Shen Fangli could see it now: Yan Xianjue really loved getting right in people's faces and rubbing it in.
And he truly didn't think there was anything wrong with practicing Tai Chi at a Buddhist site.
"It's just a form of exercise." Yan Xianjue was completely justified in his defense.
"There's nothing wrong with what Yan Xianjue said. The uncles and aunties downstairs from my place practice Tai Chi sword in the park every day."
"I don't think the location is wrong. I think their ages are wrong. I thought this scene would only happen at least forty years from now."
"...Then they've avoided forty years of detours. That's pretty good."
Yan Shan stood outside the camera frame with her arms crossed, her feelings somewhat complicated.
When Grandpa taught them Tai Chi back then, had he ever imagined Yan Xianjue would use it to teach his girlfriend?
Shen Fangli actually had pretty good athletic coordination. After all, she had learned tennis since childhood. She was only a little inferior to Yan Xianjue.
Yet among this group of high school students her age, she was unexpectedly the fastest at learning by imitation.
At the very least, her movements were already starting to look convincing.
Lü Hui suddenly realized something was off. "Wait, wasn't Yan Xianjue supposed to be teaching Shen Fangli? Why do we have to follow along too?"
Lei Xuan rolled his eyes. Wasn't it because Yan Xianjue thought their physical fitness was lacking, so he had assigned them to exercise alongside Shen Fangli?
The company gym had practically become the most cost-effective facility in the whole company, with an extremely high daily usage rate.
Ji Xi summed up the company's fitness requirements, then said, "Actually, I don't know why you guys have to join in either."
Good: "..."
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