"Pinch your legs. Do you deserve this service after running so long for you?"
"Oh." I walked over obediently.
"Well, that's the point. Your hands are so soft that they are not inferior to those of masseurs." His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he stood up and looked at me: "If you are bullied at school, I will help you. But when you come back, can you give me a massage?"
"Ah" I jumped when I saw the suddenly enlarged face: "No need, no one will bully me if I don't cause trouble in school."
"You just don't agree." He lay back and said, "Keep pressing and I will make you agree."