Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect that Brother Yuanchen would be preparing to open a shop so soon after arriving in Japan—but that's good! Now we'll have a place to have meals together!"

"That's right, that's right! Long live!" Xiang nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with excitement.

Compared to Yuan Chen's previous fights with others, Sakura Hibiki clearly cared more about the dishes Yuan Chen made, and still thinks about them now.

Yuan Chen smiled and waved his hand, then said, "Compared to this one, who is this person?"

Yuan Chen turned his gaze to the girl who was driving the car.

The girl driving the car was the same person who had been curiously watching Yuan Chen.

Hearing Yuan Chen's question, the girl, who had long, naturally curly hair and appeared to be in her early twenties, smiled and replied:

"Hello! My name is Uehara Nana, I'm Uehara Ayaka's older sister, and I'm also the manager of Glory Boxing Gym!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chen nodded and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid I'll have to bother you a bit more today."

"It's alright." Hearing Yuan Chen's words, Uehara Nana, who looked remarkably composed, smiled and replied:

"More than that, I'm curious about just how powerful the martial artist who was granted this core membership card must be!"

Volume 1: 97. Hibiki Sakura's Talent

Family members know their own business. Compared to her younger sister, Ayaka Uehara, Nana Uehara, who has inherited the family business and become a formal coach at Glory Boxing Gym, understands better what the so-called gold-plated membership card represents.

Simply put, these membership cards are not made in advance, but are produced and issued only after it is confirmed that the other party is willing to become an honorary member.

Although this is nothing to those martial artists who have already achieved fame and success, the issuance of each membership card will be announced separately within the small circle of 'Glory Boxing Gym', letting others know that such a martial artist has joined Glory Boxing Gym.

Previously, Nana Uehara was somewhat worried.

I have never met Yuan Chen, nor have I ever heard of him. Although Muay Thai Emperor Sagat accepted the card, it was mostly out of respect for Fighting God Gaolang that he allowed Glory Boxing Gym to promote itself under the name of "Muay Thai Emperor is also an honorary member".

There's nothing wrong with Sagat doing this; as a renowned warrior, it's only natural for him to have such privileges.

But Yuan Chen is different...

If one doesn't understand Yuan Chen and their strength doesn't meet the standard, it will also cause dissatisfaction among other honorary members.

But now, looking at Yuan Chen's well-proportioned physique and feeling the overflowing explosive power and impact... although this is not the whole story of a martial artist, it still gave Uehara Nana a basic judgment.

"Go to the Central School District first, right?" Uehara Nana said, "and then go to the boxing gym?"

“Okay.” Yuan Chen nodded, but then added, “Wait a moment, there’s someone else coming along.”

"No problem~"

Hearing that there were other people, Uehara Nana didn't pay much attention. She just stared at the restaurant for a while, and then said with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, was there a battle here just now? On my way here, I saw a lot of discarded chairs and tableware in the trash cans by the roadside..."

"Ah, I encountered some trouble last night."

As they were talking, Han Zhuli, who was standing to the side, finished getting ready, changed into a smart martial arts uniform, and got into the car.

Although she had already guessed something when she came in, Han Zhuli still couldn't help but smirk when she saw the girl in the car. She looked at Yuan Chen with a look of disgust and said:

"I didn't realize you were so popular with women."

"Does that include you?"

Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow, and then introduced Han Zhuli to Uehara Nana, Uehara Ayaka and others who were standing to the side: "Han Zhuli, a Korean, is a Taekwondo expert. She won the national championship in women's Taekwondo in Korea at the age of fifteen."

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, the person who had initially been curious about who Han Zhuli was suddenly taken aback.

"A 15-year-old national champion?! Really? That's incredibly strong!"

Ayaka Uehara's face was filled with surprise, and her expression as she looked at Han Zhuli changed from initial curiosity and astonishment to genuine amazement.

"Hello, my name is Ayaka Uehara! I'm currently learning modern Muay Thai and professional boxing! I look forward to teaching you sometime!"

"Oh... hello." Han Zhuli was also taken aback by Uehara Ayaka's reaction.

Because of the past few months of wandering, Han Zhuli hasn't seen a normal person for quite some time... Before, she was a righteous and beautiful martial arts girl. But now, spending so much time with delinquents has almost turned Han Zhuli herself into a gloomy character.

Suddenly encountering such a shrewd character as the three little royal cherry blossoms, I momentarily forgot how to speak.

While Han Zhuli was still thinking about how to respond politely, Zou Liuyuan Zhumei sniffed the air, then looked at Han Zhuli with a drooling expression, and then leaned in close with a blissful look.

"Hiss, I feel it, that chilling flesh pressure... Hehehe... Gurgle hehe..."

Despite her prestigious family background, Akemi Souin now gives off the impression of a lewd and perverted lesbian.

"As expected... there is a mutual attraction between flesh pressure and the naked eye... a powerful flesh pressure will naturally appear around Yuan Chen!"

"Uh... what is flesh pressure?" Han Zhuli looked confused and instinctively backed away. She didn't understand what Zou Liuyuan Zhumei was talking about at all. She just felt that this guy seemed a bit perverted.

"I don't know either." Yuan Chen shrugged. "Could you interpret it as a talent? A unique bloodline passed down through generations in the Zou-ryu-in family?"

"Actually, I'm just a muscle fetishist!" Ayaka Uehara retorted helplessly. "And the idea of ​​a muscle fetishist being passed down through generations sounds really weird, doesn't it?"

Sakura Hibiki, standing to the side, remained silent, only raising her head and sniffing around as if she had smelled something pleasant. In the end, she practically pressed herself against Yuan Chen.

Seeing this, Yuan Chen took out a sealed steamed bun from his backpack and handed it over, saying, "I made a special breakfast for you today."

"Oh! Steamed buns!"

As she took the insulated box from Yuan Chen, Sakura Hibiki's expression was like that of a protagonist in a knight-errant novel who had found the Holy Grail; her whole face was filled with genuine joy.

"Steamed buns! I love eating steamed buns!"

As she said this, Hibiki Sakura also turned her interested gaze toward Genji.

"What kind of filling is it? Strawberry? Chocolate?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chen's smile froze. Without saying a word, he reached out to take Xiao Huadong back.

"Huh?!"

But at that moment, perhaps due to her ability as a female protagonist in a comedy manga, Hibiki Sakura instinctively dodged Gen Chen's outstretched hand:

"No, no! Brother Yuanchen already gave me the steamed buns! Even if it's Brother Yuanchen, I can't take them back!"

“I can choose not to go back, but you can’t cross my bottom line.”

Yuan Chen rubbed his temples and said, "Look at what you're saying! Is that even human language?!"

As a chef, Yuan Chen has always respected every kind of food.

Even though many people see Korean cuisine as just a spicy stew with pickled vegetables, Yuan Chen believes it still has its merits—not all countries are as vast and resource-rich as they are, and there's nothing wrong with using it as a local culinary feature.

Yuan Chen also enjoys trying creative dishes, and the so-called innovation is hidden in these endless creative ideas.

But strawberry filling and chocolate filling are a bit of a letdown.

"It could be a strawberry-filled soup dumpling, a creative strawberry-filled pastry... but it absolutely cannot be a small dumpling!"

Yuan Chen rubbed his temples, his face full of distress.

"Huh..." Upon hearing this, even Sakura Hibiki, a pure foodie, looked bewildered: "Why?"

"There aren't that many whys in this one thing, though."

Yuan Chen sighed.

Take "MasterChef Ninja" as an example. When Yuan Chen learned that his childhood memory and childhood idol had lost a cooking competition in the new version of the story, he felt incredulous, but not entirely incomprehensible, since it was necessary for the plot.

However, Yuan Chen had always been quite critical of being executed after his failure—it was just cooking, why did it have to involve life and death?

However, after learning that the dish Little Chef made was creamy baked dumplings—that is, dumplings with Italian macaroni wrapped in a dough, and the macaroni filled with a spicy filling made of garlic, chili peppers and fermented bean paste.

And because the macaroni was "not hollow," which did not conform to the culinary philosophy of "smooth airflow," it was judged to be executed by the culinary judge "Pangu"...

Yuan Chen then felt relieved.

Some people really deserve to die.

Thinking this, Yuan Chen succinctly said, "Our attitude towards these kinds of creative little jokes is like that of Italians towards pineapple pizza, or Japanese towards fruit and cheese sushi."

Upon hearing this, the three little girls, Sakura and Sakura, immediately understood, but Hibiki Sakura still grumbled with some distress, "But I think they all taste delicious..."

While the three children were still bickering, upon hearing information about Han Zhuli's identity, Nana Uehara's face showed surprise. As if remembering something, she took out her phone and searched for a while before looking on in astonishment.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Chen asked from the side.

“…It’s nothing.” After a moment’s hesitation, Uehara Nana frowned and said, “It’s just that…Miss Han Zhuli seems to have gone missing before? Her guardian is still searching for her.”

As she said this, Uehara Nana showed her phone screen, which clearly displayed Han Zhuli's identity information, and Jin Jiafan, the director, was solemnly and seriously talking about Han Zhuli—while deterring criminals from taking any rash actions, he also expressed his hope that Han Zhuli would resume communication as soon as possible if she was able to.

Although Kim Ga-bum and Han Joo-ri are not related by blood, as a national icon of South Korea in the martial arts world and as a senior master of a Taekwondo lineage, Kim Ga-bum can indeed consider himself a guardian.

In similar cases, due to the prevalence of martial arts culture, similar master-disciple relationships are also legally recognized.

Yuan Chen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I've already contacted Master Jin, and we'll have a discussion tonight. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhu Li will stay here to live and cultivate for a long time to come, and also receive some treatment."

"I see..." Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, Uehara Nana nodded thoughtfully.

Although she still had some concerns, she then looked at Han Zhuli and said with a smile, "Anyway, you are welcome to try out Glory Boxing Gym! While I can't say for sure, Glory Boxing Gym is very confident in Muay Thai and professional boxing!"

"Uh... okay."

Han Zhuli nodded.

Then, Yuan Chen turned his gaze to Shuuin Akemi standing to the side and said, "Speaking of which, Akemi, what are the admission requirements for the Imperial Sakura Girls' Academy?"

"Recruitment?" Upon hearing this, Akemi Soryuin tilted her head, then her eyes lit up as she said:

"Is Yuan Chen coming to school? No problem! Even though he's a boy, it's perfectly fine if he comes as a teaching assistant! Once you meet Sister Yuan Chen, you'll definitely understand the reliability that comes with this physical intimacy!!"

Sōryūin Akemi said with an air of righteous indignation, "A person with such strong physical attraction could never be a bad person!"

Although it sounds a bit outrageous, considering that 'flesh pressure' is a unique energy perception method flowing in the Sōryūin clan, it can basically be converted into the purity of physical strength.

Most people with bodies as pure as Yuan Chen's probably don't have any bad intentions... They might prefer to marry Dumbbell rather than women.

“It’s not me.” Yuan Chen shook his head and said, “It’s Zhu Li. She was a senior in high school in Korea. She interrupted her studies for a few months after coming here. What do she need to prepare if she wants to apply to Huangying Girls’ Academy?”

Upon hearing that it was Han Zhuli, perhaps because Han Zhuli's flesh pressure was far inferior to Yuan Chen's, Zou Liuyuan Zhu Mei calmed down slightly and thought for a moment before saying:

"As for Miss Zhuli, it's definitely not a problem. It's just that interrupting her studies is a complicated matter. If she plans to develop a cultural and technical career in the future, it would be best to take a cultural exam. If that doesn't work, she can then enter the school as a martial arts specialty student."

However, regardless of the difference, it's just a matter of grade level; getting into school shouldn't be a problem at all!

Upon hearing this, neither Han Zhuli nor Yuan Chen were particularly surprised.

Ultimately, she's a 15-year-old national champion. Ignore whether it's the women's division or the country's land area. South Korea is, at least globally, a first-rate country outside of the three superpowers: the Soviet Union, the United States, and China.

This prodigy, who won the national championship at the age of fifteen, is no longer just aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University; she's aiming to become an academician.

In this situation, whether Han Zhuli can enroll is not the issue; the issue is what aspect Han Zhuli wants to develop, and then the school will make a personalized decision.

Geniuses do indeed have the privilege of being willful.

As she spoke, Hibiki Sakura, who was standing next to her, opened the insulated box and eagerly began to taste the buns inside.

Because they had been sitting for a while, the soup inside the buns had soaked through the snow-white skin, making them look shiny and translucent. With one bite, the buns were chewy and intertwined, with the sweetness of wheat and the aroma of meat dancing together.

Hot broth gushes out, mixing with the firm and chewy meat filling in a rich and savory flavor. The broth carries the gelatinous substance from the melted meat jelly, and every chew releases perfectly placed chunks of meat, bringing intense satisfaction with its overflowing salty and savory taste.

"Wow, it's delicious! I feel like I've come back to life!!"

Sasakura Hibiki looked moved.

Hibiki Sakura was born with the talent to become a mukbang blogger. Just watching her eat made Ayaka Uehara and others feel their mouths water.

Looking at Sakura Hibiki, Genji's eyes also held a hint of curiosity.

In fact, Yuan Chen noticed it the first time he saw Sakura Hibiki the day before yesterday. Sakura Hibiki seemed to possess a certain unique talent.

Now, through diet and close observation, Yuan Chen can clearly feel that the life energy in Sakura Kyou's body is indeed being mobilized at an astonishing speed.

Volume 1: Chapter 98 - Uehara Nana, a dignified figure, withers away!

Although he was curious about Hibiki Sakura's potential, Genji didn't pay much attention to it and instead went to school with Nana Uehara to register.

Because it was still a holiday, there weren't many people at the school except for the stadium and martial arts hall. After quickly checking the information, we headed to the boxing gym.

The gym's decor was ordinary, and the signboard was a bit old, but as soon as Yuan Chen stepped into the gym, he could clearly feel the difference between the gym's atmosphere and other commercial gyms.

The venue wasn't large, and a row of portraits hung on the wall, all of them world-renowned top boxers. Gaolang was ranked first, while Sagat was ranked a few places behind him.

According to Yuan Chen's guess, it should be because Sagat rarely participates in business activities.

Below the wall, groups of people, some burly and some slender, practiced in twos and threes, accompanied by low growls and the constant sound of fists hitting the hand targets.