Who invented "Good morning"? What the hell is good about the morning anyway?
"Lin Li, keep it up! If you can wake up so early on a weekend at seventeen, you can succeed in anything you do!"
"Lao Da, grant me power!" Lin Li wiggled his hands like helicopter blades and finally got out of bed.
Hey buddy, no helicopters can park here.
Realizing there was no suitable helipad at home—and confirming it was only 4:40—Lin Li lay back down, as usual, for another five minutes of sleep.
Once again, pushed himself to the limit to leave the house on time.
They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, but can I really persevere for seven days?
Maybe it was thanks to Xiaojing's massage yesterday; today the lactic acid buildup was not nearly as bad as Lin Li expected.
Xiaojing, thank you. Long time no see; I wonder how you're doing these days.
I wonder if you, in the detention center, also miss me?
The speed of falling cherry blossoms is five centimeters per second, yet the distance between our hearts can't be bridged by even one centimeter.
R.I.P.
Weekend mornings might still be important for Lin Li, but for the elderly folks, they're practically the same.
Which is why the number of people in the community park today is about the same as yesterday.
Lin Li jogged lightly to his usual spot, and sure enough, the old man who looked healthy but was actually frail, who tried to scam him before, was here again, wearing the same practice clothes as yesterday.
Lin Li is not one to hold grudges; he forgot all about Bai Bufan stealing snacks last month on the third at noon. So even though the old man tried to scam him before, Lin Li politely greeted him:
"Good morning, Grandpa Zhou."
Zhou Youwei turned his head when he heard the greeting, and upon seeing Lin Li, felt his steady breathing falter.
This kid is back again today; who's he planning to scam now? It's outrageous!
When he thought about the hopes he pinned on his junior being like this, Zhou Youwei was filled with anger and snorted coldly: "Grandpa? Who's your grandpa? From now on, you're more like my grandpa!"
"Huh?" Lin Li scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded:
"Isn't this Xiaozhou? Good morning, here to exercise so early, that's great."
After all, Lin Li is a well-educated young man of the new era; he attentively watches every session of Youth University Studies without stealing anyone's screenshots. Therefore, he knows very well the importance of respecting the old and caring for the young.
So, although he didn't understand Grandpa Zhou's request, he had no problem fulfilling an elderly person's wish.
It's just something you say.
Respect first, then understand.
Maybe Grandpa Zhou found that his grandfather as a young man looked very much like him.
Wait a minute, how did Grandpa Zhou see his grandfather at seventeen? Photos? For someone of grandparent-grandparent generation, being photographed as a child was a privilege only for the wealthy or noble, right? Grandpa Zhou's background is not simple.
While Lin Li was lost in his thoughts, Zhou Youwei stared at him blankly, even tapping his ear, wondering if his hearing was starting to fail with age.
Wait, did this kid really take on being my grandpa?
How is he calling Xiaozhou so smoothly? Didn't catch the sarcasm at all?
"You, you, you, you—" Pointing his finger, feeling his breathing stagger once more, Zhou Youwei launched into his mental verse of criticism again: "The illustrious twelve volume military book, in every volume, your name!"
"Xiaozhou, Xiaozhou, what's up with your health, come sit down, why's your breath staggered again?" Lin Li hurriedly went forward to support his newly recognized junior to a nearby stone bench, opened a water bottle, and gave it to him.
The first time's awkward, the second time's familiar—this time, Lin Li handled it with ease.
Then, with a tone and manner that lamented, "Xiaozhou, I'm just saying, what's up with your family? How do they trust you to exercise alone every morning with this weak constitution? I need to talk some sense into them, seriously."
"Call me grandpa!" Zhou Youwei had spent all his energy to say these four words.
"Alright, Grandpa Zhou, it feels awkward for me to call you that, and others hearing it might think we have some unspeakable secret." Lin Li sighed in relief.
Are you even feeling awkward at all? You called Xiaozhou pretty smoothly, didn't you?
This kid, he's just shaving years off my life.
Zhou Youwei felt that he was originally destined to live to 100 years old but now could only make it to 101—keeping bouncing for another year even after getting in the coffin.
"Our unspeakable relationship? We're a scammer and his target!" Zhou Youwei tapped the water cup he was holding. This kid is still young, there's hope, as long as he's properly guided, he can be put back on the right track.
I can't watch this kid continue like this.
Lin Li was stunned for a moment, looking at the serious Zhou Youwei, wondering why the old man brought this up directly.
But after thinking it over, Lin Li was at ease, smiling brightly and waving his hand, "No worries, Grandpa Zhou, I don't mind, I forgive you."
A mistake recognized and corrected is still a good elder.
Once again, stressing that Lin Li is broad-minded—on the 12th of last month, during the third game on Saturday afternoon, the beast Bai Bufan as support flashing to steal his first kill didn't even bother him.
"Let's put this matter behind us." Therefore, when Lin Li said this, it was understandable.
Seeing Lin Li's bright and warm smile while saying such things to him, Zhou Youwei once again felt the contrasts of the world and the fragility of an elderly body.
You forgave me?
You actually forgave me?
Who said there's hope for this kid, who said he can get back on track? Shut up, this kid is completely hopeless!
This kid is inherently as evil as that Uchiha brat.
In the aftermath of intense emotional turmoil lay empty calmness, a bland Zhou Youwei shook his head in disappointment, giving up on teaching and asked, "So kid... young man, what are you doing here this morning again?"
"Here to exercise, of course." Lin Li replied.
"Exercise, huh, exercise! Kid, I'm going to keep an eye on you!" Zhou Youwei sneered and then said seriously.
Still looking to find someone to scam, I absolutely won't allow it!
If it weren't for my quick reaction yesterday, I'd have fallen for it. But the kind-hearted elders around aren't as quick as me, I can't allow my neighbor friends to fall into this trouble!
Lin Li makes any suspicious moves, and Zhou Youwei will take out his phone!
He will launch as Dragonfly Captain, record and judge all sins!
"Rest assured, no need for you to supervise, I'll be diligent on my own." Lin Li waved, understanding Zhou Youwei's goodwill as a fellow martial arts practitioner, but it wasn't necessary; the system is monitoring him from all angles.
Since Zhou Youwei seemed insistent, Lin Li just let it go.
As for his martial techniques being stolen, Lin Li honestly saw no need to fret. First of all, living like that is exhausting.
Secondly, without the marks indicated by a cultivation technique, noticing certain details with the naked eye is hard, plus, entering the second chapter stage needs Spiritual Qi. Besides himself, who else has this condition?
Damn it, thinking about this just irritates me, even I don't have this condition now.
Can the Demon Suppression Bureau move a bit faster?
Settling at his old spot, placing his water bottle down, taking a deep breath, Lin Li immersed himself into practicing the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique.
Thus, an hour or so passed in immersion.
[For a week straight, get up before 5:00 AM and diligently practice the Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique. Before 7:00 AM, accumulate at least half an hour. (1/7)]
Lin Li once again regressed as a species—tired like a dog.
But the feeling from last night became even clearer on his body; although he was more exhausted than yesterday, every part of him was thrilled, giving him a very complex sensation.
Damn, achieved physical suffering but mental pleasure.
This was an experience completely absent during serious practice of the Eight Brocades yesterday.
If it goes on like this, I will definitely get stronger.
But I hope I don't go bald.
"Grandpa Zhou, I'm heading back for a nap, goodbye." Dragging his tired body, Lin Li picked up his water bottle, smiled at Zhou Youwei, who was still watching from a distance, and said.
He didn't wait for a response and just left; he was too exhausted and just wanted to shower and get back into bed.
Watching Lin Li's departing figure, Zhou Youwei smiled in relief.
Under my watchful eye, this kid didn't get a chance to scam anyone today.
Sacrificing the individual for the collective good.
Today was a successful morning, guarding the neighborhood against that Uchiha scammer brat.
——From the silent guardian of the neighborhood elderly patrol team, respectfully, Zhou Youwei.