So Much Free Labor!

Fang Ping had returned to his dormitory and was about to sit down to look at the club application forms when suddenly, there was a knock at his door.

Upon opening the door and seeing Fu Changding and the others, Fang Ping asked rather impatiently, "Now what do you want? I'm busy."

"Fang Ping, tell us the truth. Why did you establish the club?" Fu Changding asked in genuine curiosity. He added, "Don't worry, we promise we won't say a word to anyone else."　　

"I've already told you, it's because everyone has a common dream that we can fight for. What else do you want to know?"　　

"I'd be a fool if I believed you!" Fu Changding declared, then winked and added "Honestly, the abilities of your club are too weak. I took a look just now. There are only a few martial artists, and they are small fry, all things considered. 

"If you let us join, we can at least help you keep up appearances."

"Don't you have better things to do?" Fang Ping asked pointedly.