Wan Yunting was startled. Seeing Elder Master Chang’s angry old face, he knew why he was so furious.
The reason he was so familiar with this Elder Master Chang was because Elder Master Chang had wanted to take him as a disciple back then!
After all, Wan Yunting was a martial arts prodigy. The moment Elder Master Chang saw him, he wanted to take him as his final disciple.
But unfortunately, although Wan Yunting often saw Elder Master Chang practicing Tai Chi or boxing at the entrance of the security room, performing with great vigor, he had no interest in martial arts at all.
After all, at that time, he was studying economics and management. Besides, what young person nowadays was interested in so-called kung fu? Therefore, Elder Master Chang had pestered him incessantly, asking Wan Yunting to become his disciple and pass on his martial arts, but Wan Yunting had refused every time.
However, now that Wan Yunting had learned medicine and martial arts from his master, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint, in prison, he truly realized that martial arts was the inheritance of Chinese traditional arts and the crystallization of ancient wisdom!
Therefore, seeing Elder Master Chang now, Wan Yunting deeply realized how powerful he was!
Recalling how he had refused him repeatedly back then and refused to learn martial arts, Wan Yunting now regretted it. If he had really learned something from Elder Master Chang, he wouldn't have been drugged by Huang Dawei at Chen Tao’s instigation without knowing.
"You brat, if you had taken me as your master back then, you wouldn't be merely at the late stage of Huajin now!"
Elder Master Chang’s sharp old eyes cast a displeased glance at Wan Yunting, seeing the depth of his martial arts at a glance.
This made Wan Yunting’s expression freeze, and his heart trembled. The old man was still the same old man, able to discern his martial arts realm with just one look!
After all, he had only often seen Elder Master Chang practicing Tai Chi and boxing by himself. Back then, Wan Yunting still thought he was just like those old men in the park, practicing Tai Chi to exercise, which was why he had kept refusing him.
However, now that Elder Master Chang had pointed out his late Huajin stage martial arts realm with a single glance, Wan Yunting was shocked and his understanding of Elder Master Chang was refreshed.
It seemed that he was very likely a peerless master hidden in the marketplace!
"Never mind."
Elder Master Chang suddenly seemed relieved, muttering to himself, "I had already predicted such a day back then, but it’s fine, letting you inherit that old fellow’s legacy..."
The last sentence was spoken very vaguely, and Wan Yunting didn’t hear it clearly. Just as he was about to ask for permission to enter the school with Fang Yanxi, Elder Master Chang said, "Brat, do you want to take me as your master again?"
Wan Yunting was stunned, and Fang Yanxi beside him also turned to look at him.
"Elder Master Chang, I already have a master now."
"He won't last a few days; he’ll be gone."
Elder Master Chang waved his hand, his old face stern, and snorted, "So, brat, you must seize the opportunity!"
This made Wan Yunting raise his eyebrows. Looking at Elder Master Chang in front of him, how did he know that his master’s lifespan was nearing its end?
Did he know his master?
"Forget it, I'll go talk to him myself."
Elder Master Chang muttered to himself again, then lay down and waved his hand, "You can go in."
Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi exchanged glances, then nodded, "Thank you, Elder Master Chang. I'll visit you again another day."
With that, the two entered the school. Elder Master Chang took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke with a sigh, as if he were also sighing...
Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi walked into Huadu University. Looking at the familiar buildings and environment of Huadu University, seven years had passed, and there were basically no significant changes. Only the students coming and going had been replaced by several batches.
"Let’s go to the basketball court and have a look."
Seeing a group of students playing on the basketball court during their lunch break, the two went over and stood outside the court, watching these male students play basketball. At the same time, they were being watched by some female students. This made Fang Yanxi recall how she used to come with her good friends to watch Wan Yunting play basketball back then.
"Look quickly, there are beautiful girls."
Seven or eight boys on the court immediately noticed Fang Yanxi, their eyes lighting up.
After all, Fang Yanxi’s beauty and temperament were definitely of the world-class goddess level. She attracted the attention of the opposite sex wherever she went.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and practice."
A man who was one meter ninety tall, the assistant coach of the university basketball team, saw the students turning their heads to look behind them and patted them to reprimand them. He also turned around and saw Fang Yanxi, and Dai Hongyang was stunned. He automatically ignored Wan Yunting beside her.
Damn it, she’s definitely a goddess!
Suddenly, a boy pretended to drop the basketball in his hand, rolling it towards Fang Yanxi. He then ran over to pick it up, wanting to get a closer look at the beauty.
As a result, Wan Yunting stepped on the basketball, tapped it, and the ball bounced up into his hand. He patted the ball and said, "It's been a while since I played."
Looking at the man playing with the basketball in his hand, as if seeing the sunny man who loved playing basketball back then, Fang Yanxi couldn’t help but smile.
"So beautiful..."
The moment the running boy looked at Fang Yanxi smiling, he was incredibly excited and even forgot to ask Wan Yunting for the ball. If Wan Yunting hadn't spoken, "Classmate, can you lend me the ball to play with?"
The boy came back to his senses and finally noticed Wan Yunting. Although he admitted that he was handsome, the boy’s natural jealousy made him provoke, "Can you play?"
Wan Yunting dribbled the basketball in his hand and smiled at the boy who provoked him, "When I could play, you were probably still in primary school playing with mud."
"I'm shocked, so arrogant. Then let's have a match."
The boy, who was one meter eighty-eight tall, a few centimeters taller than Wan Yunting, got angry when he heard this. "Let's go one-on-one, five shots, see who scores more. Do you dare?"
"Sure," Wan Yunting said indifferently.
Fang Yanxi beside him didn't stop him. She knew very well about his basketball skills, so she was eagerly looking forward to seeing him play basketball like he used to, because he was so handsome.
The assistant coach Dai Hongyang and these boys also didn’t stop him. It seemed he, like the students, felt uneasy seeing Wan Yunting with such a beautiful goddess. Therefore, they were now like peacocks, wanting to show off their abilities in front of the beauty.
"Uncle, don't say I'm bullying you. You go first." The boy provoked with a smirk.
"Okay, then you'd better guard well."
Wan Yunting chuckled and dribbled the basketball towards the court. The boy immediately spread his arms, taking a defensive stance. Dai Hongyang and the other boys chuckled, as if they had already seen Wan Yunting losing the game and embarrassing himself in front of the beauty.
However, Wan Yunting suddenly stopped and stood at the half-court line. Seeing this, the boy snorted, "I say, Uncle, are you planning to shoot from mid-court?"
"Yes, my shooting percentage is ninety-nine percent!" Wan Yunting said confidently with a slight provocation. Before the boy could speak, he spun the basketball in his hand and then shot it towards the fourteen-meter-distant basket.
Under everyone's surprised gaze, the basketball drew a perfect arc in the air and then, without any suspense, fell into the basket, scoring a hit...
The entire court was silent for ten seconds, and finally, the applause from Fang Yanxi outside the court broke the silence. Only then did Dai Hongyang and his students react, turning their heads to look at Wan Yunting in surprise. He turned back and gave Fang Yanxi a handsome smile, "Not bad, right?"
"Mmm."
Fang Yanxi smiled and nodded, looking at the man now, as if it were back to the time when he was a sunny, handsome big boy on the court.
"I'm shocked, it must be luck?"
The boy was stunned, thinking that Wan Yunting’s mid-court shot was definitely luck.
The basketball was thrown back again. Wan Yunting passed it to the boy in front of him, "Now it's your turn."
The boy holding the basketball stared. In front of the beauty, he seemed to be injected with chicken blood, "Uncle, you'd better defend well."
"Come on."
Wan Yunting’s expression was very calm and collected, and he even provocatively beckoned. This successfully provoked the boy, who started dribbling and attacking him.
But Wan Yunting’s defense was very good. The boy’s feints were all seen through by him and were defended. This made Assistant Coach Dai Hongyang secretly astonished. Looking at Wan Yunting’s defense and movements, he was definitely professionally trained!
In an instant, Wan Yunting found an opportunity, snatched the basketball from the boy’s hand, turned, jumped, and shot. The basketball, again without any suspense, fell into the basket. The action was smooth and natural. Fang Yanxi and the other boys outside the court hadn’t even reacted yet, and the ball had already fallen to the ground.