Fang Qiu's father jogged the whole way and took out the broom. He passed it to Fang Qiu's mom and whispered, "You should be careful. You can't defeat him!" Fang Qiu's mother was immediately annoyed with his words. She raised her voice and glared at Fang Qiu with the broom raised high as she said, "I refuse to believe that this naughty kid would dare to lay a hand on me." "No, of course not," Fang Qiu quickly shook his head and his hands. Then, he raised his hands as a gesture of surrender and said miserably, "Alright, alright, I'll tell what's going on." "Humph," Fang Qiu's mother scoffed proudly and said, "spill, what is going on?" "This is what happened," Fang Qiu said, "I, your son, had a chance encounter with an elderly man while I was out playing as a kid. This elderly man said that I would be a martial arts genius, so he promised that he would teach me kung fu every day. This is why you weren't
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