"But you've never practiced before, right? Ma Zhihao may not have eaten pork, but he's seen pigs run; he can swing a couple of fists, but you've never swung a fist before. Do you think you can beat him?" Scorpion really looked forward to Tang Huai knocking Ma Zhihao flat on the ground, but then he thought about it—Tang Huai had never practiced. Fighting isn't like doing business or studying, where using your brain is enough.
"Can't you help me? That night when I fought the big wolf, my moves were spot on with you guiding me in my head."
"Master, I think you should still go practice before going to the rooftop to fight Ma Zhihao one on one."
"How about I skip class this morning to practice?" Tang Huai said jokingly.
"Great! With my help, you can definitely take down ten at a time!" Scorpion's tone was slightly excited.
Tang Huai: "You're not serious, are you?"
