Hong Jiaxin gave him a gentle glare and, seeing she had returned to her usual demeanor, Luo Yang chose not to provoke her further.
Otherwise he wouldn't have a chance to eat later, having to carry his food with him, likely being chased through the village by her—that would be miserable.
"You still haven't taught me martial arts!" Hong Jiaxin urged.
"Class monitor, I'm the master and you're the disciple, be more polite, speak more gently... Okay, okay, stop glaring, I'll teach you."
Seeing that Luo Yang dared not babble any longer, a faint smile appeared on the corners of Hong Jiaxin's lips.
In fact, Luo Yang had already pointed out everything that needed to be taught.
"Class monitor, try performing the Shadowless Kick for me to see," Luo Yang said.
"Perform your head. I haven't even learned it yet, how can I perform it for you?" Hong Jiaxin puffed her cheeks in discontent.
The Shadowless Kick was indeed as she described it.
