Zuo Xiaoduo clutched his scalp, his face contorted with pain.
"How many times now?" Wen Xingtian asked.
"I'm about to start the ninth," Zuo Xiaoduo said, then added miserably, "Almost halfway there."
About to start the ninth?
Wen Xingtian suddenly felt as though his ears had stopped working. He coughed and said, "You still need to keep at it."
"I've started my first compression too," Li Chenglong said. "The process really hurts..."
Zhongzhong had been practicing with Zuo Xiaoduo all this time, and his progress had been swift as well. As their close contact continued day after day, he increasingly felt that the icy-cold qi channels inside his body were almost completely thawed.
But precisely because of that, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Zuo Xiaoduo's elusive comings and goings over the past two days.
He didn't even have a backrest to lean against while practicing anymore!
"You two mustn't slack off. Everyone else is working themselves to death!"
Wen Xingtian warned, "It's not just our class working hard. The students in the other classes are all cultivating like their lives depend on it too. Your starting points are comparable, and at your current levels, other teachers can provide the same help I can. Some are even more attentive than I am."
"Don't disgrace me and make me lose face at the freshman tournament after the first full month."
Zuo Xiaoduo promised confidently, "Teacher Wen, don't worry! No matter what, we'll get you up on the wall bare-assed and let you show off that big face of yours!"
"Pfft! Hahahaha..."
Li Chenglong couldn't help clutching his stomach and bursting into laughter.
Wen Xingtian's expression, however, went from sunny to overcast.
That evening, he put Zuo Xiaoduo through a brutal workout!
At nine, Wen Xingtian left.
Tonight, he still had to visit