Zhao Cheng's assessment of this was: lust at first sight.
If he hadn't sobered up yet, he definitely would have felt that this was love. But now that he was clear-eyed about the world, he no longer dreamed such dreams.
There were countless beautiful girls in the world, but none of them had anything to do with him, Zhao.
That was why, so often, people's pain and troubles came from being too clear-eyed.
If one wasn't clear-eyed, then one would dare to dream any dream. At least for a few fleeting moments, one would be very happy.
For example, when imagining where he and her would be buried together in the future.
Still, Zhao Cheng felt somewhat dazed. Some people seemed to be born standing in the light, while others struggled in darkness all their lives—lives forever misaligned.
Fortunately, he was not the sort who liked to moan over imaginary ailments. That mood quickly faded.
Since it was Yan Sisi's first day at work and she had no regular students yet, she stayed at the gym all afternoon. At this swordsmanship gym, instructors with regular students worked by appointment: instructors and students arranged times in advance, allowing them to set their own hours.
As far as Zhao Cheng was concerned, having one more or one fewer instructor at the gym made little difference. But he noticed that some of the relatively young, single instructors were all "volunteering for overtime."
Indeed, for a Swordsman, if they were willing to lower their standards, finding a relatively good match was no challenge at all. But finding someone on roughly equal footing was much harder.
Around dinnertime that afternoon, Zhao Cheng vaguely overheard people gossiping that the new instructor who had arrived today was not only formidable herself, but came from an even more