Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“Beep, authorized. Beginner-VIP- Mr. Harry, please enter,” the familiar female cybernetic voice sounded in the room, and Mu Fan, who had an acute hearing, stopped. He was chopping downward with the strength training hammer, and it stopped steadily five centimeters above the ground in mid-air. The heavy airflow created by the heavy mass expanded outward in waves.
“What? I’m only a Beginner-VIP? What kind of joke is this? I’m going to skycom Uncle Wu!” Chubby Harry who had already lifted one of his feet got mad from the cybernetic voice for some reason. What the heck? I, Brother Chubby, am someone with status!
As a Silver 1-star god-like player in Fantasy Mode on the PO Battle Network and a self-proclaimed fashion leader of a noble academy, how could this Budokan treat Master Chubby like this on his first day here?
“Sorry, Sir. Because your identity wasn’t mentioned and the membership card of the Budokan wasn’t shown when reserving a training room, the highest-level one that we could book was a Beginner-VIP training room. I apologize deeply for the inconvenience, and I hope you can understand,” the female receptionist who had just swiped the ID card at the door explained and bowed immediately upon hearing him.
Having seen the nice attitude of this pretty receptionist, the pacifist Chubby Harry was feeling kind again. I shouldn’t have scolded this pretty lady.
He replied, “Nevermind; I’ll get an Advanced-VIP next time. I’ll get my butler to contact you if you need anything from me.”
I am such a kind person, Chubby Harry thought as his other foot stepped into the training room.
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In VIP training room No. 9 on the second floor, two people were having a stare-off.
Mu Fan had just come out from the strength training room, and his short hair in the front was stuck on his forehead from the sweat. He stood there quietly, but his eyes were like that of a leopard as he stared at the chubby boy in front of him.
Meanwhile, Chubby Harry was expressionless, not even blinking. He was trying to put his skycom onto the wooden stand to his side, and he froze at this moment. It was no joke that anyone would get scared to death if they walked in and saw a boy standing there like a ghost and staring at them.
In the end, Chubby Harry couldn’t stand the atmosphere and asked, “Who are you?”
The atmosphere seemed to have calmed down once he opened his mouth.
“Mu Fan, the practice partner,” Mu Fan continued to stare at the chubby boy before him as he said cautiously. It felt like his words were too expensive to be used.
“Phew, you almost scared me to death. I thought you were sent by someone who hates me to beat me. I’ll go and change now, wait for me,” Chubby Harry sighed in relief as he hung his jacket up and grabbed a cyan high-level training suit as he walked into the change room on the side.
“How’s this going to work with you as my practice partner? You look too skinny, far inferior to me – Brother Chubby. Can you take any hits?” Chubby Harry stood in front of Mu Fan. Even though he wasn’t as tall as Mu Fan, he raised his chin as much as possible, and he looked impressive as he was three times the size of Mu Fan’s.
“You hit, and I defend,” Mu Fan said concisely as he stared at the chubby boy with alertness in his eyes. He recalled that Jereff had said in the cafeteria that those with a big appetite must be badasses. This person looks like someone who can eat a lot based on his body type. Therefore, I must take caution.
Chubby Harry’s eyes suddenly brightened up! This little brother knows me well! The way that he looks at me and the alertness in his eyes are the same when I look at those bullies in class when we are in the combat class! Did he realize that I, Brother Chubby, is a master?
“Ahem… Ahem…” Chubby Harry cleared his throat as he lowered his chin and pretended to be tough. He said, “You can tell that I’m a hidden master, right? Let’s start then.” Chubby Harry planned to warm-up first, but he decided that he was going to skip the warm-up as he walked towards the combat platform with his hands behind his back. He thought that he was truly like a master. I will go easy on this skinny practice partner.
“Did you know that I’m already at standard level-8 at my young age? Don’t worry, I’ll go a bit easy on you.” For someone who was afraid of their kid being too skinny, like Harry’s dad, it would make sense that Harry’s physique was pushed from level-5 to level-8 with all sorts of high-end genetic cultivation technology and expensive nutrients cabinets.
Mu Fan nodded and stepped onto the combat platform as he put on the strike pads on his arms and bent his body into a defensive position.
Chubby Harry nodded as he was satisfied by how Mu Fan treated him like a strong opponent. This nervous attitude fits my presence! Just for this attitude, he should be tipped! I will give him 500 star coins later as the tip! That much money is only one night’s maintenance fee for my ‘Lemon Balloon’ anyways.
Chubby Harry stepped onto the combat platform, and the airflow generated from his 100 kg of weight was clearly different from what Mu Fan generated with his body type.
“Hey! Ha!” Chubby Harry swung his arms and legs around as he had sat in the hover vehicle for too long, and he wanted to teach Mu Fan an unforgettable lesson. “Don’t worry, I won’t be too hard on you!”
“Aha!” Chubby Harry twisted half of his body as he swung his arm and threw a punch. The force made the fat on his body tremble and stretch in the opposite direction.
Thud!
After a short thud, a howl sounded as if a pig was being slaughtered. “It hurts so much!”
Mu Fan stared at the chubby boy in front of him who forgot to put on boxing gloves, and he was at a loss for words. He didn’t feel any impact when the chubby boy punched him.
“Did you not have lunch?” Mu Fan asked out of goodwill as he thought that the chubby boy didn’t eat and therefore didn’t have any energy.
Chubby Harry, who was holding his fist and jumping up and down from the pain, flushed red in an instant as he felt like he was seriously humiliated by his practice partner. He clenched his teeth as he grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and put them on before he threw out his second punch with his head lowered.
“Aha!” It was no surprise that Harry couldn’t put down Mu Fan as the latter could even withstand Jereff and Man Kun’s punches. Chubby Harry looked up as he thought that he used all of his force, and he saw that the strike pads didn’t move at all in front of him, and Mu Fan’s eyes were now filled with curiosity instead of alertness.
Chubby Harry’s face flushed red again as he threw out a series of straight punches. Then, he bent down and propped himself up by resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He looked up again, and Mu Fan stood there unmoved like before, except that he stared at Harry with affirmativeness instead of curiosity.
He definitely didn’t have a fulfilling lunch! Mu Fan thought to himself firmly.
“Kid, why are you here as a practice partner?” Chubby Harry was out of energy, and he felt that Mu Fan was purposely trying to play with him.
“I need to earn money for an optical computer,” Mu Fan answered without any hesitation.
“What?” Harry was surprised. With his age, I can’t even do anything to him since he is too strong. He shouldn’t only be a practice partner.
“I could give you 500 star coins as the tip; do you want it?” Chubby Harry suddenly stood up and asked seriously.
“Of course!” Mu Fan answered without any hesitation nor embarrassment.
“Stand still, and fall when I punch you,” Harry said and instantly threw out a punch when he saw Mu Fan blanking out from his words.
Mu Fan cooperated and fell backward as he thought to himself, This chubby boy is such a nice person. Thus, he even pushed with his feet to throw himself into mid-air before smashing onto the ground as he pretended to be punched away.
“Pro… Professional!” Harry’s eyes widened as he said, “I’ll give you your tips once the session is done and I leave here.”
“Thank you!” Mu Fan stood up immediately and thanked Harry; the sincerity couldn’t be faked.
Chubby Harry rubbed his chin that had no beard yet as he asked suddenly, “What’s your PO Battle Network ID?”