Teacher Xiao Hu looked extremely ill at ease, rubbing both hands back and forth over his thighs several times as if nervously.
He wanted to look, but seemed afraid to, sneaking a few furtive glances around.
"W...Who would have thought there'd be such an exquisitely decorated clinic in a place like this? It must have cost quite a lot..."
Even the chair looked expensive... The table too, and the teapot, and the cups.
He was even afraid he might damage something in the clinic's furnishings.
"They're all handmade products. The materials are easy to find in the suburbs, so they weren't very expensive." Boss Luo smiled faintly. "Teacher Xiao Hu, do you live nearby?"
Teacher Xiao Hu nodded. "Just a little farther ahead, not far..."
"Do you live alone?" Boss Luo asked casually.
Teacher Xiao Hu shook his head. "I'm currently sharing a place with someone else."
"Sharing a place?" Boss Luo blinked with some curiosity.
Teacher Xiao Hu scratched his head. "The cost of living in Huoyun City is too high. Someone like me, coming here from a village down below with no foundation... Well... you could say it's a way to cut costs."
"Are your injuries feeling better?" Boss Luo asked again.
"Much better..." Teacher Xiao Hu's lips moved as he gave a bleak smile. "Actually, I got used to it long ago. As a sparring instructor, you have to be tough and thick-skinned."
"Hmm..." Boss Luo thought for a moment. "Why did you choose this profession...? I mean, being a sparring instructor."
It sounded just like a conversation between ordinary friends. For a brief moment, Teacher Xiao Hu felt as if he were looking at an old classmate he had not seen in years.
They had happened to meet on the street, then sat down together, had