Zhang Zidao mercilessly pointed out my actual height, but all of a sudden, he realized something important, "Good disciple, you called me master!! My disciple called me master."
The old man was so happy he started spinning in place, while I was tragically on the verge of crying on the spot.
Fortunately, my current mindset still allowed for some self-comfort, "Being shorter means I have a lower center of gravity, which gives me a stable stance, it has its pros and cons."
"Good disciple, your center of gravity still has room to go even lower," Zhang Zidao said with an unfathomable smile, walking behind me and patting my shoulder, "As the Blood-weeping Syndrome gets worse day by day, your stance will become even more stable."
"Master... are you joking?" The more I called him master, the thicker my skin became.
Zhang Zidao snapped his fingers, "Why not go to the barber shop and get a perm, if you're not tall enough, your hairstyle can make up for it."
Me: "..."
