"Before the qualifying match, when I taught you how to use the rod, I already warned you. Now you're still not taking it seriously! If your attitude continues to be this improper, I'll really have to deal with you!"
While Zhang Yang spoke, he deliberately poked Xiaobao's trapezius muscle on his back with his index finger.
"Ouch, ouch!" Xiaobao grimaced, instinctively straightening his back.
"This time it's your first offense, so I'll give you a symbolic reminder. Next time, I won't be so polite.
Since you want to make a living from this, you have to meet my standards. I, Zhang Yang, am not a parent who spoils their child. I never joke about serious matters!"
Zhang Yang spoke as he looked around. Not far away, there was a large broom for cleaning. He casually walked over to it.
These outdoor brooms are made of woven and tied bamboo sticks with some leaves. The handle is as thick as a pinky finger.
