Tang Li Yue discovered very quickly that teaching people was troublesome.
It's not that it was impossible. It was not even particularly difficult.
It was just...troublesome. There was a difference.
The morning after she informed Lu Chengran that his training would involve pain, she rose before dawn with the solemn determination of a reborn starving ghost about to partake in an imperial feast.
Her weak noodle body disagreed, of course. What else can you expect from a noodle?
Her legs ached and her arms complained.
Her back had tons of questions and her lungs behaved like delicate porcelain bowls being knocked around by a careless servant.
Tang Li Yue ignored all of them.
Pain was merely information. Unpleasant information, yes, but still information. As long as it did not kill her, cripple her, contaminate her clothes, or force her to sleep on cardboard again, she could endure.
Probably. Double thinking about the sleeping on cardboard part though.
