"However," Xu Zihong said teasingly, his fingers gently tracing the surface of the desk, "you'd better be gentle... don't go breaking these old bones of mine! You're not going to put me in the hospital, are you? If you did, and that pack of senior brothers of yours came running... you'd have a hard time explaining yourself!"
Chu Bamboo silently moved behind Xu Zihong and gently pressed his hands to his teacher's temples. His voice was soft. "Don't worry, Teacher... Don't forget, I've already shown you my... exceptionally exquisite Acupuncture Skill!"
"How could I possibly hurt you?" After a brief pause, Chu Bamboo added, "On the contrary, even if you find yourself at the Death Gate for some reason one day, I could probably pull you back!"
