Brian Carter looked around and said, “Since you’re just here to slack off, eat, wait to die, and chase girls, what does it matter if you know the seniors? I can teach you anyway…”

At this point, he lowered his voice and said, “If you leave now, you’ll have something to talk about with your goddess later.”

“Huh?” Eric Dawson looked completely confused.

“Think about it. You make an excuse that you have something to do and leave early. Later, you can ask her what happened after you left, whether there were any arrangements for regular practice. The conversation will flow naturally, and you don’t have to worry about her being annoyed. After that, you’re classmates—once you start talking, are you afraid you’ll run out of things to say?” Brian Carter spoke confidently.

Eric Dawson stared at him for a few seconds before saying:

“Xiao Ming, in our dorm, you’re the one I admire most!”

“Call me Love Guru!” Brian Carter bent over slightly, and while the seniors were going on stage, he slipped toward the door, with Eric Dawson following close behind.

As soon as they stepped out the main door, before Eric Dawson could even get down the steps, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. Not far ahead was a conspicuous video camera, being carried by a guy with an artistic vibe, and the lens was pointed right at him and Brian Carter.

Crap, no way—skipping a martial arts class and ending up on TV?

Next to the cameraman stood a young woman in a light gray business outfit—the classic white shirt, blazer, pencil skirt, stockings, and high heels.

This young woman, who still had a bit of a student vibe, saw Eric Dawson and Brian Carter come out, and immediately smiled and walked over:

“Hello, students. I’m a reporter from Songcheng TV. Would you mind a brief interview?”

She looked like she’d just graduated, with neat, short hair, long dark eyebrows, lively eyes, a nose that wasn’t very high but was cute and delicate, and a faint dimple when she smiled. Hanging from her chest was a work badge with the name “Helen Grant” on it.

“What’s the interview about?” Eric Dawson asked, facing the microphone being handed over.

“No problem,” Brian Carter agreed without hesitation.

The two glanced at each other and both saw the disdain in the other’s eyes.

The reporter, Helen Grant, lifted her pretty oval face and smiled, “You’re members of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, right?”

Damn, caught skipping class… Eric Dawson couldn’t help scratching the back of his head. “Yes, we… we have something to do and need to leave early.”

“Yeah, we had to leave early for something,” Brian Carter answered calmly.

Helen Grant didn’t mind and kept her professional smile: “Did you just see Ethan Dawson?”

“We did.” Eric Dawson and Brian Carter exchanged a glance. There’s an interview about this?

But thinking about it, it made sense. Songcheng University is the best in Songcheng, and martial arts is the most popular club, so it’s not strange for reporters to show up.

Helen Grant smiled and said, “Ethan Dawson is the first student in Songcheng University’s history to enter with a professional ninth-rank martial artist title. How do you feel about him joining the martial arts club? Any thoughts?”

“It’s great. I feel like our club can reach a new level,” Brian Carter answered with a big smile.

Eric Dawson forced a smile and said sincerely, “Very excited, very thrilled. I feel honored.”

Miss Helen Grant retracted the microphone, her eyes sparkling: “Thank you both for accepting the interview.”

Watching the reporter and cameraman enter the venue, Eric Dawson and Brian Carter suddenly spoke at the same time:

“Chengzi, did my smile just now look a bit stiff?”

“Love Guru, did I look kind of dumb when I smiled?”

As soon as they finished, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the little bit of nervousness instantly disappeared.

“First time on TV. Feels weird,” Eric Dawson rubbed his cheek.

Brian Carter laughed, “Me too. Whatever, maybe we’ll get cut out anyway. The interview was about Ethan Dawson after all. Heh, that reporter was really something—pretty, pure, great figure, and those legs, long and straight. Honestly, she’s more my type than your goddess.”

“Hello, 110? There’s a pervert here,” Eric Dawson pretended to pick up the phone.

“Get lost!” Brian Carter said irritably. “I’m just talking, that’s all.”

Eric Dawson laughed, “Alright, alright. If we ever meet her again, I’ll tell your girlfriend that Xiao Ming is as pure as jade!”

Joking and laughing, the two quickly forgot about the interview and returned to the dorm.

Songcheng University’s dorms have a layout of two bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom. The living room has a simple sofa and TV, the left side leads to a balcony for drying clothes, the right side is the washroom with two separate squat toilets. Past the sofa, down the hallway, there’s a room on each side—each is a small dorm for four people, with beds on top and desks below, separated by wardrobes.

The two weren’t in the same small dorm. After entering the living room, Brian Carter took out his phone and said, “Chengzi, I’m going to make a call. Wait for me for dinner.”

“Tsk tsk, showing off your relationship,” Eric Dawson knew Brian Carter was about to have a long call with his girlfriend, so he went back to his own dorm, planning to play on the computer for a while.

He opened the door to his small dorm—no one was inside. Eric Dawson realized the other three guys were still at self-study and hadn’t come back yet.

“So diligent…” Eric Dawson felt a bit guilty. Comparison really does make a difference.

It wasn’t too early or too late. Eric Dawson quickly pushed aside his thoughts, turned on the computer, and logged into the forum.