"Jump with a little more force to feel your own bounce," Ye Fan spoke calmly.
Qiu Wen snapped back to reality, followed her master’s instructions, and jumped. Whoosh—she shot upward like she was flying.
"Ah!" Qiu Wen screamed in disbelief, startled to the extreme. Then she cried out in pain; in her panic, her head collided with the concrete ceiling above. With a dull groan, she fell onto the arena floor like a deflated ball.
"Boom!" A dull sound echoed, leaving her dizzy and light-headed.
Qiu Wen grimaced, but she didn’t care about a little pain. She flipped over and stood, shouting with delight, "My speed is this fast now? One jump, and I flew so high. Oh my god, this is unbelievable."
Qiu Wen was stunned, and Chu Mengyao and the other two girls were equally speechless.
"This is too bizarre, like a complete transformation. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe such a strange thing could happen," Chu Biyao stammered.
Chu Mengyao was quite pleased, watching Ye Fan train such an impressive disciple so quickly. She was happy in her heart; this showed that Ye Fan was amazing, which made her even more joyful.
Lu Xuehong, knowing Qiu Wen’s combat power, was shocked, "Wenwen’s hysterical cries resulted in such an amazing outcome, it’s like she took some miraculous elixir. It’s too incredible."
"I told you to use less force," Ye Fan warned.
"Master, it doesn’t hurt," Qiu Wen was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug Ye Fan, wanting to vent her strong feelings of joy.
Ye Fan’s figure flickered, and Qiu Wen hugged nothing but air.
"Hehe," Qiu Wen giggled foolishly, knowing that what she did was inappropriate. Hugging her master was a sign of disrespect, and besides, how could such a charismatic man like her master let her hug him?
So, she abandoned her master and rushed toward Lu Xuehong below the platform, wanting someone to share her excitement.
"Honghong," Qiu Wen flew toward her, her speed as fast as lightning.
"Oh no, something’s going to happen," Ye Fan moved. If Qiu Wen hugged Lu Xuehong like that, just the momentum alone could hurt Lu Xuehong. One look at the exercise metal equipment behind Lu Xuehong, if it were hit, it could leave a hole in her, and if Qiu Wen hugged Lu Xuehong forcefully, she might break Lu Xuehong’s bones.
Ye Fan moved swiftly, catching up to Qiu Wen. He stuck out his leg, tripping Qiu Wen to the ground like a dog pouncing on its prey.
"Ouch!" Qiu Wen cried out as her body scraped harshly against the ground, breaking her skin in the process.
Chu Mengyao and the girls didn’t understand Ye Fan’s actions, but they saw Qiu Wen’s swift speed. However, compared to Ye Fan, Qiu Wen was much slower.
"Wenwen, are you okay?" Lu Xuehong hurried over to help Qiu Wen up.
"Master, what are you doing?" Qiu Wen pouted.
"When you get down, find a closed room and adapt to your speed and strength. If you keep fooling around , something bad will happen," Ye Fan said earnestly.
Only then did Qiu Wen realize and understood her master’s good intentions. She had been too overjoyed and had almost hurt Lu Xuehong. Her strength had significantly increased, and if she didn’t adapt, she could unintentionally harm others.
"Thank you for the guidance, Master," Qiu Wen admitted her fault.
Chu Biyao gave a teasing look and said, "Hey girl, your little forest and little red berries are showing, hurry and change your clothes, or you’ll be a flasher."
"Ah!" Qiu Wen blushed with shame, covering her eyes and sneaking away with Lu Xuehong accompanying her.
"Ye Fan, I didn’t expect you to be so amazing," Chu Biyao looked at him eagerly.
"Amazing?" Ye Fan said wryly, "Didn’t you hear how miserable Qiu Wen was just now?"
"Effort and reward are equal," Chu Biyao said mischievously, "Ye Fan, you know I’m your sister-in-law, right? You’re so skilled, do you have any gentle methods to teach me some deadly self-defense moves? I’m having a tough time in the entertainment industry, constantly on edge, afraid of being schemed against. If I had excellent skills, I could protect myself."
Chu Mengyao also looked at him expectantly, just as Chu Biyao said, she didn’t want her sister to have any trouble. If they could learn self-defense moves, it would be great. She herself wouldn’t learn recklessly; even if Ye Fan wanted to teach her something, she wouldn’t learn. She only needed Ye Fan by her side—it made her feel very secure and comfortable being protected by him.
"What I can teach you are just some opportunistic tricks, only enough to deal with ordinary people. If you meet a true expert, they won’t work," Ye Fan said softly. He didn’t want to disappoint Chu Mengyao, nor did he want to see Chu Biyao in danger, so gentle methods weren’t out of the question—they were just more basic.
"Sis, don’t keep bullying Ye Fan," Chu Mengyao protected him.
"I’m not," Chu Biyao mimicked Ye Fan’s aggrieved voice, feigning innocence.