At night, in the martial arts arena in the virtual world's personal space, Xu Jingming sat at a stone table and wrote his notes.
To teach people around the world how to practice martial arts, my teaching is only a catalyst. It gives them a system to follow and a path to stick to. In the end, they have to rely on their own efforts and insights. Xu Jingming looked at his notebook.
Whoosh.
Li Miaomiao arrived at the martial arts arena and walked to the side. She gazed at the notebook and murmured, "Ninth class, spearmanship? Jingming, you are waiting until the ninth class to teach spearmanship?"
"My course only has nine classes," Xu Jingming said with a smile.
"A total of nine classes?" Li Miaomiao was surprised. "You're best at spearmanship, but you are only teaching it during the last class? What will you be teaching for the first eight classes?"
