Brother Cheng looked at Zhang Erlai in surprise. "I've told you before to train with us, build up that frame of yours. Didn't you say you didn't need to, that being quick-witted was enough? What made you suddenly change your mind?"
"Ahem." Zhang Erlai coughed. "Well, um, I think it's better to have some fighting skills for critical moments. Otherwise, you end up like today—tied up and helpless with no chance to even fight back."
"Hey, that's not it, is it, Er Lai?" one of the young men said with a chuckle, noticing the tips of Zhang Erlai's ears had turned red. "Don't tell me you've fallen for the girl who saved you. You're afraid she'll think you're a wimp, so you want to train up, right?"
"No, of course not," Zhang Erlai denied stubbornly, but his ears only grew redder.
"Hahaha, still won't admit it? Your ears are beet red!" another young man roared with laughter.
Zhang Erlai: "..."
Finally, Zhang Erlai just admitted it. "Alright, so I have a crush on her. So what?"
