What did it feel like to ask your master about the dao of defense, only to have your master proposed to teach you the way of cooking and flexing?
Xiao Ze felt like killing himself.
He looked at An Lin with a helpless expression, and both of them fell silent as he discovered that his expression was also mirrored on An Lin's face.
"Er… Master, I think I'll work on perfecting my defense on my own." Xiao Ze forced a smile onto his face, but his heart was throbbing.
An Lin scratched his head as he looked at the delicate youth before him, and a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Wait! There's something I can teach you!"
Xiao Ze shot a glance at An Lin. "What is it? A vehicle-repair technique? Or a foreign language?"
An Lin's lips twitched upon hearing this. "Am I that kind of person?"
Xiao Ze didn't say anything in reply, but he provided an affirmative answer in his heart.
