Looking at the excited Zhou Youwei, Lin Li blinked.
Is it really necessary?
So Xiaozhou has wanted to spar with me for a while already?
Why didn’t you say so earlier? Based on our sisterly relationship, I would definitely have laughed and refused—who in their right mind would fight an old man for fun? If not for the system, I wouldn’t have made such a ridiculous request.
But for the current Lin Li, this is definitely good news.
A mutual pursuit, so to speak.
"That’s great, Grandpa Zhou. I was worried you wouldn’t agree. Shall we start now?" So Lin Li was already eager to spar with the old man.
If a war eagle can endure an old lady, Lin Li can surely endure an old man!
But Zhou Youwei quickly calmed down and took a cautious step back.
"I need a bit of time to prepare, I... I need to get myself into the best condition," Zhou Youwei spoke carefully.
At this point, Zhou Youwei hadn’t realized Lin Li’s trap. He definitely couldn’t follow the other’s pace; caution was key.
"This... this serious?"
Lin Li was confused, rubbed the back of her neck, and said quietly.
Zhou Youwei inwardly sneered. Flustered already? Sure enough, the cat’s out of the bag.
"How about this: let’s meet here at nine o’clock to spar, how about that?" Zhou Youwei squinted at Lin Li, continuing to press forward.
Lin Li had no objections; she could just go grab some breakfast.
At nine in the neighborhood park on a holiday, there were even fewer people than at six in the morning.
Lin Li didn’t cut it close and came down at eight fifty, only to find Zhou Youwei already waiting.
"Grandpa Zhou, should we start early or wait until nine?" Lin Li asked.
Zhou Youwei nodded mysteriously.
Everything was ready, just lacking criminal evidence against Lin Li.
"Alright, Grandpa, let’s clarify first: friendly sparring, stop when necessary, and if either side falls or admits defeat, they lose. Is that okay?"
Lin Li stretched nearby, confirming while warming up.
Just don’t let anyone get seriously hurt.
However, Zhou Youwei appeared visibly healthy, and he hadn’t been short of breath for quite some time, suggesting he was taking good care of his body.
"Just start. I’m quite sturdy."
Still using these distractions, are we? But this time, I won’t be fooled.
Lin Li stood in front of Zhou Youwei, posed in the Wing Chun stance, then, after a sound effect—"Taiji, Lin Li!"
That familiar feeling of darkness before one’s eyes returned.
Lin Li couldn’t help it; mainly, the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique taught more about health than combat, leaving actual fighting to intuition.
"Bring it on!" Zhou Youwei shouted.
Today is the day I reveal Lin Li’s true colors!
Hearing this, Lin Li made a loose fist and charged at Zhou Youwei.
Zhou Youwei smiled, just like last time!
I bet your gun has no bullets!
Having anticipated Lin Li’s move, Zhou Youwei let his arms fall.
Last time, he instinctively retaliated, giving Lin Li a chance to act hurt, but this time, with no hands raised, surely he wouldn’t fly off again?
Zhou Youwei’s eyes were filled with smugness, his lips curled in a smile, listening for the sound of a fist.
Why is there the sound of a fist?
Bu Hao! Lin Li’s gun seems to have bullets!
When Lin Li’s hand landed on Zhou Youwei’s shoulder, Zhou Youwei’s eyes widened in shock—Lao Lin, are you serious?
And Lin Li’s wide eyes were also full of shock—Xiaozhou, are you faking it?
Damn, Xiaozhou, you’re pulling that sham again!
We’re so close and you’re still faking it with me. You’re being disrespectful! You’re shameless! You’re not being a good person!
Lin Li initially thought Zhou Youwei’s motionless stance was some Tai Chi move!
Now it was clear; it was just fake behavior. Fortunately, for safety’s sake, Lin Li didn’t use her full strength from the start, and having the buff of body control made it easy to pull back the force.
Almost all power was pulled back.
But Zhou Youwei, already unsteady, still staggered back and plopped down on the ground after Lin Li’s wrist nudged him lightly.
[Seek out a body cultivator with a certain level of achievement for sparring, and achieve victory or recognition (1/10)]
The task was unexpectedly partially completed.
"Grandpa Zhou, are you okay?" But Lin Li’s attention wasn’t on this; she looked cautiously at Zhou Youwei, who was gasping for air, not daring to approach: "...I practically pulled back all the force."
She looked around, searching for a camera to save herself.
Did there really seem to be a camera?
"No, it’s nothing." Zhou Youwei said darkly, standing up at this point.
Lin Li breathed a sigh of relief; there’s still some respect for elders.
Realizing Lin Li was serious, Zhou Youwei perked up, started warming up, and was even more excited. If it’s serious, he wasn’t afraid! For original chapters go to novel{f}ire.net
"I wasn’t prepared just now, Lin Li, let’s go again."
"Grandpa, I’m not playing with you anymore."
Recalling how one punch almost cost Wu Min his home and car, turning himself into a second-generation debtor, Lin Li was a bit nervous, waved her hand, and backed away.
I’ve gotten ready, and now you’re saying this?
"That was an accident! I wasn’t faking it!" The familiar look on Lin Li’s face urged Zhou Youwei to quickly explain.
"Happy National Day."
Lin Li ran even faster.