Lin Pingzhi had witnessed the cruelty of the world.
Naturally, he had shed some of his former innocence and wanted to work hard at his martial arts so that, in the future, he could protect his father, his mother, and his home.
Whenever he lay awake in bed at midnight, he would always be filled with such lofty ambitions.
Intermittent bursts of lofty ambition were something Ji Boying had often experienced in his previous life as well.
Unfortunately, he had never managed to persevere. He did not know whether Lin Pingzhi would be able to keep it up either.
On the very first day after making his vow, he got up late. It was not entirely his fault, though—he had tossed and turned too long the night before and gone to sleep late, so it was only natural that he lacked energy.
Whether he could persist in the future would depend on himself.
"I'm fine. I'm practicing."
"Practicing?"
Lin Pingzhi looked Ji Boying over in confusion.
He could not understand what kind of practice this was.
Three booklets lay scattered carelessly on the ground, with a pile of stones at Ji Boying's feet. He casually tossed stones with one hand while holding a book in the other, making marks and notes upon its pages.
Calling it martial practice made it look more like studying. But if one studied like that, the tutor might well smack his palm with a ruler.
Ji Boying noticed Lin Pingzhi studying him.
"Oh, are you interested in these martial arts? Come, come—pick whichever one you like."
Ji Boying casually pointed toward his feet, where the three manuals were laid out as though they were trash.
Lin Pingzhi had not looked closely yesterday, so he did not know what three manuals Ji Boying had found.
Seeing