Until he returned to the dorm at night, Zheng Qing's mood was still somewhat gloomy.
Xin Fat Man immediately noticed his sullen expression and instantly had some guesses.
"So, how was it? Did someone really knock you out?"
His small eyes struggled to open amidst the fat on his cheeks, blinking as he spoke with a hint of teasing: "Speaking of which, you should take a different perspective on these things... Having someone occasionally help you train your reaction abilities from a practical angle is ultimately a good thing. Could a regular person find such high-quality, practical, and free sparring partners? Absolutely not!"
His tone was full of ups and downs, seemingly considering Zheng Qing's well-being. However, the irrepressible smile on his chubby face told everyone his true thoughts.
Zheng Qing glanced at him.
Forcing himself to suppress the urge to retort.
He didn't want this fat guy to become even more gleeful at others' misfortune.
