The Most Random System-Chapter 522 - 306: Wall-facer Lin Li, I am your Wall-breaker

Chapter 522: Chapter 306: Wall-facer Lin Li, I am your Wall-breaker

"Got controlled for thirty seconds again."

Lin Li, who was getting up and washing, went through his daily little routine in the bathroom.

Lin Li suddenly realized that every man is actually a fragrant and soft little princess.

Because every morning, no matter how many layers of mattresses are under the bed, getting up always feels like there’s something hard underneath, making you uncomfortable—just like the Princess and the Pea!

Aaaaah, turns out we are a bunch of little princesses! Aaaaah!!!

—Oh, right, can’t even be a fake princess, expelled from the male registry.

Neighborhood park.

"Lin Li... can you teach me that boxing technique you’re using?"

As Lin Li put away his boxing stance and rested in place, Zhou Youwei, who was beside him, hesitated for a moment and then spoke with some embarrassment.

Originally, after Lin Li indirectly refused him last time, Zhou Youwei decided he would never bring it up again.

Humph, who wants that boxing technique anyway?

However, Zhou Youwei discovered over the past few days that Lin Li’s boxing style unexpectedly became more and more exaggeratedly masterful.

Every morning, the body’s swinging trajectory in view is exceptionally coordinated, with no strong presence, but once he carefully observes, Zhou Youwei sometimes unconsciously holds his breath.

Even just doing his own Tai Chi on the side, there’s a feeling of being outshone, like a firefly trying to compete with a xenon searchlight from a nuclear power station.

It’s terrifying; it’s an aura that shouldn’t appear in an eighteen-year-old boy at all.

Moreover, this wicked little brat was so weak and physically poor two and a half months ago.

If someone told me Lin Li was cultivating, Zhou Youwei would believe it.

So I have to learn it.

"Hmm?"

Lin Li, who was calculating how much longer he could finish the ’new’ "Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique" combined with the breathing method to see if he could complete the task, turned his head upon hearing Zhou Youwei.

"Can you teach me that boxing technique you’re using?" Zhou Youwei gritted his teeth and repeated.

Seeing Lin Li raise an eyebrow slightly and not responding immediately, Zhou Youwei suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, regretting and hurriedly added:

"Um, if the person teaching you told you not to pass it on, just pretend I never said it, I’m just curious, curious."

"Grandpa Zhou, the person who taught me didn’t say not to pass it on, accepting you as a disciple on his behalf is no problem, but he said this cultivation technique requires being grounded, I’m afraid you can’t handle it."

Lin Li regained his senses, shook his head, and reminded.

"No, absolutely not! It’s no problem, nothing I can’t handle, I’ve been grounded my whole life, it’s not even a requirement for me, it’s routine."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Youwei immediately puffed out his chest and patted his often troubled chest.

"Really? But I feel like your body isn’t very strong, I’m afraid I’ll accidentally hurt you." Lin Li examined Zhou Youwei, then looked at the soles of his shoes, a bit troubled.

Zhou Youwei: "(;☉_☉)?"

Stop bickering, let me grill.

What the hell do you mean by ’afraid I’ll accidentally hurt you’?

Wait a minute.

"What kind of stepping disciple are you?" Zhou Youwei pointed at Lin Li, his expression like a Husky meme.

What kind of weird sect is this?

Is a stepping disciple like a Japanese person?

Zhou Youwei quickly realized, felt something was off, and said: "And you kid don’t usually step on people either! Are you tricking the old man?"

"Because I didn’t have a junior disciple before." Lin Li answered instantly.

"Oh, oh, so that’s how it is~~" Zhou Youwei laughed, pointing at Lin Li.

Lin Li responded with a smile: ⌓‿⌓.

Zhou Youwei lost his breath.

Lin Li came to the rescue.

Smooth as running water, very skillfully, all in one go...

"Grandpa, if you want to learn, you can just try following along with me."

After Zhou Youwei regained consciousness, Lin Li said with a smile:

"I’m quite busy recently, no time to teach you rigidly, and I don’t have the qualification to be a teacher yet."

"But I’m doing my moves slowly now, you should be able to keep up, if you can’t remember, you can also videotape it for learning later, that’s how tutorials are these days anyway."

Lin Li really didn’t mind if Zhou Youwei learned it.

When he first started practicing the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique, Lin Li didn’t mind Xiaozhou learning, there was never any taboo about the moves.

After all, setting aside the Spirit Stone Chapters and the newly learned breathing method rhythms, the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique’s physical part is just a great health-preserving practice without any extraordinary elements—at least there haven’t been any shown through short-term persistence.

If Zhou Youwei wants to achieve the same results, it’s completely impossible.

Lin Li looked at the system, and no corresponding task popped up.

Unfortunately.

No task, so it’s impossible for me to specially take out time to teach Xiaozhou the cultivation technique, I’m already quite busy.

"Then, thank you." Zhou Youwei turned his head away, not making eye contact with Lin Li, and thanked him.

Still, he was very satisfied.

Mainly because Zhou Youwei, without permission, only dared to mimic Lin Li’s movements when he wasn’t around, even being afraid this guy might be hiding in the bushes watching him.

Being able to directly attempt to learn, Zhou Youwei was very satisfied and grateful for this outcome.

"I didn’t do anything, what’s there to thank, just watch and learn, if you feel something’s not right, you can ask me in the morning if I’m downstairs."

"The stepping disciple thing was a joke, what our sect emphasizes about being grounded is the same as your understanding, practicing until you’re sweating buckets and the ground’s soaked—ground is wet."

Zhou Youwei couldn’t stand it anymore and retorted: "This isn’t quite the grounded I understand! What’s with your sect, must it rely on puns!"