Chen An'an changed into a white martial arts practice uniform.
Standing amongst the crowd, she was quite conspicuous, her tiny fists striking with enough force to possibly squeeze a drop of water out of a sponge.
She was using all the strength she could muster.
There were also twenty or so other elementary students in the class, with two sessions every afternoon.
Keep practicing, keep practicing.
After all, it's essential for girls to have some martial arts skills for self-protection in the future.
Chen Pingsheng also conveniently assigned a small task to Chen Qi—since he obviously couldn't pick her up every day, this grand task fell to his sister, Chen Qi.
Luckily, she had nothing much to do all day and was easy to boss around.
He himself was looking forward to starting his monthly three days of study next month.
Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was the latter half of July.
