He and Su Ahzhong stayed at the Welcome Plaza for half an hour.
The crowd was bustling with people coming and going.
But no one showed any interest in the Kendo Club.
Baiyu felt that staying here would yield no results, so he simply packed up and left.
Now, it was just him and Su Ahzhong in the Kendo Club.
Reviving the club would not be an overnight task.
Baiyu thought about the current situation on the way. There was still a mess at the Shelter, and at school, he didn’t know who might be targeting him.
He had not yet experienced the harshness of the Martial Arts School that others talked about.
"President, where do we go next?" Su Ahzhong asked curiously beside him.
"To the club activity venue. According to the documents, the Kendo Club has an assigned venue, allocated directly by the student council, but the former president never managed it."
Baiyu carefully read through a stack of documents in his hand.
The club had to be revived.
He had already discovered that the entire Wuda was a huge sales market; the herbs brought from the Spirit Realm could be sold to the students in the Martial Arts School.
The profit in this was not insignificant.
Of course, to establish such a business relationship, one must have enough status and reputation among the students. Simply put, you need to earn their respect.
The title of the Kendo Club president was indeed a good one.
As long as he could expand the Kendo Club and recruit a solid group, starting a herbal business should not be a problem.
He opened the WeChat group chat.
Baiyu sent messages to Jiang Xi, Gan Yuhan, and Qianren, inviting them to join the Kendo Club.
These three had all chosen Celestial South Martial Arts University.
They were also the only three people Baiyu knew in this school.
The three of them gladly agreed.
They were just hoping to form a group to avoid being bullied at Wuda, and Baiyu leading the way was exactly what they wanted.
However, the three of them were still on their way to registration.
Baiyu planned to first settle the venue issue and organize the chaotic Kendo Club before moving on to other matters.
The activity venue for the Kendo Club was a large storage warehouse.
This warehouse had not been used by the school for many years, so the student council repurposed it for club activities; over the years, students had transformed it beyond recognition.
Before reaching the warehouse door, Baiyu heard noises coming from inside.
He realized the warehouse door was open, and inside, someone was boxing on a makeshift stage, while others around were exercising with different types of equipment.
"President, why are there people here? Is this really our club’s activity venue?"
Su Ahzhong felt a bit uneasy.
Although Baiyu didn’t know what this group was doing, he was quite certain this was the Kendo Club’s venue.
"Are you two freshmen?"
As soon as they stepped into the warehouse.
A burly, muscular man approached with a friendly face: "Do you want to join the Boxing Club? You can register over there, the club fee is five GPA points monthly."
"I’m not here to join a club," Baiyu politely declined the strong man.
The strong man’s eyes showed a hint of hostility, and there was an added wariness in his gaze toward the two of them.
"You should be the person in charge of the Boxing Club, right? I am with the Kendo Club. This place, according to the student council’s assignment, is the activity venue for the Kendo Club, which is why I’m here today."
Baiyu’s voice wasn’t loud.
But everyone present was a Martial Artist, with hearing far more acute than that of ordinary people.
His words fell into their ears exactly as spoken.
Whether it was the people fighting on the stage or those exercising nearby, they all stopped and focused their gaze on the two of them.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Su Ahzhong instinctively clenched his hand and whispered, "President, maybe we... we should go back and confirm, there might be a misunderstanding here."
The burly man seemed to have heard something amusing, looking Baiyu up and down: "Isn’t Qiong Xue of Celestial River the president of the Kendo Club?
I thought the Kendo Club had been dissolved, didn’t expect it actually still has a president.
What’s your relationship with Qiong Xue of Celestial River?"
When the man mentioned "Qiong Xue of Celestial River," there was a clear apprehension in his voice.
Baiyu thought for a moment and realized that Qiong Xue of Celestial River should be Qiong Xue’s nickname.
He calmly said, "No relationship. She didn’t want to be the president anymore, so she handed it over to me. She’s already quit the Kendo Club."
The man smiled broadly: "In that case, you should leave. This place is already the Boxing Club’s venue. You’re a freshman, right? I suggest you start as a regular member to slowly understand Wuda’s Rules. Taking too big a step can be dangerous. Joining our Boxing Club could give you a good place to practice and experience."
Baiyu raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t expected to run into so many troubles just claiming an activity venue.
This matter wasn’t entirely disadvantageous.
The fastest shortcut to establish a club’s name is by stepping over the ’corpses’ of other clubs.
"A fresh egg of a newbie wants to claim an activity venue, but does he even know the value of such a place at Wuda?"
"Looking at him, does he know anything? Taking over a mess like the Kendo Club, later he’ll have to deal with it himself."
"Probably a naive newbie, right? Qiong Xue of Celestial River could hold her position because she is Qiong Xue of Celestial River. Does he think any random person can uphold those three words?"
"Judging from the look of it, this kid is probably wondering how to sneak away without losing face."
"Why don’t we, as seniors, just give them a free lesson. Teaching newbies is the most exciting thing. Let them understand the weight of seniors and predecessors."
"Well said, last year we were bullied by the seniors, this year it should be our turn."
The Boxing Club members around started whispering and laughing.
These voices were undisguisedly mocking, making Su Ahzhong’s face go pale.
"What are you still standing here for? If you two aren’t here to join a club, then please leave, don’t make me escort you out myself."
The man rudely issued a dismissal.
Su Ahzhong backed up two steps, a sign of retreat already on his face.
But Baiyu had figured it out.
Originally, he didn’t want to make a move against this group of people, but sometimes, violence is the best way to solve problems.
Some fools aren’t satisfied until they’ve been hit.
"Since this is Wuda, it shouldn’t prohibit student fights, right? I checked the school Rules before coming, and there doesn’t seem to be such a rule."
Baiyu raised his head.
The man’s eyebrows knitted into a frown, a substantial flame seemed to shoot from his wild eyes: "Kid, this is my last warning, since it’s your first day of school..."
The words were interrupted.
Baiyu raised his right fist, Blood Qi swirling inside him, bursting forth, surging into his fist: "What’s with all the talking? If you’re going to fight, then fight."
A shadow of a Demon Ape roared fiercely behind him.