Shutting the door and heading downstairs, I happened to see Lin Shuyou with his left hand on a crutch and his right hand holding a thermos, probably just back from filling it at the hot water room.
Upon seeing Runsheng, Lin Shuyou's eyes brightened immediately.
At that moment, Tan Wenbin spoke, "Runsheng, feeling itchy to fight?"
Runsheng nodded, "The incense has burned out, I need to go fetch more from the room in the basement of the store."
"That's not what I was asking. Do you feel like sparring with someone?" Tan Wenbin said, glancing towards Lin Shuyou.
Lin Shuyou puffed out his chest proudly.
Runsheng shook his head. During the special training, he was fed moves and sparring by Uncle Qin and had been pinned to the ground by him time and again.
If before he only knew that Xiao Yuan hoped he could become the next Uncle Qin, now Uncle Qin's image had become solid in his mind.
