121: Chapter 121: Just Won’t Let Go 121: Chapter 121: Just Won’t Let Go “Drink more saline water?” Zhang Fan looked at his dad skeptically and then twisted the saline bag, taking a deep gulp.
It has to be said, after strenuous exercise, drinking a mouthful of saline water felt like getting an adrenaline shot.
Having expended too much salt and water, saline was undoubtedly the best supplement.
Moreover, this water carrier was an insulated bag, warm and cozy; taking a sip was extremely comforting.
Several parched young men nearby stood up, staggered over to Zhang Fan, and said, “Bro, give me a sip!”
Zhang Fan glanced at the young men and then said, “Tilt your head back, open your mouth.”
Confused, one of the young men asked, “Why?”
Zhang Fan responded irritably, “I really don’t want to indirectly kiss you guys.”
A row of black lines formed on the foreheads of the men.
Damn, was that really necessary, indirect kissing?
Bloody hell, they’re making it sound like we’re a bunch of queers.
However, none of them objected and, tilting their heads back, opened their mouths like little birds waiting to be fed.
After pouring a couple of mouthfuls of saline for them, Zhang Fan passed the bag to his dad.
Ye Yanran, still leaning against Zhang Dongyang’s chest, looked as if her face was about to drip with water.
Indirect kissing?
He was clearly talking about her.
Zhang Fan paid no heed to Ye Yanran; instead, he stretched his arms and legs, flexing them.
But soon after, he remembered the Butterfly Dance Step.
Uncle Fu had said that one could only master the Butterfly Dance Step by moving effortlessly across various terrains, and this place was the perfect spot to practice it.
Immediately, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening in focus.
Leaning forward like the wind, retreating like thunder, and shifting left and right, he nearly popped the eyes out of their sockets.
At that moment, everyone nearly held their breath watching Zhang Fan.
Damn, how could this guy be so fast?
And, seriously, why did he seem to be unshakable like a Weeble?
Wrong, it somewhat resembled the legendary Wave Striding Light Steps.
Shit, are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Fuck, does this look like someone who just completed a 10-kilometer cross-country with weights?
Why does it seem more like he’s just been for a stroll?
Jealousy surged on Ye Yanran’s pale face.
Having practiced the Butterfly Dance Step for so many years, she had only mastered a little bit.
But what about Zhang Fan?
He had just started learning yesterday.
How could he use it so fluently on even ground, and why, in this rough and uneven terrain, could he do it just as well?
She couldn’t accept it; at that moment, she felt a hundred shades of refusal.
Being compared to others was utterly infuriating.
Zhang Dongyang’s eyes brightened.
In his eyes, Zhang Fan’s ghost-like moves could score full marks in the evasion training category.
At the same time, he also remembered how Zhang Fan had knocked down a bunch of security guards at the Starlight Hotel.
Could it be that this guy had some sort of incredible adventure these years?
Instantly, the words “Martial Arts” popped into his mind.
All of a sudden, his eyes twinkled again.
If he sent Zhang Fan to the army with his terrifying healing ability, could he become someone like the boss?
“Hehe, let’s try the Thunderclap Palm!”
Zhang Fan played for half an hour, his body steaming with warmth.
He had made significant progress with the Butterfly Dance Step.
His eyes fixed on a bluestone slab three bricks thick, he smiled thoughtfully and then walked over.
Zhang Fan squatted down, lifted the bluestone slab, and propped it up with two stones.
After a deep breath, his eyes became sharp.
“What the heck is this guy up to?” one of the youths muttered, puzzled by Zhang Fan’s actions.
“Is he going to show off a hand-chopping-bricks routine?” another person suggested.
“So thick, he’s not afraid of severing his hand,” jeered the youth who Zhang Fan had previously dismissed.
Kidding me?
A bluestone slab three bricks thick, that’s paving material.
Is it going to break that easily?
Zhang Fan ignored them all, took a deep breath, exhaled like a dragon, and then, with a sudden lunge forward, his hand sliced through the air like a blade, chopping directly onto the center of the bluestone slab.
“Crack!”
The sound of the bluestone slab breaking made everyone gasp.
Is this still a bluestone slab?
Breaking just like that?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Even Zhang Dongyang was shocked at this moment.
If it were him, he could only break it by using his feet or wrapping his fists in cloth.
Right now, he felt like he didn’t know his son anymore.
He had healed his arm that countless hospitals couldn’t heal with just one treatment, and with a single move, made ten million of spending money.
This huge change made him feel like he was in a dream.
Ye Yanran simply closed her eyes, not planning to watch Zhang Fan, or else she would get angrier the more she looked.
How could her Butterfly Dance Step be inferior to his, and her Thunderclap Palm too?
She had practiced for over ten years, after all.
How could she be content with losing to someone who had only learned for less than a day?
Zhang Fan tasted the power of the Thunderclap Palm and couldn’t help but smack his lips, “Martial Arts of China, really freaking awesome.”
“Let’s go, down the mountain, it’s getting late,” Zhang Dongyang looked at the time and said.
At this moment, Ye Yanran had also recovered, with the supplementation of saline, her complexion regained its rosiness.
But compared to the lively Zhang Fan, she seemed somewhat fragile.
“Can you walk?” Zhang Fan asked with a teasing smile.
Looking at Zhang Fan’s expression, Ye Yanran wished she could pick up a model gun from the ground and smash it into his face.
“I can walk!” Ye Yanran shouted angrily.
Zhang Dongyang slapped the back of Zhang Fan’s head: “Go help your sister Yanran.”
Zhang Fan smiled sheepishly, having completely forgotten his dad was still around.
“Miss, please,” Zhang Fan extended his hand in front of Ye Yanran, grinning from ear to ear.
Seeing Ye Yanran’s trembling legs, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but want to laugh.
If she could walk, why couldn’t she take a step?
“I’ll carry you then,” Zhang Fan said, unable to bear seeing Ye Yanran’s stubborn appearance, and squatted down in front of her.
Ye Yanran really didn’t want to be carried down the mountain by Zhang Fan, the pervert, yet if Zhang Dongyang, his father, were to carry her, she would feel even more awkward.
She clenched her teeth and fiercely jumped onto Zhang Fan’s back.
Zhang Fan, caught off guard by this jump, fell straight to the ground, face first into the mud.
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” Zhang Fan was furious.
Zhang Dongyang came over, helped Ye Yanran up, then kicked Zhang Fan’s leg: “How do you speak to your sister Yanran?”
Ye Yanran’s pretty face was filled with pride, giggling snickeringly.
Especially when she saw the mud on Zhang Fan’s chin, she laughed even more brilliantly.
Zhang Fan squatted down resentfully, internally grumbling incessantly, wondering who was really his parent’s child.
Waiting for Ye Yanran to lay on his back, Zhang Fan suddenly leaped forward, jumping down a five-meter-high staircase.
Ye Yanran was frightened by this move and screamed continuously, her shrieks echoing.
“Hahaha, that’s for knocking me over, not going to scare you to death,” Zhang Fan said viciously, and then ran leisurely down the mountain.
Ye Yanran was a mix of fear and anger, she reached out, wrapped her arms around Zhang Fan’s neck from behind, and held on tightly.
“Fuck, it’s like you’re trying to murder me.”
Zhang Fan was angered, his hands slipped from holding Ye Yanran’s legs and landed around her waist.
Ye Yanran roared immediately: “Let go.”
Zhang Fan grabbed her firmly and taunted, “I won’t let go, heh heh.”