"Really went to the training hall?" Yang Chuxia looked at his clothes, a white outfit, matching with Yangyang's black one.
But compared to Lele, Yangyang remained composed and didn't even break a sweat, while Lele seemed like he was about to collapse.
"You should really follow your brother's example." Yang Chuxia gave him a tug, "Your brother has never been like you, he says he'll persevere and he does. Look at you, your mother doesn't expect you to become a martial arts master, but at the very least, you should have some self-defense skills, right? Even if you can't defend yourself, at least it can keep you healthy."
"Mom, everyone has their own expertise." Lele took a sip of water and said, "I just don't like this. Oh, my legs hurt, oh, my back hurts. Mom, quickly, call a doctor to check on me, I must have strained something."
He felt that practicing martial arts was truly tough and needed to find a way to escape it.
