Compared to Xu Qing's bouncing, Jiang He seemed more like she was flying, with a light and skillful leap, she hovered there, and then, mimicking Xu Qing, she playfully brushed her hair back, her movements spot on.
"Cool!"
Xu Qing finished clapping, scurried over to bounce the basketball back to Zhao Yu, picked up the vegetable basket, and headed home with Jiang He.
This volleyball, that football; if only the national team had such skill... What a pity that Jiang He is a girl.
"Have you considered opening a martial arts class? There's too much fake kung fu out there; if you teach the real stuff, I'm sure it'll be packed."
"Teach martial arts?"
"Yeah, not now, I'm asking about the future. Have you thought about it? It would be a real shame if Chinese kung fu were lost." Xu Qing found himself inexplicably thinking of Lin Chong.
The instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards.
