"Grandpa Zephyr, Randall only just recovered from his injuries! Go easy on him, okay?"
Though she still held a grudge, the little girl cared about Randall after all.
At her words, Randall's eyes immediately brimmed with tears.
Christa, for that alone, I'll cover all your candy from now on!
Zephyr curled his lip and said:
"Relax. I know how far to go."
Before Randall could breathe a sigh of relief, Zephyr added ominously:
"His life definitely won't be in danger!"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Randall's temple.
If he understood correctly, did his teacher mean he would beat him within an inch of his life, as long as he didn't actually kill him?
"All right, enough chatter.
The sooner I finish beating you, the sooner you recover.
Once you recover, I can beat you again!"
Zephyr spoke with a sinister air.
Randall couldn't help swallowing.
"Well? Are you ready?"
Zephyr asked.
Though he was still angry with Randall, Zephyr cared about him.
Now, Randall stopped joking around.
He took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Not yet. Something seems to have changed in my body. I need some time to adjust."
Earlier, Christa and Zephyr had kept him distracted.
Only now, when he first turned his attention to his own condition, did he realize his body was different.
Seeing that Randall wasn't joking, concern appeared in Zephyr's eyes, and he quickly asked:
"What happened?"
Randall looked perfectly fine, but who knew whether something was wrong inside his body?
Randall smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Teacher Zephyr. My instincts tell me this should be a good thing."
Relieved, Zephyr stiffened his neck and curled his lip:
"Hmph! Who's worried? If nothing's wrong, hurry up and adjust! I'm still waiting to beat you!"
Randall smiled and shook his head. The