That guy Fu Xi is robust, with thick skin and flesh. Every time he provokes Xi Rubao, getting beaten up by her, he always solemnly salutes and says some nonsense—"Again" or "Too soft," which makes her furious.
Thinking back on it now, maybe knowing that he's dust and gone, I'm not so angry anymore, and I actually find those silly antics a bit amusing.
In the whole world, besides that person, no one has ever dared to say the Ancestor's fists are soft, oh.
With one casual retort from Xi Rubao, Instructor Yan's face flushed even more, feeling that his authority was challenged again.
The situation from yesterday, where he was embarrassed, was still fresh in his mind. Today, he really couldn't tolerate this girl!
"What's the point of just talking? If you have the skills, like classmate Xiao Hong, send the sofa flying!" He sneered.
