Shen Bing ignored the bewildered fellow and strolled toward his villa.
Before he had gone a hundred meters, Shen Bing suddenly heard strange footsteps behind him.
He looked back and saw the young man he had just kicked flying limping after him, looking like an injured rooster.
"What? Haven't had enough of a beating?" Shen Bing asked, deliberately putting on a stern face.
To his surprise, the guy dropped to his knees with a thud. "Master, please take me as your disciple! I'll wait on you hand and foot and stay by your side. All I ask is that you teach me a move or two. I..."
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Shen Bing cut him off immediately. "Are you nuts? What's all this master and disciple crap? Get up, or people will think we're filming something."
"No! I won't get up unless you agree." The guy was surprisingly stubborn.
Shen Bing rolled his eyes. "Damn it, kneel there all you want, then!"
With that, Shen Bing ignored the clown and walked away.
The guy was instantly bewildered. Why wasn't this going the way it was supposed to?
"Wait! Master!" He quickly recovered, got up, and chased after him.
Shen Bing looked utterly defeated. Should I reply, "Wukong, stop following me!"?
Dismissing that ridiculous thought, Shen Bing spun around to face him. "Are you ever going to quit? Believe me, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!"
The guy lifted his chin. "I would die without regret for the cause of Martial Arts!"
Damn it, this guy must have been a clown in his last life, because he sure as hell was one in this life.
What was he supposed to do with someone who stuck to him like a rash? Shen Bing really wanted to ask whether