Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 190 - 61: Practicing Martial Arts, Little Man, Signboard_2

Chapter 190: Chapter 61: Practicing Martial Arts, Little Man, Signboard_2

"Really?" Xu Xiaoyan’s eyes widened. "His moves seemed pretty vigorous!"

"Really!" Fang Xiaoqing, seeing that her ’idol’ didn’t believe her, rolled up her sleeves and began demonstrating. "You see this, that’s how he did it, and this too..."

She quickly pointed out several flaws in Yan Fei’s moves. Unfortunately, he couldn’t argue back, because the little girl had actually memorized his stance from a single glance. It looked like she’d been watching for his mistakes the whole time!

And let’s not forget, even though this little girl’s surname is Fang, her mother’s surname is Lin, too.

The key point is, Yan Fei could also remember. It seemed like when he was learning, it was exactly as the little girl described; later, he occasionally practiced, and slowly, without realizing when, he deviated from the original form.

Among the three of them, two had a smattering of knowledge while the third one knew nothing at all and couldn’t explain why.

If Yan Fei’s maternal grandfather had been there, he probably would have exclaimed in surprise at Yan Fei’s fist forms. Yan Fei’s grandfather had praised him when he watched him practice martial arts. Yan Fei was just beginning to transform into a Compsognathus back then, and his boxing technique already demonstrated the essence of animalistic forms. Now, of course, he was advancing by leaps and bounds.

When it comes to capturing the animalistic essence in martial arts forms, no one could comprehend it more deeply than Yan Fei.

Basically, what it means is that Yan Fei’s deviation from the standard form in his boxing technique had actually reached a higher level. In the terms of wuxia novels, he was no longer confined to specific forms and had fully grasped their essence.

Unfortunately, Yan Fei couldn’t explain this principle and could only watch helplessly as Fang Xiaoqing, the little girl, pointed out his "mistakes" one by one.

Upon seeing Yan Fei’s expression, Xu Xiaoyan knew that Fang Xiaoqing was right. She instantly didn’t know who to believe. Yan Fei’s boxing was so powerful! But Fang Xiaoqing also made logical arguments. So, who was right and who was wrong?

Yan Fei felt even more unwilling when he saw this, and dismissed Fang Xiaoqing disdainfully after hearing her finishing talking, "The point of learning boxing is not just the form, but the strength. Where do you think I got my strength from? Do you think I need specific forms to beat someone up with this strength?"

Fang Xiaoqing’s smug look instantly disappeared, and she was so disheartened that she almost ran away crying. After all, she hadn’t missed the giant rock that a dozen men had carried over the day before.

Although the little girl was displeased with Yan Fei, she hadn’t resorted to irrational stubbornness. When Yan Fei said that, she shut up.

Actions spoke louder than words, and Xu Xiaoyan immediately followed Yan Fei obediently.

Fang Xiaoqing, the little girl, just stood by and didn’t leave. During Xu Xiaoyan’s break, she suddenly had an idea, and said to Xu Xiaoyan, "Sister Xu Xing, do you know why I’ve stopped practicing martial arts even though I’ve learned it? If you practice for a long time, you’re going to build bulky muscles like him. He’s all brawn. Girls like us getting all beefed up, how awful would that be!"

"Really?" Xu Xiaoyan was instantly shocked when she heard this.

"Of course. You didn’t know, right? He’s already quite muscular, but there’s more burly than him. Their arms are so thick that it’s scary." Fang Xiaoqing demonstrated with exaggerated motions. Yan Fei, however, wasn’t entirely convincing, even though he was quite muscular; his physique wasn’t particularly eye-catching because he was still growing.

"Is that so? Men and women are different, we can’t possibly achieve that kind of physique, can we?" Xu Xiaoyan asked doubtfully.

"Well, who knows? Even if we can’t bulk up like them, we’d still become a lot thicker. We’re all girls, you know! That’s why I’ve stopped practicing. Trust me, we girls should learn yoga. That way, we’d have good figures in the future." Fang Xiaoqing continued to entice her.

"Yoga? Where did you learn that? Does it really have the effect you’re saying?" Xu Xiaoyan was somewhat skeptical.

"I’m not lying. I learned it from TV! It’s the yoga course on Central Station by Teacher Zhang. Look at those moves, so graceful! It is broadcast every morning and evening. The morning one will start soon. Let me check the time... oh my, it’s starting soon! Do you want to watch it?" Fang Xiaoqing glanced at her new electronic watch, conveniently exclaiming in surprise to entice Xu Xiaoyan.

What a melodramatic performance!

Ever since Yan Fei generously paid the workers at the cattle farm, this little girl had more pocket money and even had a new electronic watch.

Enticed by her words, Xu Xiaoyan’s interest was piqued. What woman could resist something described as graceful, especially when the motivation of the girl practicing martial arts wasn’t purely based on personal interest? In an instant, she said to Yan Fei, "Yan Xiaofei, I’m going to watch the yoga class first, and I’ll practice again tomorrow morning! Also, quick hurry and buy the paint, and we will paint the sign later."

Then, under Fang Xiaoqing’s urging, the two girls left giggling.

Yan Fei felt frustrated!

He gritted his teeth in hatred for that girl. Who was she to talk about yoga when the big color TV belonged to him?

But he wasn’t petty enough to argue with a girl, even if this girl was actually older than him. After mumbling "what a little nuisance," he hopped on his motorcycle to buy paint.

The seaside yoga program was only half an hour long. By the time Yan Fei returned with the paint and brushes, and waited for a while, Xu Xiaoyan cheerfully ran over.