Sun Xiaomeng drove away, and Little Celery trotted off to go to school.
Zhang Zian finished the second-time broadcast gymnastics, feeling pretty good.
"What kind of martial arts are you practicing?" Old Time Tea looked away from the TV, and curiously asked. "I snuck a few glances just now and found that this martial arts was unusual, with no rules at all, but it can neither attack the enemy nor keep self-defense. What is the purpose in practicing that?"
Zhang Zian responded that the question was a good one, just like the General Administration of Sports getting all those complaints.
"Master Old Time Tea, it is a type of aerobic daily exercise. If you compare it with the martial arts, then you look down upon martial arts... although martial arts have been declining all these years. Why do I practice it then? Because I don’t have other exercises to do. Moving is better than doing nothing. Life is about moving."
Old Time Tea nodded without any additional comment.