Zhang Xiaohua walked towards the dining hall with joy. The harvest of this morning was huge, and it was the most fulfilling and important morning since he started practicing his boxing skills.
Everything seemed to hint at a great future, just missing the final touch.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Zhang Xiaohua. He was startled and quickly stopped. Once he saw the person clearly, he patted his chest with lingering fear and said, "Mr. Yu, your flying skills are impressive, but there's no need to show off in front of me like that. As the saying goes, scaring people can kill them! You appeared out of nowhere; good thing my heart is strong."
Mr. Yu frowned and said, "How's your messy boxing skill coming along?"
Zhang Xiaohua was taken aback and shouted, "Mr. Yu, that's my private business! Why are you peeking? If you want to watch, just tell me. If you don't say anything and secretly watch, it will hurt my feelings. I'm going to report you to the Manor Master."
