Chen Yang was practicing in the courtyard, his punches swift and forceful.
Inside the house, Wang Qingyue heard the commotion and walked out.
Seeing Chen Yang practicing martial arts, her eyes lit up instantly. She quickly went inside to grab a stool, placing it at the doorway as she sat down and watched attentively.
She was very interested in this kind of thing, which was evident from various aspects.
Chen Yang noticed her but didn't pay attention, focusing on his practice.
When he finally grew tired, he stopped.
Clap, clap, clap...
"Nice!"
As soon as he stopped, Wang Qingyue enthusiastically clapped and cheered like an eager audience.
Chen Yang was amused by her reaction.
"What's so nice about it? It's just basic techniques—you can do this too," Chen Yang said with a smile.
Wang Qingyue chuckled and replied, "I don't know these moves, and even if they're basic skills, your strength is incredible. I feel like one punch from you could kill a cow."
Pffft.
