The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Before even stepping through the gates of the Fengxiang Martial Arts School, Wu You heard a commotion.

"You have to learn today, whether you want to or not!"

The voice was that of a middle-aged man, quite loud, and a little impatient.

"Dad! I don't want to practice martial arts, it's too painful!"

The other voice was younger, sounding to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and its tone was full of resistance.

"You little brat!" the middle-aged man's voice grew louder, "I've already paid your 100,000 yuan tuition fee!"

"Dad, let's not learn martial arts. Let's go and get our tuition refunded."

Wu You turned his head to look.

A father and son stood at the entrance of the martial arts school: the middle-aged man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with a thick gold chain around his neck, and he was holding the arm of a boy. The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform—Lanhe No. 1 Middle School, and Wu You recognized the uniform.

The boy was still struggling, muttering to himself.

"Dad, times have changed. What's the use of practicing martial arts now? Can you fight off an airplane or a tank?"

He tried to reason with his father.

"Besides, Dad, I finally got into the top high school, and now I'm under immense academic pressure. How can I possibly have time to practice martial arts?" He paused, his tone tinged with disdain. "I know what martial arts are all about. It's just a set of movements to train your body. I practice calisthenics every day, and it has the same effect."

"Dad, listen to me, let's go and get the tuition refunded."

The middle-aged man was so angry that his face turned red. Just as he was about to lash out, he caught a glimpse of Wu You standing next to him.

He nodded apologetically to Wu You, then pulled the boy a few steps to the side, lowering his voice.

"You know absolutely nothing!"

Although he lowered his voice, given Wu You's current physical condition, every word he said still reached his ears.

"Times have indeed changed!"

The middle-aged man's tone became complicated.

"If it weren't for your second uncle's good relationship with us..."

He paused, as if thinking of something, and then vaguely skipped over the subject.

"You're only in your first year of high school, there's still time..."

He sighed.

"Anyway, you should listen to your father. Would your father ever harm you?"

Wu You stood not far away, listening to these words, and understood what was going on.

Given the current situation, people with connections and influence have probably already received news about the opening of martial arts courses and the establishment of martial arts universities.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The people in the investigation bureau are also human; they have relatives and friends, so it's normal for news to leak out.

Furthermore, the fact that the investigation bureau did not notify the public that the relevant information needed to be kept confidential indicates that although the authorities did not officially announce the news to the public, they implicitly allowed everyone to spread it.

After all, the authorities originally hoped that more people would learn martial arts, and the spread of the news would be beneficial in increasing the number of people practicing martial arts.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the father and son, and walked straight into the Fengxiang Martial Arts School.

. . .

"Hello sir, are you here to enroll in martial arts classes?"

The receptionist has changed. It's not the same woman from last time; it's a man in his twenties, wearing the Fengxiang Martial Arts School uniform, and he looks quite energetic.

Wu You shook his head.

"I'm looking for your museum owner."

The receptionist was taken aback.

"Looking for our owner?" He glanced at Wu You. "Do you have an appointment?"

Wu You shook his head slightly: "I didn't make an appointment. A senior named Lin Yuan introduced me here."

The receptionist's expression was somewhat subtle: Lin Yuan? Senior? Never heard of him.

But then he remembered something—last night, the owner sent a message in the group chat saying that an important guest was coming in the next couple of days, and that anyone looking for him should be notified immediately.

But this boy in front of me...

Wearing a school uniform, looking only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a touch of youthful innocence on his face, could this be the "important guest" the owner mentioned?

He was a little unsure, since the curator hadn't said anything else.

However, he hesitated for only two seconds.

"No appointment..." He paused, "Are you sure you want to see our curator?"

"right."

Wu You naturally noticed the receptionist's gaze and understood what she was thinking.

However, none of the melodramatic plots of looking down on others, as depicted in novels, occurred.

The receptionist thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Please wait a moment while I call our curator."

It's just a matter of making one phone call, not much trouble at all.

If you look down on someone just because they are young, and end up neglecting the owner's guests, that would be a real problem.

He's not stupid; he can tell the priorities.

Beep beep—

The phone rang twice and was answered.

A strong, steady voice came through the receiver, speaking calmly and deliberately.

"Hey, Li, what's wrong?"

"Master, a guest has come to see you."

The voice on the other end of the phone instantly changed tone, carrying a hint of urgency.

"What! Someone's looking for me? Now?" he pressed. "Did they say who they are?!"

The receptionist was startled by the owner's reaction.

"Um...no, but he said he was introduced by a senior named Lin Yuan."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of someone slapping their forehead.

"Blame me."

"Okay, Xiao Li," the shop owner said quickly, "you give him the phone first."

The receptionist obediently handed over her phone.

Wu You took it, but before he could speak, an urgent voice came from the other end.

"Hello, I'm Fengshan from Fengxiang Martial Arts School. Did Brother Lin refer you here?"

Brother Lin?

Recalling how Lin Yuan addressed the other person, a strange look flashed across Wu You's face.

"If you're referring to Uncle Lin Yuan, then it must be me."

After confirming Wu You's identity, the voice on the other end of the phone became even more eager, even with a hint of respect.

"Ah! Sir, please wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

The next moment, hurried footsteps came through the phone, and then the call ended.

Wu You handed the phone back to the front desk.

The receptionist took it with both hands, her expression frozen.

He heard it clearly just now—his own master, the head of the Fengxiang Martial Arts School, a master of martial arts, called this excessively young boy "sir".

He gasped.

Luckily, he didn't do anything rude! Otherwise, his restaurant owner would probably have taught him a lesson in no time.

"Please follow me, sir." He quickly stepped aside to lead the way. "Let's rest in the VIP room for a while. Our owner will be back soon."

Wu You nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble."

The father and son I had just met at the entrance had somehow already entered the lobby of the Fengxiang Martial Arts School.

I don't know how that father persuaded his son.

The two stood there, dumbfounded.

The boy stared wide-eyed as the receptionist respectfully led Wu You into a room with a sign that read "VIP Room".

"Dad," he tugged at his father's sleeve, "if I practice martial arts, can I still be like this in the future?"

The middle-aged man slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you thinking, you silly brat!"

He lowered his voice, but his tone was very serious.

"Let me tell you, if you ever see that person again, show him some respect, understand?"

The boy covered the back of his head, looking aggrieved.

"Huh? But he looks about my age..."

"You little brat!" The middle-aged man raised his hand again, "I don't expect you to get on their good side, but if you dare to offend them—"

He glared at his son.

"I'll break your legs!"

"what?"

The boy shrank back, not daring to utter another sound.