Sensing her noncommittal attitude, Long Yin narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly became deeper. "Hexin?"
Hexin snapped out of her daze and stared at him blankly, her lashes quivering. "Yes?"
Long Yin's face softened, somewhat amused by her reaction. "Got something on your mind? Did you even hear what I said?"
"I did. I should hold the racket like this, right?" Hexin demonstrated with her racket.
Long Yin let out a frustrated laugh and rapped his knuckles on her head. "You said you heard me, but just look at your grip. How's that any different from just now?"
Hexin lowered her head and studied her grip for a moment. Realizing it was indeed the same as before, she blushed.
Long Yin was exasperated. "I'm going to say this one more time—if you still can't learn it correctly, I'm going to punish you."
"How?" Hexin asked in alarm.
