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Chapter 641 - 406 Jealousy is Like Wild Grass_3

Chapter 641: Chapter 406 Jealousy is Like Wild Grass_3

As he spoke, he didn’t wait for the stunned Master Li to react, but walked toward the distant physical training area.

Telling everyone I have a "Divine Skill Manual" in my hand, and only ten bucks a piece, makes this secret manual seem awfully cheap.

Only when it’s mysterious can you max out the cool factor!

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Meng Lang approached the punching bag section and watched a young man already soaked in sweat, legs trembling, yet still maintaining his horse stance, punching the sandbag again and again.

Considering the time, since he had entered a half hour ago, Zheng Wan was still maintaining the same posture.

The lively match in the ring didn’t seem to disturb him at all.

Looking at his eyes, they had almost lost focus, yet the mechanical punches continued unabated....

"Cough! Cough Cough!" He coughed twice in succession, but Zheng Wan seemed not to hear him.

"I say..." Meng Lang helplessly placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

Finally, Zheng Wan’s punching paused, and he turned his head, his eyes slowly regaining clarity....

"Meng... Brother Meng?"

Having said that, he then felt utterly drained, his legs gave way, and he collapsed right there.

Meng Lang was quick to catch him.

He looked at him speechlessly.

"I mean, what’s with this? Are you switching from suicide to self-harm?

There’s surely no need for that kind of approach, right?"

Lurching over to sit down in the nearby resting area, Zheng Wan gave an embarrassed smile.

"You’ve got it wrong, Brother Meng. I’m not self-harming; I am learning martial arts.

Master Ah Xing said ’Without training the internal, all is lost with age,’ and told me to solidify the basics first.

I must practice punching from a horse stance for two hours each day, and I haven’t reached that time yet...."

Oh my! Two hours!?

One dares to teach, and the other dares to train!

"Don’t you understand what gradual progression is? Have you heard of working oneself to death?" Meng Lang glared at him.

"But Master Ah Xing..."

"Can you compare your physical strength with someone who has carried water up mountains since he was young? Have you even passed physical education before you strain every nerve to follow his words?

Do you understand what ’suiting action to capability’ means?"

Meng Lang directly interrupted him.

If I hadn’t come today, who knows, that precarious seven-level tower would probably have collapsed with a few words from Ah Xing...

If he had trained to death here, Professor Zheng might have turned against us...

Hearing the "concern" in Meng Lang’s tone, Zheng Wan felt moved.

Apart from his parents, no person had ever cared for him like this, providing a rare warmth to his fragile, often bullied soul.

At this moment, Meng Lang’s favorability rating in his heart shot straight up to reverence!

"Sorry, Brother Meng, I’ll be careful next time...."

Meng Lang looked him up and down, somewhat puzzled by his appearance.

"Wait, even if you suddenly want to abandon arts for martial arts, there’s no need to go about it with such a do-or-die attitude, right?

Tell me, what’s the real reason you’re learning boxing here?"

"Er... I just want to protect myself and not be bullied anymore," Zheng Wan’s eyes shifted slightly.

Stare~

"Cough! Okay, actually... it’s because Xiao Qi, a senior student, said she likes guys who are fit, give a sense of security, and preferably can box...."

Under Meng Lang’s intense gaze, Zheng Wan finally admitted the truth, albeit somewhat embarrassingly.

Meng Lang immediately rolled his eyes.

Good lord! So it was all about chasing a girl!

While he was both amused and exasperated, he also couldn’t help but see Zheng Wan in a new light.

Despite being somewhat timid, that seemingly foolish perseverance was, after all, a kind of merit?

Seeing that Meng Lang was silent, thinking that he disapproved of his impure motives for learning to box, Zheng Wan hurriedly explained further.

"Actually, it’s not entirely for the senior sister. Since I started learning boxing, I’ve found that I quite enjoy it.

Although my major is biology, I’ve never tried to explore my body’s potential through exercise.

Recently, each day, I punch until I feel the pain on the punching bag.

Then I’m so tired, I fall asleep instantly, feeling as if my body is gradually becoming stronger.

This physical training has unexpectedly given me a fulfilling sense of security...."

Zheng Wan’s face was pale, yet his smile was very satisfied.

Meng Lang was somewhat surprised by his words.

However, for a boy who once wanted to end his life through suicide, finding a sport to fill the void in his heart was a good thing.

"Strengthening your body is certainly fine, but before that, you should consider whether your body can withstand such intense training, right?"

"Don’t worry, Brother Meng. I’m really okay."

Feeling some energy returning, Zheng Wan struggled to stand up.

However, the next moment, he felt pain all over his body and was in so much pain that he couldn’t stand up.

Meng Lang helplessly rolled his eyes.

"Muscle strains, joint wear and tear, keep training like this and in a few days you’ll need to call an ambulance, believe it or not?"

"Ah? Is it that serious?"

Meng Lang grimaced. "Lie down!"

"Ah?"

"I said lie down, do you understand palace massage?"

"Oh oh!" Zheng Wan then realized Meng Lang was going to help him recover, and quickly lay down as told.

Then he felt a pair of strong hands start to move over his body.

Who knows what techniques Brother Meng used, but after a few pats and massages, the muscle soreness was greatly relieved, and Zheng Wan almost wanted to moan in comfort.

While Meng Lang was helping Zheng Wan recover, Yan Weiwei, who had finished her workout and was sweating, also walked to the rest area and sat opposite the two.

"Crack!" She opened a can of orange-flavored soda, drank a few sips with a refreshed face, and then glanced at Zheng Wan lying there enjoying himself.

"Nice technique, huh? Where did you learn that?"

"It’s a family secret." Meng Lang lied with his eyes open.

"I don’t believe it. Aunt Yang said all your ancestors for three generations have been scholars. I mean, you haven’t been moonlighting at those kind of places, have you?"

Meng Lang rolled his eyes, "Do I look like someone who needs to do that kind of part-time job?"

"Not having worked in those places yet being so skilled...

Hmph! You probably learned it to use on Haitang, right? Ha! Men... I’ll have to warn Haitang later."

Meng Lang: "..."

Getting sabotaged like this was really uncomfortable, especially when his little schemes were exposed... it was very muggling!

Zheng Wan listened to their conversation, sensed the subtle tension between them, and dared not speak or ask; he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

However, his phone suddenly rang from his pocket.

He wanted to reach for it, but his hand was shaking so badly he had no strength.

Meng Lang was just worrying about how to divert Yan Weiwei’s attention, and quickly helped him take it out and put it on speaker next to him.

[Hey! Junior, what are you doing?]

The voice from the phone made Zheng Wan’s eyes light up.

"Senior sister? I... I’m out with friends, is something wrong?"

Of course, Zheng Wan couldn’t say he was learning boxing at the gym.

[Oh? My mom asked you to come over for dinner, but of course, if you’re too busy you don’t need to come!]

Meng Lang raised an eyebrow.

Good Lord! I thought you were enduring the Long March of love, but you’ve silently secured your future mother-in-law?

If you’re too busy, you don’t need to come?

Listen to this, listen to this gentle tone; I’m massaging you, and you dare to flaunt your love life in front of me.

Looking at Yan Weiwei blocking the way, he felt even more aggrieved.

Jealousy, like wild grass...

Unconsciously, he applied more pressure.

"Mmm~"

[Junior, what’s wrong with you?]

"Oh, I’m fine~ Hn~"

The suddenly amplified sense of comfort, like a tidal wave, made Zheng Wan utterly unable to hold back and he lost his composure on the spot.

[You... what are you doing?]

"I... oh~ mmm~ it’s not... oh~"

[Zheng Wan, you pervert! Go die!]

[Beep beep...]

Zheng Wan:"..."