The instructor, seeing the higher level of awareness in Xiang Yu and his two companions, called them over directly.
"Do you all understand what I mean?" the instructor asked with a smile, adjusting his glasses.
Xiang Yu was the first to chuckle and replied, "We understand you all too well." After saying this, Xiang Yu pulled the instructor aside and continued, "Back in the day, I was out mixing with others at the age of seven, bullied by others, starving, without warm clothes..."
Once Xiang Yu started, he showed no signs of stopping, and his face showed no hint of discomfort as he spun his lies, rattling on and on.
Tie Zhuzi, having followed Xiang Yu for quite some time, had learned a lot of tricks, but when compared to Xiang Yu, he was still amateurish.
Tie Zhuzi couldn't help but give a thumbs-up from behind; he was utterly impressed by Xiang Yu's knack for storytelling. Xiang Yu made his personal history seem so tragic, he was almost moved to tears.