"Zhong Damin, what's going on!"
Jin Taixi's face was stern, his attitude extremely disgusted.
Because of Lin Yuhan's protective nature, coupled with his inherent dislike for Zhong Damin with an average family background, he purposely put on a cold demeanor.
"Teacher Jin... I... my forehead is bleeding..." Zhong Damin said timidly, "Can I go to the infirmary to bandage it up..."
"Bleeding? Is this just bleeding?" Jin Taixi pointed at Zhong Damin's forehead, "It's just a surface cut, do you think it's serious? Besides, if you can't even handle such small injuries, how can you compete with those highly skilled martial artists? Such battles often pose risks of injuries and disability!"
Zhong Damin felt wronged: I never wanted to become a master! I just wanted to learn Taekwondo to avoid bullying at school!
Jin Taixi looked at his appearance, feeling even more angry, "Our dojo needs real men, not cowards, you understand!"
