Time slipped by slowly amid fists and footwork.
An entire afternoon.
Meng Chuan spent it teaching the students Pao Fist. His mastery of the style was nearly at the limit, so teaching them was a piece of cake.
Whenever they had a question about some part of the routine, a few words of guidance from Meng Chuan would make everything click.
"Why does it feel like Senior Brother teaches better than Instructor Liu? I get it, I get it!"
"Hahaha, so this is One Cannon, Two Booms! I've got it!"
Meng Chuan moved around the training ground, watching the students' movements. The moment he spotted something wrong, he went over to correct them.
"When you set up the cannon, your left hand has to rise above your head and stay planted there!"
"You're holding it so low. When you move in a fight, won't you block your own eyes?"
As Meng Chuan made his rounds, he didn't just offer verbal advice whenever he noticed a problem with a student's technique.
Some students were a little slow on the uptake and had trouble understanding his verbal instructions, so Meng Chuan would step in and teach them hands-on.
"Senior Brother, why does my Pao Fist feel so weak?"
Meng Chuan answered:
"You're only using your arms. Your waist is the core of your power."
"Come on, I'll steady you. Pay close attention to how it feels."
The student's face was bashful, though a hint of glee was tucked beneath it.
Meng Chuan seriously placed a hand on his waist so he could feel how the power came from it.
When they were done, the student blushed and said softly:
"Senior Brother, you're so amazing~"
Seeing this, Wang Yue swayed his hips at Meng Chuan and put on a sweet, high-pitched voice:
"Senior