Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 363: Using the title of top scholar for marketing!

Ye Fan stood there, staring at the sudden "spectacle" before him, his lips twitching involuntarily, his heart filled with speechless disbelief.

"..."

He never imagined that his title of "top scholar" would one day be used as a "recruitment gimmick" in this way!

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating Ye Fan's handsome face, which was filled with helplessness. It also lit up the "Top Scholar" banner that was being quickly unfurled and prepared to be hung high in front of the martial arts club's booth, soon to become the focus of the entire event.

Amidst the noisy "Battle of the Hundred Regiments," another scene has emerged that is both laughable and absurd.

Tang Hao gripped Ye Fan's hand tightly, shaking it enthusiastically up and down, his face beaming with a sincere smile: "Haha, look at my head, I was just too happy! Let me formally introduce myself, my name is Tang Hao, the current vice president of the martial arts club. I'm basically in charge of everything inside and outside the club. Ye Fan, a warm welcome to our martial arts club!"

His hands were broad and strong, covered with calluses, clearly the marks left by years of martial arts practice.

Ye Fan smiled and shook hands in return: "Nice to meet you, Senior Tang."

Tang Hao released his hand, his smile still there, but with a hint of embarrassment. He rubbed his hands together and said somewhat awkwardly, "Um... Ye Fan, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you. You see, our club hasn't been doing very well these past two years, and we're having trouble recruiting new members. If this continues, the school might really revoke our club status."

He pointed to the bustling recruitment site outside and sighed.

He mustered his courage, his eyes pleading and hopeful: "So we'd like to borrow your prestigious title of 'top scorer in the college entrance exam' to do some publicity. What do you think? We could just hang up a banner so more people know you've joined! We promise we won't cause you any trouble and won't misuse your name!"

He added eagerly, "Of course, we won't use it for free! Your club fees will be waived! And...and..."

He was stumped, unable to think of any other "benefits" he could offer the top scholar, and scratched his head in frustration.

Seeing Tang Hao's honest yet somewhat flustered expression, Ye Fan felt that this senior was quite sincere, so he smiled and took the initiative to defuse the situation, saying, "And how about adding another barbecue?"

Tang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then a huge, relieved smile spread across his face. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "No problem! Absolutely no problem! Don't just say one meal, I'll take care of ten! Leave it to me!"

He patted his chest and made a bold and confident promise, his cheerful spirit was very infectious.

Ye Fan smiled inwardly, his impression of this somewhat "simple-minded" but sincere and enthusiastic vice president improved even more.

"Senior, just call me Ye Fan from now on, don't be so polite," Ye Fan said.

"Okay! Ye Fan!" Tang Hao readily agreed, grinning. "Don't call me 'senior' anymore, it sounds too formal. Just call me Tang Hao! We're only a year or two apart, we're the same age!"

He was originally worried that Ye Fan, a "top scholar," would be difficult to approach, but he didn't expect the other party to be so easygoing, which suited his temperament perfectly!

With Ye Fan's approval, Tang Hao immediately turned around and shouted to the members outside who were still fiddling with the banner, "Brothers! It's done! The banner can be hung up!"

A burst of excited echoes came from behind.

"Come on, let me show you our 'headquarters'!" Tang Hao greeted Ye Fan warmly, leading him through a small door behind the recruitment area to the martial arts club's private training hall.

Upon entering, a distinctive smell, a mixture of sweat, leather, and a faint trace of disinfectant, hits you.

The venue is quite large, but it looks rather old.

Under the bright overhead light:

Long, polished leg press bars are fixed to the walls on both sides, with dumbbells of different sizes neatly arranged below them, ranging from small to large, and some dumbbell plates even showing mottled rust marks on the edges.

In the center of the stadium stood a row of heavy sandbags. The leather on the surface of the sandbags was worn, revealing the filling inside, clearly indicating that they had been hit many times.

In the outermost area, a standard wooden arena was set up, surrounded by red elastic ropes, and the canvas in the center of the arena showed signs of wear.

At the innermost part against the wall was a huge, somewhat rough wooden shelf, on which various weapons were arranged in categories: long and short sticks, wooden swords, red-tasseled spearheads, and even some strange weapons, which, though unsharpened, were simple in form and exuded a cold aura.

Ye Fan looked around and understood.

This martial arts club seems to cover a wide range of topics, including fist and foot techniques (Sanda, boxing), weapon routines, and even traditional martial arts.

Although the equipment isn't brand new or luxurious, it has all the necessary hardcore gear, exuding a pragmatic, professional vibe.

Tang Hao jogged over to the water dispenser to pour Ye Fan a glass of water. As he handed it to him, he asked with a mixture of curiosity and envy, "Ye Fan, I'm quite curious. With so many clubs full of pretty girls, why did you choose our 'Monk's Temple'? Did you practice martial arts before? Or are you genuinely interested in martial arts?"

He pointed to the cold, impersonal equipment.

Ye Fan took the water glass and replied simply, "I've had a little bit of experience with this before. Mainly, I feel I need to work on my body. This place looks pretty 'hardcore,' which suits me perfectly."

He spoke frankly, his gaze sweeping over the sandbags and the ring, a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Oh? You've practiced a little?" Tang Hao's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this, filled with the excitement of discovering a "like-minded person."

He had just noticed that Ye Fan had a tall and upright posture and walked steadily, which didn't seem like someone who had no foundation at all.

He rubbed his hands together, eagerly suggesting, "Why don't we try it out now? It'll be a good opportunity to warm up and let me see your foundation so I can better plan the training content later."

He pointed to the row of sandbags in the center: "Or how about we go straight to the ring and have a go?"

His eyes gleamed with a desire to spar.

"Sure, no problem. I'd like to stretch my muscles too." Ye Fan put down his water glass and readily agreed, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He really wanted to know how much of his strength could be brought into actual combat with this optimized body after his rebirth, combined with the scattered fighting memories from his previous life.

Strength, speed, reaction time... all need a real benchmark to measure them.

The vice president in front of me, who comes from a martial arts background, is undoubtedly a good litmus test.

Tang Hao grinned: "Alright! That's great! Let's warm up first, and then... punching bag or ring, you choose!"

He flexed his wrists and ankles, looking eager to get started.

In the empty training hall, the atmosphere quietly became focused and full of tension.