The Secret to Picking Up Girls

With that, Zhang Yuxuan, under the burning gazes of nearly a hundred members of the Judo club, turned and left.

"So handsome! So individualistic. If only he could be my boyfriend!" A somewhat infatuated girl held her hands together, her eyes shining with a strange light.

"How do you know he's a guy? What if he's a girl?" Another girl said dismissively to the first.

"Tch, what do you mean, 'How do you know he's a guy?' Can't you hear his voice? There's no way he's not a guy!" The first girl rolled her eyes at the other.

However, the boys had different thoughts. They watched Zhang Yuxuan's departing figure, looked at the coach writhing on the ground in pain, and recalled how Zhang Yuxuan had casually defeated their usually arrogant coach with a single move. Moreover, the fact that he called it 'Guo Wu' completely subverted their long-held beliefs. Who said Guo Wu was just a fancy display? It's just that they hadn't truly seen a master.

And the words that young man spoke before leaving truly shook them.

There's nothing wrong with learning Eastern techniques, but you can't forget your roots, you can't forget the spirit of your nation. If you are ultimately assimilated by another country's civilization and lose the imprint of your own ethnicity, then you have completely fallen.

"Damn it, I thought this guy was all high and mighty all day long, acting like he was the boss. Turns out the little Japanese stuff is just garbage. I get it now, I'm not learning it anymore! I'm going to sign up for the Wushu club right now!" One of the Judo club members took off his white training uniform and cursed fiercely. Then, without looking back, he walked out, heading towards the Wushu club.

The power of example is infinite. If one person does it, there will be a second, a third. Soon, a large portion of the Judo club left.

The girls were also feeling very hesitant. Thinking that the very stylish and handsome guy from before must be a member of the Wushu club, these girls immediately prepared to sign up there. Actually, for them, it didn't matter which club they went to. What mattered was seeing handsome guys.

Of course, Gao Qiang had put on sunglasses that covered most of his face, so the girls couldn't see his face clearly. But according to these girls' logic, the chances of such an individualistic guy not being handsome were very small. Of course, even if he wasn't handsome, it didn't matter. Handsome guys weren't very popular anymore; what was popular was unique individuality.

In one fell swoop, dozens of Judo club members abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, making the Wushu club seem overcrowded at this time. This surprised Duan Fei, the vice-president of the Wushu club, who didn't know what was happening. Only after asking did he find out that someone had actually come to challenge the Wushu club, and had done so single-handedly. This was truly unbelievable to Duan Fei.