Zhang Xiaohua walked toward the dining hall with joy in his heart. The gains from this morning had been enormous; it had also been the fullest, most important morning since he began practicing boxing.
Everything heralded a bright future. All that was missing was the final east wind.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before Zhang Xiaohua. He jumped in fright and hurriedly stopped. Once he saw who it was, he patted his chest in lingering fear. "Old Yu, your lightness skill may be impressive, but there's no need to show it off in front of me like this, is there? As the ancients said, people can scare people to death. You appeared and vanished like a ghost—good thing my heart is strong."
Old Yu pulled a long face. "How is that messy boxing style of yours coming along?"
Zhang Xiaohua froze, then shouted, "Old Yu, that's my privacy! How could you peep at me? If you wanted to watch, you could have told me. If you didn't tell me, how was I supposed to know you wanted to watch? Sneaking around to watch without saying anything really hurts my feelings. I'm going to complain to the Manor Lord about you."
Old Yu curled his lip. "With those error-riddled moves of yours, I wouldn't even bother looking if you performed them right in front of me. Peeping? I don't have that kind of spare time."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "If you didn't watch, how did you know I was practicing boxing? And that it was a mess?"
Old Yu said, "You hide under that tree practicing boxing every day as if no one could see you. Everyone knows you can't remember an entire set of boxing moves; they're just too embarrassed to say it. Did you think I had no ears?"
Zhang Xiaohua