In the evening, Zhang Xiaohua was still practicing his boxing like in the morning, keeping a distance from He Tianshu and others.
However, Zhang Xiaohua found that he could still perform the boxing techniques he practiced in the morning. It seemed he couldn't forget them overnight.
Could something happen at night?
Or was his brain just too dull for deep rest?
For the first time, Zhang Xiaohua doubted himself.
Practicing boxing in the morning and evening, and assembling building blocks during the day, this was Zhang Xiaohua's happy life.
As Zhang Xiaohua was enjoying his comfortable life, a pair of eyes constantly observed him. It was none other than the one-armed Mr. Yu. His flying skills were so impressive that even He Tianshu might not have noticed him, let alone Zhang Xiaohua.
