Zhao Gangbeng finished speaking, and Li Xiaoqiang reached out to touch the back of his head, slightly embarrassed as he said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhao, for the compliment."
Zhao Gangbeng patted Li Xiaoqiang's shoulder and said, "Not bad, you're a promising seedling."
After Zhao Gangbeng finished speaking, he leaned against a stone pillar nearby, staring at Li Xiaoqiang, "Have all the students come to the playground. Today, we won't discuss theoretical knowledge—we're going to get our bodies moving."
Li Xiaoqiang quickly nodded and said, "Alright, Teacher Zhao."
And so, Li Xiaoqiang went upstairs to call his classmates from class seven.
Before long, all fourteen of Li Xiaoqiang's classmates were standing on the playground, arrayed in a single line.
The martial arts teacher, Zhao Gangbeng, was leaning against a chair in front of them, holding a whip in his hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting his eyes, and basking in the scorching sun.
