Zhang's Martial Arts School, the training arena.
"In life, one must cultivate the mind internally, and the body externally. Our Zhang-style boxing is just the same; it requires your full body coordination and a confident heart..."
As an instructor, one of Zhang Xinwu's responsibilities was to impart the philosophy of Zhang-style boxing to the students.
Zhang Xinwu spoke passionately on the stage, but the students below didn't seem to be absorbing the lesson at all.
It could be said that, except for Zhang Wei, no one else was listening.
Zhang Wei even noticed that they were a bit impatient.
No mistake about it, these students were really impatient. Some even had their eyes closed, catching up on sleep.
Standing next to Zhang Wei was a man with glasses, who looked quite refined, but his eyes occasionally glanced at Zhang Xinwu's chest under her practice clothes, his expression rather lewd.
