"Uncle Zhang, I'm ready!"
Seeing Chen Rourou sincerely strike a Horse Stance, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but smile slightly.
Then he walked over and began adjusting Chen Rourou's posture.
In no time, using his own experience from practicing the Horse Stance before, he positioned Chen Rourou into a perfectly squared large Horse Stance.
Zhang Beixing took two steps back, sized her up, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, perfect. Just maintain this for three minutes, okay? If you can hold on, we'll consider today's issue settled. I won't ask anyone about it, and even if I find out later, I won't hold you responsible for anything. How's that?"
Hearing his words, at first, Chen Rourou secretly wondered if Zhang Beixing had changed, showing her such kindness.
But as time slowly passed, half a minute went by. Feeling intense discomfort in various parts of her body, Chen Rourou realized how naive her previous thoughts had been.
