The teacher on the stage and the students below all saw it clearly. Qiu Xin's move was supposed to be a demonstration, meaning he should have lowered his partner gently. Instead, he didn't hold back at all.
Even though the stage had a springy surface, a throw like that could easily knock someone unconscious—and that would be getting off easy. If things went wrong, it could cause serious injury.
They realized something was off. Fortunately, they saw Chen Chuan get up quickly and assumed it was some kind of technique, so they all breathed a sigh of relief. Some even applauded. Only Guan Xinyin remained still, her eyes fixed on the two men on stage with a serious and intent expression.
Qiu Xin slowly turned around. He looked at Chen Chuan, his eyes holding a mix of confusion and cold severity. "You said you wanted to ask me for some pointers, didn't you?" he said. "If there's anything you don't understand, I can guide you."
Chen Chuan smiled faintly. "That's good."
