"Chuan'er, I suggest you teach everyone that National Obligatory Basic Fist Art you used to toy with Fatty!"
Everyone chattered around Meng Chuan as he seriously demonstrated Cannon Fist several times for them to study.
Meng Chuan taught for quite a while. With his understanding of Cannon Fist, coupled with Teacher Luo's constant instruction day after day, even casually letting a little slip was enough for the martial arts school students to digest for a long time.
He wanted to ask how things were going with Liu Ru.
"You all practice on your own first."
Meng Chuan stepped aside to make a call. A moment later, it was answered.
"Are you okay, Sister Ru?"
There was a long silence on the other end. After a moment—
"I'm fine."
Meng Chuan did not know what to say next. Hearing that nothing had happened to Liu Ru put him at ease.
Though he could not truly feel what she felt, right now, it seemed that anything he said would only sound like empty consolation.
Liu Ru said faintly, "Little Meng, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
"Alright. Go home early, Sister Ru."
He did not mention the celebration banquet that evening. Saying something like that to her would be no different from rubbing salt into a wound. It would be far too tactless.
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Time slowly slipped by amid fists and kicks.
For the entire afternoon, Meng Chuan taught the students Cannon Fist. Since his mastery of Cannon Fist was nearly at the limit-break stage, teaching them was as easy as taking something out of his pocket.
Whenever they encountered confusion during practice, a few words of guidance from Meng Chuan could make everyone suddenly see the light.
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