Xiang Ming's eyes gleamed with excitement as he asked eagerly, "What's interesting?"
"Earlier, I said your horse stance was terrible, yet you insisted on arguing with me. Weren't you saying this old geezer is worthless? Now you need to make up for three hours."
"What?!" Xiang Ming exclaimed, his mouth agape with disbelief, and protested, "You tricked me! What's interesting about this?"
"Balancing a bowl of water on each fist and your head. If the water spills, you have to maintain a handstand for half an hour. Isn't that much more interesting than your previous exercise?"
"..."
In the end, with some feigned whining and stubbornness, Xiang Ming avoided practicing the horse stance, primarily because it was lunchtime.
Regarding what Xiang Ming might endure in the afternoon training, Lin Tian was quite curious.
At the lunch table, a feast was prepared, a gratitude banquet for the teacher from Xv Baiping for Xiang Ming.
But there was one person missing from the table, Mei Ruyan.
