Why couldn't she relax? Because he was Chen Jingyuan. She would be afraid.
This fear was not just the nervousness that came with actively approaching someone of high status, it was more about Liang Weining being afraid of not being able to maintain her guard, of harboring feelings that she shouldn't have.
Her career was not yet established, and her mind was already filled with all sorts of thoughts. This was not her style.
Liang Weining collected herself and listened intently as the man explained the techniques of swinging a club—keeping the head and body stable and balanced, not rotating or leaning excessively, which would help improve accuracy and ensure that beginners didn't come away empty-handed, damaging their confidence.
She was very smart and learned quickly.
In just a few minutes, the tension eased from the man in front of her. His wrists were flexible, though lacking in strength—something that would improve with more practice time and couldn't be achieved overnight.
