the current situation, as long as Su Yehao was willing, the position of president would be taken away in minutes. There was no need to play any secret schemes or feints.

With a smile on his face, Wang Jiajian said, "Okay, does everyone agree? I have class later. Let those who are free take you through a set of training first. After you are familiar with the training process, try hitting a few balls."

"Okay, thank you..."

After a few polite words, he and Nangong Tian went to the tennis court to do frog jumps, sit-ups, and push-ups.

The little girl had a high EQ and got to know a senior student in a few words.

When the senior student heard Nangong Tian say that she wanted to lose weight, her expression was as if she had seen a ghost. In addition to disbelief, there was also a strong sense of envy, helplessness, and self-pity.

Honestly speaking, Nangong Tian was heartbroken that she had gained a few pounds, but her weight was actually only a little over a hundred, which Su Yehao thought was just right.

Not all bones, but with almost perfect curves.

If she gained muscles instead of losing weight, that would break Su Yehao's heart.

Usually she didn't exercise much.

After a set of exercises, her arm muscles were already twitching after picking up the tennis racket.

So she gave up playing tennis.

Today's exercise task, completed...

Sitting on the side of the tennis court, she noticed that Jiang Yu and several female students had come to a nearby open space to practice dancing.

Nangong Tian waved to her.

After Jiang Yu came over, the little girl asked curiously, "Why don't you go to the dance studio? Aren't you afraid of falling and scraping your skin when you practice dancing outside?"

Jiang Yu said helplessly, "Don't mention it. The yoga club is fighting with us for the classroom, and the seniors are also fighting with us. In addition, there is the ballet club. It's often impossible to book a dance studio, so we can only stay outside."

At Donghuang Rose Middle School, Jiang Yu was the president of the dance club.

Now that she has come to university, her love for dancing has not diminished. She continues to pursue it as a hobby.

A good figure is maintained in this way.

Su Yehao was clicking his tongue on the side, secretly amazed. He hadn't noticed before, but Jiang Yu actually had a bit of a bust.

The little girl sitting next to him didn't see it, but Jiang Yu saw it all. She realized that this guy's focus was wrong, and she bit her lip and swallowed it. He was indeed a bad egg.

The campus of Hong Kong University is actually not small, but the number of people in the school is too large, making it seem a bit crowded.

Su Yehao pointed to his shoulder, signaling the little girl to massage it for him, and asked, "Is there no other classroom? Otherwise, I'll help you ask and reserve one for you. I'll bring Nangong along too. With this kind of training method from the tennis club, I'm worried that she will become a muscle woman, the kind who can crush walnuts with her biceps."

Imagining the scene, Nangong Tian burst out laughing and pinched Su Yehao, saying:

"I hate you. I'll be the first to beat you to death when that happens. But playing tennis will make your legs thick, so it's only suitable for playing occasionally."

Jiang Yu was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food and said disdainfully, "No wonder you're so kind and willing to help us find a classroom. So it's for Nangong."

Su Yehao didn't say anything.

The little girl took the lead in seizing the loophole and asked with a smile, "Otherwise, you want it to be for you?"

Instantly petrified.

Jiang Yu was at a loss, stammering:

"I didn't... That's not it, everyone is a classmate, I wouldn't think that!"

Everyone saw this look.

The crowd exchanged silent glances.

Thinking about the rumors outside, it really wasn't just hot air. Su Yehao's love life was so complicated.

Looking at Jiang Yu, her friends began to feel sorry for her. After all, it was rumored that she was the real fiancée...