Zhang Xiaohua was horrified. What kind of person was this? Not only did he fail to encourage others to better themselves, he would not even let them practice a fist art. Then what was he keeping him around for?
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's baffled expression, He Tianshu lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know what I did last night?"
Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "Since you did not go to Zui Xiang Lou, you must have stayed in your room. Could it be that you watched that all night?"
By the end, Zhang Xiaohua had also resorted to euphemism.
He Tianshu smiled. "That's right. Didn't you notice the bloodshot in my eyes? I watched it the entire night. It truly was the finest of the fine, beyond criticism. I've lived more than half my life and never felt this good before. To see it even once was enough to make this life worthwhile."
Zhang Xiaohua beamed. "It was really that good? Then I have to take a proper look too."
He Tianshu shot him a glare. "You're still young. Don't be in such a hurry. Wait until I've had my fill, then I'll give it to you."
"It's a deal. The moment you finish, you give it to me." Zhang Xiaohua still refused to let the matter go.
He Tianshu glanced around and said, "Enough. There are too many people here; it's not convenient to talk. Hurry up and eat. Once you're done, come to my room. I'll show it to you and let you have your fill too."
Urged on by He Tianshu, Zhang Xiaohua ate the fastest breakfast he had had since entering Huanxi Mountain Villa. Then, beneath the puzzled gazes of Nie Xiao Er and the others, the two hurried away.
When they returned