Zhao Le was silent for a long time and sighed, "Alright, I just hope you understand the cost of this refusal."
Zhang Xinglie smiled silently.
Zhao Le left, and Zhang Xinglie practiced late into the night as usual.
After practicing, he returned to his single dormitory, picked up his hand-copied second copy of "Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun, Volume Two," and read slowly.
The first hand-copied "Miscellaneous Collection of Zhao Dongjun" had already been worn out.
Evening in Rucheng.
Principal Lu connected a call from an old friend.
"Old Lu, what you said during the school affairs meeting today, is it true?"
"What if it's true, what if it's not?"
"If you announce it publicly at the commendation meeting, Xihai Martial Arts Academy will be in a difficult position."
"They can do it, and I can't say it?"
"That's how it's always been."
