"What's the point of practicing something you can't do?" Zhao Cheng'an retorted, "I never do things I can't do, just like when I was studying—I didn't understand it, so I didn't learn it. Even if my parents beat me, I wouldn't learn it."
Qin Huai: ...?
What kind of spirit is this? To have developed such a personality, buddy, you're way too carefree.
In this light, Master Zhou really has a good temper, to be Zhao Cheng'an's master for so many years and still resist the urge to beat him. Sure, Zhao Cheng'an has talent, but Master Zhou's tolerance is another matter.
Qin Huai couldn't help himself and turned to ask Tan Wei'an, who was eager to join the conversation but didn't dare to speak openly, only eavesdropping while pretending to be kneading dough but making a mess of it: "Does he always talk like this?"
Qin Huai vaguely remembered that Zhao Cheng'an didn't speak like this a few days ago. When the four of them chatted, Zhao Cheng'an was a bit jumpy but not this unrestrained.
