The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Although Zheng Jie really wanted Zhang Yuze to remove the scar on her private area for her, the thought of the location of the scar being too embarrassing made her hesitate. If Zhang Yuze were to treat her, intimate contact would be unavoidable. With these concerns, Zheng Jie ultimately didn't voice her request to Zhang Yuze, but a knot remained in her heart.

"Senior, what are you thinking about? If there's anything I can help you with, just tell me, your junior!" Seeing Zheng Jie's hesitant expression, Zhang Yuze still couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing Zhang Yuze's concerned words, Zheng Jie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately held back.

Seeing Zheng Jie looking preoccupied, Zhang Yuze assumed she was in a bad mood and stopped bothering her. Instead, he thought of Kimura, the president of the Judo Club. Zhang Yuze absolutely couldn't swallow this grievance.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone in the club was busy, Zhang Yuze found a moment to leave the club room. Then, he put on a hat and oversized sunglasses, a sinister smile appearing on his lips. He then headed towards the Judo Club.

At that moment, inside the Judo Club, nearly a hundred students in white training uniforms were practicing throws and holds under the guidance of instructors, the sounds of shouts and grunts filling the air.

As Zhang Yuze nonchalantly approached the Judo Club, one of the members in a white training uniform noticed Zhang Yuze's strange appearance. He walked up to him with a puzzled look, bowed slightly, and asked, "Hello, sir, who are you looking for? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhang Yuze looked at the young man, his gaze turning cold. Although his actions resembled those of the Eastern dwarfs, Zhang Yuze could still tell that he was Chinese. The fact that a Chinese person was being indoctrinated into such a servile and obsequious attitude of the Japanese made Zhang Yuze feel ashamed. He couldn't accept that someone would abandon being a proper Chinese person to become a lackey of the Japanese.

Zhang Yuze took a deep look at him, smiled faintly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a match. He took a deep drag and blew a smoke ring at the young man.

The young man's expression changed upon hearing Zhang Yuze's words. He looked at Zhang Yuze and said in a deep voice, "How can you say that? You've broken the rules here, and you're still acting like you're right? I think you're here to cause trouble."

Zhang Yuze had come here to cause trouble in the first place, so he naturally didn't care about right or wrong. He simply looked at the young man with a cold smile and said, "Even if I'm being unreasonable, what can you do about it?"