"You're throwing your punches from too high an angle. Lower them a little—that'll give you more power."
"You're keeping your legs too close together. Spread them a bit."
"Your stance needs adjusting too. Don't face your opponent straight on; keep your body angled a little."
"..."
Saturday, four in the afternoon, at Shen Qinghan's home.
After finishing his workout at home, Lin Zichen came over to give Shen Qinghan some intensive training, patiently coaching her in martial arts.
Shen Qinghan studied with complete focus, doing exactly as Lin Zichen instructed.
Once he felt he'd corrected most of her mistakes, Lin Zichen said to her:
"Come on, let's put it into practice. Attack me with everything you've got."
"Okay, here I come."
As soon as she spoke, Shen Qinghan drove off hard with her legs and charged at Lin Zichen.
She knew exactly how strong Lin Zichen was, so she held nothing back and attacked at full force.
"Smack!"
Lin Zichen caught her punch and gave an approving nod. "Not bad. Your punching angle is right on target, and you're putting a lot more power into it than before."
"Smack!"
Lin Zichen caught her sweeping leg and patiently corrected her. "Your sweeping kick is off. Don't keep your legs so close together before you kick. Spread them a little."
"Come on, do it again with the same move, the way I just showed you."
"Okay."
"Smack! Smack! Smack..."
A flurry of blows and kicks rang out.
Before they knew it, more than two hours had passed.
After training for so long, Shen Qinghan was utterly exhausted. She sat on the floor, panting, drenched in sweat.
But she didn't feel worn out at all. Instead, she felt wonderfully fulfilled.
After more than two hours of intensive training with Lin Zichen, she could