The people of Nanshan Class gloated, "Heh heh, what's the use of that trashy East Sea Class engaging in superstitious activities? It's not as powerful as a charm from Brother Xin!"
Fang Yumei and Wang Xin were both pleased and couldn't hide their joy.
On the playground.
The people of East Sea Class seriously followed Zuzi in practicing.
It looked like meditation, but they would occasionally get up and make some movements; it seemed like Tai Chi, but each gesture was decidedly different from the slow Tai Chi, with forceful wind between moves, quite imposing.
Wu Minghao glanced suspiciously at those guys laughing and joking in the distance, "Little Ancestor, why are they holding a piece of tattered paper and laughing like fools?"
Without lifting an eyelid, Zuzi replied lightly, "Focus on your breathing techniques, the rhythm!"
Wu Minghao held his breath, yow!
