The result of Yun Yi joining and training under Yun Jian him practicing throwing chopsticks after he ran morning laps with Zhang Shaofeng and his sister.
Zhang Shaofeng had been practicing it for some time, so he could already aim and throw precisely even when the empty beer bottle was placed dozens of meters away.
“Hey, master’s brother, you’ve got to follow the rules now that you also train under master. You got to call me senior brother!” Zhang Shaofeng teased gleefully as he pressed himself over to Yun Yi being the lively guy he was.
Knowing that Zhang Shaofeng was joking with him, Yun Yi smiled at him before going back to practicing throwing chopsticks.
The work was simple but when the empty beer bottle was placed tens of meters away, it was a challenge to make sure the chopsticks landed inside.
“Come here.” While Zhang Shaofeng was merrily teasing Yun Yi, Yun Jian waved to get the former to go to her.
“Huh? Master, what’s up?” Zhang Shaofeng asked but he pranced over to her anyway.
Yun Jian smiled as she watched him run to her. With a wider grin, she said, “Stretch your hand.”
Zhang Shaofeng who did not have a clue about what was going on rubbed his head before extending his arm in confusion, mumbling, “What are you going to do, master?”
Before he even finished the question, Yun Jian stretched her hand to grab his elbow and yank him over in the next instant, cracking all the bones in his body one by one.
“Ah! Ow, ow, ow, master…”
Zhang Shaofeng yelped in pain, sweating profusely at once.
“Xiao Jian, what are you doing?” Yun Yi tossed his chopsticks to run over to them when he saw Yun Jian picking at Zhang Shaofeng like she was handling a bad guy.
Yun Jian had already let go of Zhang Shaofeng then.
Like a pile of mud, the guy spilled onto the ground.
“Get up, you’re not dead yet.” Yun Jian patted Zhao Shaofeng who was sprawled on the ground looking like he was going to die.
With slight trepidation, Zhang Shaofeng moved his limb joints that Yun Jian pressed just now and had caused him suffocating pain.
“Huh? They don’t hurt anymore?” Zhang Shaofeng shook his arms and stomped his feet, gasping in wonder. It was like the sweat that oozed from his agony was just an illusion.
“Do you want to have another go?” Yun Jian asked with a smirk.
“No, no, no. No thanks, master…” Zhang Shaofeng blurted English from how nervous he was.
He then shook his arms and looked at Yun Jian curiously. “Master, what was that just now about?”
Yun Yi was equally intrigued, looking quizzically at his younger sister.
“You two are very stiff right now and you won’t become flexible overnight, so I stretched you a little just now. You can learn and do it on your own in the future,” Yun Jian explained.
She paused for a beat and continued to say, “Flexibility is very important. Without it, your training method is no different from other people.”
Once Zhang Shaofeng heard that this was a new technique since the long-time chopsticks throwing, he was thrilled, immediately going to Yun Jian and asking, “Master, master, teach me now…”
When Yun Jian was done teaching it to both the boys, it was past six in the morning.
Zhang Shaofeng who had other matters to tend to in the morning waved goodbye at Yun Jian and invited her before he left. “Master, master, my dad’s company will be hosting a fancy dinner in a few days. You got to come then. Xinyi will be there too. I’ll update you again about it!”
As he said that, he waved and left running away.
Yun Jian’s smile was a silent agreement.
Going through Yun Jian’s training, Yun Yi was soaked in sweat. His white t-shirt was drenched and so was his short hair.
Bidding goodbye to Zhang Shaofeng, both Yun Jian and Yun Yi went home together.