Zhang Yuze nodded, his eyes gradually narrowing as if he had thought of something. He asked Duan Fei in a deep voice, "How much time is left before the competition?"
Duan Fei glanced at Zhang Yuze with some surprise, thought for a while, and then said helplessly, "It seems that the club competition will be in two months. However, this year's situation seems to be worse than in previous years. Although we got last place in the previous competition, we could at least gather enough people to participate. But this year's situation is even worse. We have fewer members than before. Even if I participate, we are still short two people! I'm afraid our martial arts club will become a laughing stock among these clubs this time."
Zhang Yuze frowned, patted Duan Fei on the shoulder, and comforted him, "There's always a way. I don't believe that our martial arts club is worse than those barbarians. Don't worry! I won't let that happen."
When Zheng Jie saw Zhang Yuze take his hand off the iron bar, she suddenly felt a chill. There was a dent in the iron bar where Zhang Yuze had gripped it. How much strength did that take! Zheng Jie looked at Zhang Yuze with even more disbelief in her eyes.
When Zhang Yuze saw the furnishings in the martial arts hall, he couldn't help but frown. It looked too old and worn out, and it seemed that none of the equipment necessary for a club was here. Zhang Yuze understood somewhat why the martial arts club was so deserted. People are visual creatures, and naturally they wouldn't be optimistic about this place if they saw the conditions here. That's understandable. Moreover, the sponsorship fee here is higher than other clubs, so it's no wonder that so few people join the martial arts club.
Seeming to sense Zhang Yuze's thoughts, Duan Fei sighed, shook his head, and said, "Other clubs have people sponsoring them, and they don't lack money to hire coaches. But our club can't do that! We are far behind them in terms of funding." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Yuze thoughtfully.
Although Zhang Yuze also noticed Duan Fei's thoughts, he certainly knew that Duan Fei was saying these things to him to get help from him. However, Zhang Yuze didn't feel disgusted by this. After all, it was true that the martial arts club's equipment was simple and crude. If he could help, he would definitely not refuse.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuze suddenly said to Duan Fei, "Isn't there any other place that can be used as a training ground here? Although this place is barely acceptable, it's too detrimental to our image, right?"
Duan Fei thought for a while and said, "It's not that there isn't. On the top floor of the club building, there is a relatively large room, but it seems that it is not open to the public unless we rent it."
"Oh! How much is it?" Zhang Yuze nodded and asked, looking at Duan Fei.
"Well! It seems to be 2,000! This price is the cheapest, but you also know the current situation of our club, and we simply can't afford this money. The most annoying thing is that other clubs clearly have the strength to rent that room, but no one rents it, because they know that if they rent it, it will free up space for us. They are clearly suppressing us by doing this." Duan Fei glanced at Zhang Yuze, his expression very angry.
