The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

Xie Ran looked at his brother reluctantly as he walked towards the bustling airport with his suitcase. His eyes were slightly red, and his voice was a little choked up: "Brother, keep in touch."

Xie Xuanan smiled and nodded: "Okay, of course, take care of yourself."

Xie Xuan turned around and walked into the airport with firm steps. His back gradually went away in the crowd, while Xie Ran stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Xie Xuan'an officially returned to his college life. He returned to the familiar city, took a deep breath, and sighed: "My original city is still more familiar."

He dragged his suitcase along the campus path. Many classmates saw him outside and gathered around him in surprise.

"Xie Xuan'an, you're finally back!"

"We were all so worried about you!"

Xie Xuan'an politely responded to his classmates' greetings one by one with a gentle smile on his face.

Back in the dormitory, he put the things in his suitcase back in place. When his roommate Su Yi saw him coming back, she hugged him in surprise: "Wow, you're finally back, I was so worried about you."

Xie Xuanan said: "Hey, there's nothing to worry about, just a little problem."

Yi Shou was reading a book beside him, looking at him from time to time. Xie Xuan'an looked at Yi Shou who was still indifferent and didn't say anything.

In the next two weeks, Xie Xuan'an made up for the missed courses roughly, and his grades did not fall too far. He began to think about the vulnerable moment before, thinking about the torture and loneliness when his leg was broken, and felt that his physical fitness was simply too poor to even endure this little pain. What if he encountered bigger troubles in the future?

He looked down at his flat stomach and made a decision in his mind.

There isn't much time left for him.

So, he first asked his good brother Su Yi if he knew anyone in the fighting club.

Su Yi smiled and said, "What a coincidence. I do know him. Let me recommend the president of the fighting club to you. His name is Chu Guan. He is a very powerful person. At such a young age, he has won the fighting championship for several consecutive years. His skills are quite amazing."

Xie Xuan'an became excited when he heard it, and signed up for the club without delay.

His name is Chu Guan. He is over 1.9 meters tall and looks like a towering mountain that cannot be ignored.

His slightly long hair fell down wantonly, almost covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. His whole body exuded an extremely shocking sense of oppression.

His muscular body seemed to contain infinite strength, and his muscles were bulging out in his black short-sleeved shirt, making it hard to ignore his perfect figure. He often wore a pair of loose white shorts, which made him look casual and uninhibited.

On weekdays, Chu Guan always puts his hands in his pockets, seemingly idle and lazy, but in fact he is aware of the subtle changes in his surroundings. When he walks, his steps are steady and firm, and every step seems to carry a firm belief.

When communicating with others, he was concise but always to the point. He was used to slightly narrowing his eyes, as if he was thinking about something more profound behind his deep gaze.

In combat training, he showed amazing concentration and explosive power. Every movement was as fast as the wind, precise and without any sense of delay.

During breaks, he would stand alone in a corner, quietly adjust his breathing, accumulate strength, and be fully prepared for the next round of fierce confrontation.

The afternoon sun shines obliquely on the fighting club training hall on the university campus. Mottled light and shadow dance on the ground, as if quietly playing the opening song of a fierce duel. Chu Guan, the legendary president of the fighting club, stands upright in the center of the venue. His solid and tough muscles, like sculptures, shine with the light of strength under the bright sun. The powerful aura he exudes makes people feel awe, and the sense of oppression spreads like water waves.

At this time, a strange figure appeared at the entrance of the training hall. Xie Xuan'an, a cool boy who was half a head shorter than Chu Guan, walked slowly with steady and powerful steps. However, his steps were a little unnatural. It turned out that he accidentally sprained his ankle on the way here, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Chu Guan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at Xie Xuan'an with his sharp eyes like a hawk. He smacked his lips and asked in a low and powerful voice: "What are you doing here?"

Xie Xuan took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart, and said in a steady voice: "I want to improve my physical fitness through training so that I can deal with dangers that may arise at any time." Despite the pain in his ankle, his voice did not tremble at all.

Chu Guan crossed his arms in front of his chest, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Tell me your name."

"My name is Xie Xuan'an, and I'm a sophomore." Xie Xuan'an straightened his back and met Chu Guan's sharp gaze without fear. Although his voice was still a bit immature, the firmness in it was as solid as a rock.

Although Chu Guanxin was a little suspicious of this thin-looking boy, he still said, "Take off your shirt first, so I can see your figure."

Xie Xuan'an quickly took off his shirt as he was told, leaving only a pair of pants.

"Have you ever had any training experience before?" Chu Guan asked thoughtfully, looking at the faintly visible muscle lines on Xie Xuan'an's lower abdomen.

"Yes, I trained for a period of time before." Xie Xuan'an replied, with a hint of confidence in his eyes.

"No wonder. Then let me test your ability. If you can last three minutes under my hands, I will allow you to join the club." Chu Guan's words were serious, and there was a light of challenge in his eyes. It was precisely because of this strict rule that not many people were able to successfully join this club.

Chu Guan took off his clothes neatly, revealing his muscular body in the sun, his honey-colored skin, his tight eight-pack abs, and each muscle was clearly defined, like a carefully crafted work of art. Xie Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This is a truly powerful man. It would be great if I could have such a body!" He yearned for the future self who was full of power and muscles, and his admiration for him burned fiercely.

But when he saw the tall and mighty Chu Guan approaching him, Xie Xuan'an couldn't help but feel nervous, as if he was being held tightly by an invisible big hand. Facing this mountain-like opponent, the pressure came like a surging wave. However, he quickly adjusted his mentality and secretly encouraged himself in his heart: "I must hold on for these three minutes, no matter how difficult it is, I can't give up!"

"Three, two, one, go!" the referee shouted loudly. His voice echoed in the empty training hall, instantly igniting the extremely tense atmosphere.

Following this order, the entire training hall seemed to be swept into a violent storm. The three members watching nearby also became nervous. Their eyes followed the two people in the field closely, and they were so nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe heavily, as if the slightest breathing sound would break the tense atmosphere.

"Hey, do you think this newcomer can pass the boss's test?" A member said in a low voice, his voice full of doubt and worry, as if groping in the dark.

"I think it's hopeless. So many people have failed before. With his small body, even though he has some muscles, how can he withstand such a torment? And he seems to be injured." Another member shook his head, not daring to take his eyes away from the intense competition, for fear of missing any exciting moments.

Chu Guan gave Xie Xuan'an three seconds at the beginning, but found that Xie Xuan'an did not take the initiative to attack. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with Xie Xuan'an's performance: "Hey, is it because my expectations are too high? Is this requirement too harsh?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly took a big step forward, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, with an amazing speed. His fist made a whirring sound and hit Xie Xuan'an's face, as if to break through the void.

Xie Xuan'an's heart tightened, and he quickly dodged sideways. Although the pain in his ankle slowed him down, he was still very agile. But Chu Guan's attack was like a storm, one wave after another, with no intention of stopping. Each punch was powerful, with a tricky angle and extremely fast speed, as if it could break a stone.

Xie Xuan'an gritted his teeth and dodged continuously. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, splashing on the ground. His breathing began to become rapid and heavy, like pulling a bellows, but his eyes were still firm, flashing with an unyielding light. He knew that if he retreated at this time, he would lose completely. Even if there was only a little hope, he had to use up his last bit of strength to hold on.

The atmosphere in the training hall became increasingly tense. The sunlight shone through the window onto the two people, forming staggered light and shadows that were like a dream. Chu Guan's figure in the light and shadow was like a god of war descending. Every attack was filled with unparalleled power and majesty, as if he could control everything.

"Be careful!" A member couldn't help but shout loudly, and the sound cut through the tense air like a sharp whistle.

Xie Xuan rolled quickly and narrowly avoided Chu Guan's heavy punch. At that moment, time seemed to stop. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, but his fighting spirit was getting higher and higher, like a burning fire.

Chu Guanxin was secretly surprised: "This kid's reaction speed is so fast, and he is injured. I didn't expect that his core strength is also pretty good."

Time passed quickly in the fierce confrontation, and every second was full of tension and suspense. Xie Xuan'an's physical strength was rapidly depleted, his steps became heavier and heavier, as if he was filled with lead, and his breathing became more and more rapid and difficult, as if he was about to suffocate. But he still stubbornly resisted Chu Guan's violent attack like a storm, like a grass in the wind, tenacious and unyielding.