At 8:10 a.m., Wang Yu appeared in the president's office, lethargic from yawning, slowly practicing Taichi.
Taichi is about using softness to overcome hardness, its cleverness lies in using force to fight force, lifting a weight as if it were a feather. Despite its movements looking very slow, each one is actually connected, with hidden lethality.
Without a doubt, Wang Yu had slowed down to an extreme today; perhaps, even an eighty-year-old with high blood pressure would move faster than him.
Of course, his thorough understanding of the essence of Taichi was inseparable from Lin Xi. Without Lin Xi's cooperation, he would not have been able to engage in the exercise of procreation twice in one hour.
About ten minutes later, Wang Yu stopped and sat down on the couch, stretching out his hand to wipe his forehead. Looking at the sweat in his palm, he had to admit his body had become frail.
After a brief rest, Wang Yu stood up and walked outside.
