Song Feng didn't want to drag others into his own mess, especially since they were all still so young. In truth, he was a lot like Grandpa Meng in this regard, though Song Feng himself hadn't even noticed it.
"Wasn't that day an exception? Besides, you're never usually that fragile. Knocked down by that weak-spined piece of work Yu Zhiyi? Would you even dare believe that yourself?" The more Chen Hui talked, the more animated he became, pulling a chair over. "Was it because you haven't been in a fight for too long, or were you too mesmerized looking at Shu Dong?"
Song Feng rubbed his temples, picked up a practice booklet, and threw it right at Chen Hui.
Chapter 16