Volume 2 Chapter 121: The Kid's Parkour Movement

  My mouth twitched: I'd rather not be replaced for the rest of my life. Following a cold and rigid person who only knows how to recite company jargon all day, and facing a row of dazzling lights, I still think it's better to follow a child out to see the scenery. At least sometimes I can sneak in some laziness, maybe occasionally play with that thing, parkour. Lazy

  "It's not necessary." The cold-blooded young man didn't understand my kind intentions at all. Beitang Yan immediately carefully grasped his hand: "Brother, brother, listen to sister once, sister is helping you, so brother won't stop you from going out."

  "He can't stop me." The young man remained cold-blooded.

  I smiled and walked up to him, stretching out my hand and lightly tapping his skull: "Be careful." This tap didn't use much force, but it was quite powerful, enough to make his head ache for a while. He seemed not to have expected that I would be so strong, and he looked up at me in surprise, then lowered his head and remained silent.

  It's good, at least you know how to keep silent in front of a stronger person.

  "Alright, I'll take Yan Mo and Xiao Xu back to the room first. You arrange those people outside the door, and tomorrow I'll help you take care of him." I said with a smile, opening my arms to Yan Mo and silently shouting with my eyes: Come on, baby...

  The lovely little girl also ran over from the young man's side and jumped into my arms. I hugged her and said to the other little devil, "Come on, let's go upstairs." My attitude was completely different from before, who made this little devil not cute at all, and still pretended to be very mature.

  The little devil followed me with a sulky face and an unhappy expression.

  The next day at dawn I went downstairs and had breakfast then followed that young man out

  I originally wanted to eat slowly, but he eats very quickly, and I can only try my best to keep up with his speed. It's really true that eating too fast is not easy to digest, if it's not digested, it can't be converted into energy, and if it can't be converted into energy, then you can't exercise, what's the point of playing parkour forever?

  Just as I was distracted, the young man had already gone far away. He boldly darted back and forth in front of me, jumping over the narrow wall and quickly landing on the low roof, then jumping from the roof to the opposite house... In short, judging from his actions, he wanted to shake me off.

  I smiled faintly and spun around on my toes, floating lightly to land behind him: "Hey, don't you get tired doing this every day?"

  He was startled, his eyes wide with surprise as he turned around and stared at me: "You..."

  "What's wrong with me? Your brother asked me to protect you, so I have to follow you and protect you. Hurry up, you seem to be in a rush, there must be something urgent." I smiled.

  He turned around and ran even faster in a huff.

  I'm not annoyed, I'll still follow him. Even if he runs as fast as a car, I can catch up with him, haha, of course, on the premise that he can really run as fast as a car.

  He was running as fast as he could, not yielding an inch. Later, when he was about to cross over a railing and run towards the other side of the highway, I suddenly reached out and pulled him back. In that instant, a long truck whizzed past his body. I threw the somewhat panicked young man to the ground and scolded: "Won't you estimate the speed of the cars before running across?! Is this how you've always been?!"

  "Hmph." The young man was somewhat angry, but he didn't say anything and just patted the dust off his body and continued on.

  After passing through n old houses, n construction sites, and n gardens. He finally arrived at what he thought was his destination... Well, this young man is simply taking me for a ride, clearly could have reached it by just going through one garden, but instead took such a long detour! Typical of him.

  There were several young men and women of similar age to him at the destination, all wearing decent clothes and some protective gear. It seems that these are his parkour teammates?

  "Xuan, who is that person?" One of them saw me standing not far away and had also come with the young man earlier, so he asked in puzzlement.

  "My brother's bodyguard"

  Because they stood close by, their words were truly heard without missing a single one.

  Another girl who had been staring at me suddenly exclaimed in surprise after studying me for a few minutes, "Ah, she's the fiancée of the young CEO of Beidong Corporation! I remember her, she was on TV. Xuan, she's your brother's fiancée, you should call her sister-in-law, how can you call her bodyguard?"

  The originally calm young man suddenly looked stunned, somewhat unbelievably turning his head to look at me. I smiled helplessly, thinking that he must have been ignoring the TV and not paying attention to what was going on at home. Although it was just a fake fiancée, I still felt quite suffocated, having pretended for so many days, yet even his cousin didn't know about this, had my acting failed too much?

  "Are you your brother's fiancée?" He seemed somewhat uncertain and furrowed his brow as he asked me again.

  I didn't admit or deny it, I just looked at him lightly: "You guys play, be careful."

  He turned back with some displeasure and began to give orders to those kids. Some of them were beginners, they had to understand what parkour is and how to become a traceur: "Through self-understanding and intuition, you will improve your parkour skills along with training and experience. Understanding every move you make is an important skill for improving your level. Parkour is a self-improving sport - that means you have to come up with the ideas for improvement yourself. By re-examining each habitual movement and finding its flaws, you can improve it to make your movements more convenient and effective."

  Looking at his serious face, it's completely different from the stubborn expression he had when he walked back home that time, I couldn't help but secretly laugh to myself.

  "A good parkour technique is initially composed of the placement, sensitivity and tactile sensation of the feet. This means that you need to cultivate the feeling of your feet and hands as well as your body in different surfaces, shapes and environments. Crossing walls, railings, trees... etc., any obstacle used to cultivate balance makes you able to pass through carefully and slowly on various different surfaces and narrow places and makes you understand that self-control is an indispensable part of crossing... What are you always smiling at me for?" Listening to the young man's proper speech, such a sentence suddenly came out.

  I lifted my head and said in a stuffy tone: "I just think you're very serious. You're like your brother."

  His face turned red, and the young man suddenly turned his head: "What's it to you."

  I'm speechless: Did I say anything about myself, why are you so worked up...