Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

Chapter 38 To Forget That Cold-Hearted Woman, I’ve Had Six Relationships

At the moment when the stone split open, Li Zihe wavered again.

Another round of conjecture was about to begin.

If his brick-breaking kick had fifteen years of practice behind it, the kick from the other side had at least twenty years of practice.

But he was only a freshman this year; his age couldn’t be over twenty.

This person was definitely not simple!

Seeing Li Zihe’s ever-changing expression, not knowing what he was daydreaming about again, Qian Quan found it both amusing and helpless. He had to explain.

“Just kidding, the stone under there was already cracked. You can check for yourself if you don’t believe it.”

Of course, Li Zihe wouldn’t actually check, but seeing Qian Quan’s sincerity, he believed most of it already.

Think about it: How could an 18-year-old college freshman possibly have 20 years of experience?

Clearly, it was a prank.

However, with the situation disrupted by the other’s words, the atmosphere for teaching self-defense was lost.

“Sorry for bothering you so much today,” Li Zihe was ready to leave.

“No problem, I understand.”

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

As Li Zihe turned and hadn’t gone far, he quickly replied to his father’s message, then immediately sent a text to Zhao Baiyu.

“Baiyu, the Qian Quan you mentioned, has he learned martial arts?”

Not long after, Zhao Baiyu replied, “When I met him, he probably hadn’t learned it. I’m not sure about later. Maybe he wanted to get in touch with Wing Chun because he asked me if I had learned Wing Chun… Why suddenly ask about this?”

Li Zihe replied, “No big deal, just curious.”

Upon seeing Baiyu’s response, Li Zihe finally completely put his mind at ease. He had only started learning Wing Chun this summer. How skilled could he possibly be? He probably hadn’t even reached a basic level yet!

Zhao Baiyu added, “I remember when I said I could introduce him to some Wing Chun experts, he quickly declined in fear, hahaha…”

Li Zihe chuckled and self-deprecatingly thought, “Blame it on myself for being too concerned about my sister’s affairs back then. I almost let him bluff me.”

As these thoughts were swirling in his mind, his father sent another message, “That young man is highly regarded by Huang Pinghu. If you can make connections with him, go ahead. Huang Pinghu has never been wrong about people.”

Li Zihe replied, “Okay.”

…

After returning to his dorm room, Qian Quan still found the encounter with Li Zihe quite surreal.

He first inexplicably accused himself of using schemes to get close to his sister, but after his own earnest and sarcastic rebuttal, he actually started reflecting on the spot and promptly admitted his mistake.

He even offered to teach Qian Quan a couple of self-defense skills as an apology.

This dramatic turnaround was no less intriguing than the process of meeting him and his sister.

However, this little episode didn’t occupy Qian Quan’s mind for too long, as he had no interest whatsoever in the family backgrounds of the brother and sister.

He had other things to focus on now.

Apart from his studies, he needed to participate in the rehearsal of the play T

he Love Story of the Snail and the Oriole

.

After officially joining the school team, he had to occasionally attend training sessions and participate in some matches.

After his impressive performance in the newcomer Chinese chess tournament, he would undoubtedly receive more invitations for matches, and he might even represent Azure Bay in the national tournament.

Also, Ding Linlang’s new book,

Returning Immortal

, was about to be released. As Ding Linlang’s childhood friend and a reader group administrator, he naturally had to promote it.

“This Tuesday afternoon, I’ll come to Seacoast Normal University to meet you. Let’s have a meal to celebrate the completion of my old novel and also to thank you for helping me come up with the new book synopsis. The reader feedback has been really positive.”

At noon, Ding Linlang sent a message.

“Sure, you can come to the drama club tonight to watch our rehearsal.”

“Okay.”

Later in the day, Bai Yuanzhi sent Qian Quan a preview of the edited video.

Qian Quan watched it with delight, feeling that he had some talent in acting. Especially the scene where he was thrown and then flipped in mid-air before landing, after the special effects treatment, it looked quite impressive.

He replied, “No problem.”

Bai Yuanzhi sent back an OK emoji and was ready to release the video.

…

Tuesday afternoon.

Ding Linlang arrived at Seacoast Normal University and immediately showed Qian Quan the video that Bai Yuanzhi had uploaded.

“You might really become popular. Look at the comments section. There’s already a fan club for you.”

“They’re just playing around,” the more Qian Quan immersed himself in the online world, the more he realized how full of humor the internet was.

Before having the meal, Qian Quan took Ding Linlang to visit his dorm room.

Guo Hongyi, Gao Yan, and Shen Fei, who were in the middle of a game (Shen Fei had become more sociable by joining the gaming group), immediately stopped when they heard that Qian Quan was bringing a girl over.

Guo Hongyi took his dumbbells from under the bed, engrossed in his workout.

Shen Fei grabbed his guitar, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently strumming and singing Those Flowers.

Even the usually quiet and introverted Gao Yan was engrossed in reading Hegel’s Aesthetics.

Just before Qian Quan entered the room, he almost thought he had entered the wrong dormitory.

Look at this atmosphere of versatility and balance between work and leisure!

“This is our dormitory, a hidden gathering of talents,” Qian Quan didn’t reveal their secret.

Ding Linlang smiled and nodded.

“Oh, Qian Quan, bringing a friend over to play?” Guo Hongyi saw Ding Linlang, a bit stunned by her looks. He forcibly suppressed his surprise and asked.

“Yes, my childhood friend, Ding Linlang.”

“Hello, I’m Guo Hongyi.”

Guo Hongyi said, putting down the dumbbells and wanting to shake hands, but Qian Quan pushed his face away.

“You’ve got rusty hands.”

Ding Linlang smiled and waved at him.

“Hey.” Shen Fei also greeted Ding Linlang with a cool nod.

“Hi.” Ding Linlang responded.

“Hello.” Gao Yan was relatively reserved.

“Hello.”

After spending some time in the dormitory, Qian Quan led Ding Linlang away.

Once the two left, Guo Hongyi was the first to exclaim, “No wonder Qian Quan always looks so nonchalant when he sees a pretty girl at our school. Turns out he has such a childhood friend. She’s like a goddess!”

Shen Fei put down his guitar and agreed, “She’s even prettier than Qian Quan.”

Gao Yan said, “A match made in heaven.”

The three continued playing their game.

…

“Over 60,000 likes, more than 5,000 comments…”

Bai Yuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. The first video she officially collaborated on with Qian Quan had finally gained traction. In just a day, the likes and comments exceeded the average level, making it an A+ work.

It seemed that Qian Quan was quite suited for this field.

Just as she was thinking about this, suddenly, an infrequently chatting account sent her a new message.

“Xiaobai, is the guy in your latest video practicing Wing Chun?”

Her mentor!

Was he also following her videos?

Bai Yuanzhi: “Yes, I didn’t expect you to come across it too.”

Mentor: “I’ve been following. I observed the posture and movements of that guy. His martial arts skills seem to be quite advanced. Have any of you sparred with him before?”

Bai Yuanzhi thought for a moment and decided to be honest. “Yes, I have sparred with him.”

Mentor: “That’s what I guessed. Although he’s putting on an act while performing with you, his boxing and footwork are fluid and effortless. He can’t deceive a peerless master like me, who can discern the subtle details.”

Bai Yuanzhi was speechless.

Mentor: “Don’t feel too disheartened. When I return to the country, I’ll challenge him on your behalf and perhaps even take him as my disciple. Boys, why learn Wing Chun? Tai Chi is more attractive…”

Bai Yuanzhi: “I’m not feeling disheartened… By the way, are you currently abroad?”

Mentor: “Yes, I’m in London, feeding pigeons to ease my mind. I was deeply hurt by a woman in Cloud City. To forget that cold-hearted woman, I’ve had six relationships, but I still haven’t recovered… There’s no way around it: ‘ those most passionate are the most easily wounded.’ As someone who is emotionally intense, I’m destined to be hurt by emotions.”

Bai Yuanzhi: “Mentor, if there’s nothing else, I need to prepare my lessons!”

Every time Bai Yuanzhi conversed with this “low-key yet dedicated” (as he self-proclaimed) mentor, she felt at a loss.

Mentor: “Go ahead and tell that guy he’s caught the attention of the world’s top martial artist.”