Although this was Hong Jiaxin's home, she also felt terrified.
If Luo Yang hadn't been by her side, she would have trembled.
Just looking at the clutter scattered on the ground, one could imagine that the intruder had been desperately searching for something, thus roughly disheveling and damaging many things.
Once they confirmed the first floor was safe, Luo Yang led Hong Jiaxin upstairs.
Similar to the first floor, the second floor was quite a mess, with teacups, cigarette packets, pillows, blankets, and clothes all strewn on the ground, even the mattress had been flipped over.
Hong Jiaxin looked at all this, her eyes shooting flames of anger as she picked up some items and put them back in their places.
Having searched the small western-style building thoroughly for a few minutes, although the intruder had left, the house was left in a dire mess, and Luo Yang had to help Hong Jiaxin tidy up.
From the scene's overall disarray, it was evident that the visitor had been urgently searching for that square piece of charcoal.
Although he had never discussed it with Hong Zhong, Luo Yang vaguely felt that he at least knew where the charcoal was hidden. Even more, Hong Zhong was very familiar with the secrets of the charcoal. Unfortunately, he wasn't here to confirm this.
Half an hour later, they had only managed to tidy up the house by straightening the disheveled items, no time to mop the floor.
Standing in the living room, Hong Jiaxin spoke sternly, "Luo Yang, first teach me Shadow Fist. Whatever you want, sister will give it to you."
Luo Yang agreed, "Class monitor, I'll teach you. We are all close here, no need for such words."
She was his disciple; he didn't need her to ask before he would impart his skills to her.
"Teach me now," Hong Jiaxin said impatiently.
It is known that Luo Yang's Shadow Fist was neither too difficult nor too easy.
It had taken him only a few hours to break through to the second level of Body Moves with the Qi. He had taught Hong Jiaxin before, knowing that she would struggle to grasp the essence of Shadow Fist in a short time.
"Class monitor, the more anxious you are, the less you will learn. Take it slowly," Luo Yang kindly advised.
However, to Hong Jiaxin, this seemed like Luo Yang didn't want to impart his martial arts to her, intentionally finding excuses to delay.
"Luo Yang, I've already said it. As long as you are willing to pass on your real Kung Fu to me, whatever conditions you ask of me, I will fulfill them as long as I can," she said.
When she reached the last sentence, a faint blush crept over her cheeks, and her voice lowered slightly.
As Luo Yang listened, he said, "Class monitor, we are close, let's not do this…"
In response, Hong Jiaxin interrupted, "Just tell me, will you or will you not teach me Kung Fu?"
Her tone made it seem as if she intended to master the first level of Shadow Fist, Listening to the Wind for Positioning, by half a day. In reality, while her talent in martial arts wasn't bad, she definitely wasn't capable of mastering it instantly.
Luo Yang had grasped the first level of the realm in less than an hour and had broken through to the second level in just a few hours. He was still understanding and hadn't broken through the third level yet.
"Class monitor, I definitely will teach you," Luo Yang promised.
"Then teach me now. I want to learn as quickly as possible, so I can find those bad people and beat them up thoroughly!" Hong Jiaxin clenched her small fists, filled with righteous indignation.
"Class monitor, from tomorrow morning, I will train you," Luo Yang said.
Last night, in the stone cave with the landscape painting of the Shennong Scripture, he had pondered and found a way to teach his disciple Shadow Fist.
Hong Jiaxin pouted, saying resentfully, "After all is said and done, you just don't want to teach me martial arts! And to think I acknowledged you as my master. Tell me, what do you want before you are willing to teach me real Kung Fu?"
Luo Yang found it hard to explain clearly and said, "Class monitor, I really intend to teach you martial arts."
Already in a bad mood, and perceiving his words as evasive, Hong Jiaxin thought of attacking him, perhaps also glimpsing the subtleties of his fist technique in the process.
Thus, she pursed her red lips and suddenly kicked out. With her speed, even if Luo Yang had his eyes closed, she wouldn't be able to hit him.
In the small living room, she swung punches and kicked, but couldn't even touch a corner of Luo Yang's clothes.
In the past, she had considered herself the strongest in martial arts at Dongfeng Middle School. Only after encountering Luo Yang's extraordinary martial techniques did she realize her arrogance.
Now, sparring with him, she was completely at a disadvantage, with no chance of winning, feeling as though she had wasted all those years training martial arts.
Feeling anxious, she was on the verge of crying, and thinking about her own inadequacies, which had forced her family to seek refuge everywhere, numerous frustrations surged in her heart, and she cried out, propelling herself towards Luo Yang.
Yet, she still didn't succeed.
If it weren't for Luo Yang catching her, she would have been injured.