Zhang Ye acknowledged and did not tell anyone that he knew Taiji Fist. “I’m exercising everyday now. Running, push-ups, etc. Right, when are you going to teach me the Eight Trigram Palms?” Back then, Rao Aimin had easily bent a pair of pure iron scissors with her bare hands had taken Zhang Ye aback too greatly. It was said to be called hidden force? As for the details, Zhang Ye was not very sure. He always wanted to learn it.
Rao Aimin did not even look at him and poured some tea for herself. “You lack the talent and are too old. You won’t be able to learn it even if I teach you. Do your running instead.”
Zhang Ye smacked his lips. “How do you know I won’t be able to learn it without teaching me?”
Chenchen interrupted. “Zhang Ye, I’ll teach you, but you need to do my homework for me.”
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. “Your Uncle Zhang is a famous writer. You want me to do your homework? I can’t afford to lose such face. Even if I do it for you, will your teacher even dare face it?”
Chenchen noticed that he was boasting again, and let out a laugh. “Hur Hur.”