Zhao Rong looked at the shot putter before him and politely declined, "I'm sorry, but I'm just an ordinary student, not some master. I'm certainly not taking on any disciples."
As he spoke, Zhao Rong led his group toward a nearby classroom.
The shot putter chased after them, shouting, "Sir, please take me in! The only reason I came to the Sports College to train in shot put was to aim for the Olympics and win the championship!" He added desperately, "Sir, if that's not possible, could you at least let me join your team?"
Zhao Rong did not agree. He simply waved a hand at his assistant and said, "See our guest out."
Hearing this, the assistant stepped forward, pointed at the shot putter, and said, "Brother, your brow is dark with misfortune, and you have a lecherous look about you. It's clear you're a wicked person. Therefore, you aren't worthy of becoming Zhao Rong's disciple, nor can you join our team. Please leave."
