"Chenzhou, you're still training?"
Liu Huan had just reported to the teacher's office, and passing by the training field, he found that only Lu Chenzhou was still practicing on the playground.
"I'm almost done. Class monitor, you should rest early."
"Mm, Martial Arts cultivation needs relaxation and tension in balance. Overdoing it won't help."
Liu Huan gave this advice sincerely.
"Yeah, I understand."
Lu Chenzhou smiled slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Liu Huan felt complicated inside.
"Transfer students all seem like this."
Mainly, their innate talent isn't great, so they can only make it up with effort.
Lu Chenzhou returned to his dorm. In Martial Arts High School, everyone had a room to themselves—the space wasn't big, but it was several times larger than his own bedroom at home, and also had all sorts of training equipment.
"This is so nice."
Lu Chenzhou continued practicing Heavenly Pile.
