My second life is a bit strange?

Creating your own club would make it easier to slack off; serving pampered young ladies every day is too tiring.

Hayasaka handed him the card: "This membership card hasn't been activated yet, so I'll have to trouble the class monitor to make the trip himself."

【SILVER MAN】

[This looks familiar...]

He remembered that this gym was super famous, with excellent facilities and service, but it was a bit expensive.

"Um... hello everyone, may I join this club?"

At this moment, another girl with long, straight black hair walked in from outside the door. Her pantyhose, which were not thin, revealed her flesh color. The eye could only see up to her thighs, and the rest of her "absolute territory" was covered by the hem of her skirt. Her delicate face was covered with fatigue.

"You are Kasumigaoka Utaha, a second-year student."

“Yes, I want to join your club.” She emphasized her purpose again.

Her father was a university teacher and her mother had a respectable job, so they had high expectations of her. Life at home was too oppressive, leaving her no time to do what she wanted.

I secretly stayed up late writing my novel yesterday, and then got up very early this morning. I haven't been feeling well all day.

Various negative emotions made her want to run away from home, but what could she do when she was only in junior high school?

While wandering around the school, I overheard their conversation and this idea came to me.

Hayasaka handed the watch to the other person. It just so happened that the club needed three people to be established, and she didn't need to know the reason or anything like that.

Kaede whispered to Hayasaka, "Do you know her?"

"Please, she's super famous, okay? She's been first in her grade every time since first grade. She's a super academic achiever, and she's good-looking too."

"..." Maple looked at Kasumigaoka and nodded. It was indeed very beautiful. He put away his gym membership card and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Bye-bye, class monitor!"

Feng plans to go to the gym to activate his membership card and check on things.

The wind was a bit chilly, so he pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt. As he followed the faulty navigation through an alley, he suddenly heard a loud noise, like a fight.

Curiosity killed the cat. Feng cautiously ventured deeper, and the damp smell became increasingly unbearable as he went further in, while the sounds grew clearer.

As they reached the corner, a piece of shard flew out and embedded itself in the cement wall, startling Feng. He cautiously peeked out and saw two people wrestling together.

Even though he knew it was dangerous, his gaze was fixed on the two people, completely captivated.

With a loud bang, two figures flew to either side, crashing into the wall and kicking up a cloud of dust: "Are you crazy?!"

The speaker was a man in his thirties, covered in tattoos, with bulging veins on his muscles, making him look quite ferocious.

"Ah~ Ah~ That's it? How can I lose?"

When Feng heard a woman's voice, he froze. He looked at the person who spoke and saw that it was a young girl who looked no older than him. Her arms and legs were covered with bandages.

His eyes were different from ordinary people's; the whites of his eyes were pure black, and the blood vessels near his eye sockets were bulging. The strange beauty of his eyes left Feng speechless.

"You brat! You bastard!" The man kicked the ground with his shoe, sending the trash flying, and charged forward as the other man dodged.

The girl blocked the fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and grinned wildly as she said, "Rock, paper, scissors, I won."

Then, with a sharp tug to the side, the broken bone pierced directly from the flesh, followed by a whip kick that sent the man flying.

Cornering the man against the wall, Feng was struck by a barrage of punches. The cracking sound of bones breaking sent a chill down Feng's spine. Something inside him was awakening, and his adrenaline surged.

The man never got up again. The girl shook her hand and said, "Mission accomplished."

Feng felt it was best to leave quickly. As he backed away, he accidentally stepped on a trash bag. The ripping sound of the plastic startled the girl, who turned around abruptly and met Feng's gaze.

Feng ran quickly, and only when he reached the alley did he stand up, panting with trembling legs. A fire seemed to be burning inside him, and his face was not filled with fear, but with excitement and the corners of his mouth kept turning up.

He turned around and looked into the alley. A fist came towards him, growing larger and larger, and stopped just as it was about to hit his face.

The force of the punch blew off his hood, and the girl was stunned. It was the first time she had ever seen such a handsome person. She withdrew her fist and said coldly, "Ordinary people shouldn't go into places like this."

"Can I say I didn't see anything?" Feng tried to move the fist in front of him, but found that the other party was much stronger than him.

"Do you want to see your expression right now? It's hilarious." The girl carried him to a car, and in the rearview mirror, he saw his mouth turn up in excitement, but his expression was all scrunched up in fear.

"May I have your name."

"Silver Maple".

The girl loosened her grip on his clothes: "Wu Jialouluo."

After saying that, the girl retreated back into the alley like a ghost, disappearing into the darkness in a few flashes.

Bai Yinfeng stared blankly at the alley, listening to the cars speeding by behind him and the sounds of people. It took him a while for his heartbeat to calm down.

His mind was wandering, and he even forgot when he activated his membership.

As he watched the setting sun descending the mountain, Feng patted his face and prepared to go back. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a boxing gym, and his feet stopped on their own.

My heart was pounding like a cat was scratching at me, and a voice kept echoing in my head.

Why don't we go in and take a look...?

Feng pushed open the door, triggering the sensor above, which emitted a crisp doorbell sound.

ding dong~

"Welcome~" A woman with burgundy hair, wearing a tracksuit and holding a bamboo sword, walked over and looked him up and down: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I was just curious and wanted to come in and take a look." Feng looked inside and saw a muscular man sparring with a young girl on the stage.

Are all girls this fierce these days?!

"Want to give it a try?" the older sister urged, seeing him staring so intently.

"Huh?" Before Feng could answer, a fragrant breeze approached, and the older sister helped him put on boxing gloves.

"You two stop for a moment, Ayaka, you teach him a thing or two."

The girl named Ayaka took a couple of breaths, lay on the retractable rope, and looked at Kaede. The two smiled at each other.

With the help of his older sister, Feng crawled into the ring. He saw two pieces of tape stuck on the ground, intersecting to form a cross.

"Let me teach you the stance first. Stand with your feet on either side, and when you step back, keep your legs straight, otherwise it will be difficult to maintain your balance." Ayaka taught you step by step, and Kaede quickly grasped the essentials and assumed the stance.

Ayaka put the whistle hanging around her neck into her mouth: "When I whistle, you move, understand?"

Feng nodded, looking at her intently. Just as Ayaka's fists collided, a whistle blew.

Chapter Fourteen: Fashion Models

Sometimes it's one sound, followed by a pause, and sometimes it's two or three sounds.

As his energy waned, his movements began to distort. A young woman offstage rudely struck his calf with a bamboo sword, sternly saying, "Watch your movements, don't look at the ground."

Moving forward and backward is fine, but when moving left and right, it's hard to control the distance your feet move. The ball of your foot is on the line, and your back foot is tilted outward at a 45-degree angle.

The older sister holding the bamboo sword's eyes lit up. She keenly noticed that this boy learned very quickly and had an unusually keen sensitivity to sound.

"Go back and continue practicing your footwork. Now let's talk about your upper body. Open your palms, curl your four fingers, place your thumb on the second knuckle, clench your fists, and keep your wrists straight. Learn my movements. When you punch, when your arm angle exceeds ninety degrees, start to rotate your arm and continue to extend it. When you retract your fist, lower your elbows."

"Have you learned it? Come and try it out." Ayaka put on the target and gestured for him to throw a punch.

As Feng reviewed his previous movements, he threw a punch. The older sister in the audience noticed that his movements were very standard, but his strength was a bit lacking, and said, "Increase your speed, and don't freeze after you finish. Be like a spring."

Her words only made Feng's movements more chaotic, so she made him stop, then took a glass of water and poured it onto the back of his hand: "Let the water fly off your hand, and remember to exhale when you punch."

Feng understood the situation and punched faster and faster until Caiyexiang shouted for him to stop. He then stopped, panting heavily.

"Let's call it a day. How did it feel?"

"That's interesting, I wonder about the cost..."

"My name is Uehara Nana. I am the acting manager of this boxing gym. You can call me Nana-nee. As for the fees, it's five classes a week, and the annual fee is 120,000 yen."

Feng was a little troubled. He knew the price wasn't high, but it was still beyond his current means: "I can only come on Saturdays and Sundays."

"That's two lessons, I'll charge you 48,000 yen, and I'll also give you some training equipment."

"Can I pay in installments? I don't have that much money right now..." Feng hesitated for a moment before saying.

Looking at the longing in the eyes of the white-haired boy, Uehara Nana smiled and agreed: "Of course, give me whatever you have first, and pay the rest later."

"Thank you." Bai Yinfeng was very grateful and took out 20,000 yen, which was all his savings, for emergencies.

After recording his personal information, Feng walked out of the boxing gym and looked at the completely dark sky dotted with a few stars. He stretched out his hand, looked at the back of his hand, and then clenched his fist, as if he wanted to pluck all the stars from the sky.

...

"I'm back~" Feng pushed open the door and saw that the entrance was full of shoes and the hallway was piled with cardboard boxes.

To his surprise, the living room was the same. His mother was talking on the phone, while his father sat on the sofa, carefully looking at the contract in his hand.

"What are these?"

The father put down the documents, looked at Feng, and explained to him that after the family paid off their debts, they used all the remaining money to rent a storefront in the shopping center, intending to open a clothing store.

Before the opening, we needed to take some promotional photos, but the model suddenly had something come up and couldn't come. My mother hung up the phone and rubbed her temples to relieve her headache.

"Has Feng eaten?" She looked at Feng, clapped her hands suddenly, grabbed his arm, and said excitedly, "If we don't have a model, why don't we have Feng be the model!"

"Huh???" Feng stared wide-eyed at his mother: "Then why not ask Yu Xing?"

"No way!" Shirogane Miyuki immediately refused.

His mother stared intently at Bai Yinfeng, and he had no choice but to agree: "I understand... When are we going to take pictures?"

"I'll ask your teacher for leave tomorrow morning, and we'll go to the filming location and try to finish filming in one morning."

"Ah."

Mom went to make dinner with satisfaction, Dad was still looking at the contract, Feng carried his schoolbag back to his room, saw Yu Xing come in, and asked: "Brother Yu Xing, why don't you want to be a model?"

"I came in to say this. You know, my mom's shop is in a shopping mall. The foot traffic there is huge. If my classmates see it, I'll be so embarrassed."

shock! ! !

Feng froze, completely petrified. How could he have forgotten about this?!

Just as Yuyuki said, I was so ashamed I was about to explode, but I had already promised my mother.

Shirogane Yuki patted his shoulder and left. Kaede collapsed onto the bed, burying his head in the pillow. Before going to bed that night, his mother even made him put on a face mask.

The next morning, we set off for the filming location, dressed in various outfits, and were posed in different ways by the art director, resulting in hundreds of photos being taken.