[Image : Aunt Eun-Joo ]
The next second, Lin Cheng quickly sat up, rubbing his right fist, which had hit the ground, with his left hand, exclaiming internally, "Hiss… that hurts!"
Although Lin Cheng skipped class, he still returned to Aunt Enzhu's house at the usual dismissal time.
The moment Lin Cheng took out his key and opened the door, a charming female voice rang out, "A Cheng, you're back."
"Yes, Aunt Enzhu," Lin Cheng replied while changing his shoes.
"Sorry, A Cheng, I haven't finished cooking yet. It's really too hot today, and the central air conditioning in the house is broken. I'll cook for you after the technician comes and fixes it," Yin Enzhu said, fanning herself with her hand.
"It's fine, Aunt Enzhu, I'm not hungry yet."
Lin Cheng changed his shoes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and planned to go back to his room first.
"The weather is really too hot today, have an ice pop!"
Yin Enzhu, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and walked barefoot towards the refrigerator. Her feet slipped because of the sweat.
Fortunately, Lin Cheng was quick-witted and caught her in his arms before she fell.
This made Lin Cheng's heart beat very fast, and his face instantly flushed.
A moment later.
"A Cheng, help Auntie up first."
Hearing Yin Enzhu's reminder, Lin Cheng finally came to his senses. He quickly helped Yin Enzhu up and took his hands off her.
"A-Auntie, I'm going inside first."
After Lin Cheng finished speaking, he quickly darted into the room and closed the door.
Leaning against the door, Lin Cheng could still feel his heart pounding extremely fast.
At this moment, Yin Enzhu in the living room walked to the refrigerator, squatted down, and took out two ice pops from the refrigerator.
She opened one for herself, put it in her mouth, and holding the other, knocked on Lin Cheng's door.
"A Cheng, Auntie brought you an ice pop."
Lin Cheng opened the door after hearing her. Yin Enzhu handed him the ice pop she was holding, and at the same time pulled out the blue ice pop she had in her mouth.
Just then, the front door suddenly opened.
A young girl, whose looks and figure were in no way inferior to Yin Enzhu's, walked in.
Seeing the scene inside the house, she immediately shouted, "Ya! Yin Enzhu, what are you and A Cheng doing? seo-ba? (Are you crazy?)"
Yin Enzhu heard the girl's words and roared, "Ya! You brat, is that how you talk to your mother?"
The girl was Yin Enzhu's daughter—Han Xiaozhen.
Han Xiaozhen is 20 years old, one year older than Lin Cheng. She is considered Lin Cheng's adopted older sister. Because her school is far from home, she usually lives in the dorms and only comes home on weekends.
Han Xiaozhen chuckled, "Eomma (Mom), I'm just kidding with you. Besides, how could you possibly like that loser?" While saying "loser," she glanced into Lin Cheng's room.
Han Xiaozhen's voice was loud. A Cheng in the room heard these words and felt very uncomfortable, and this was not the first time Han Xiaozhen had said something like this.
Lin Cheng secretly swore in his heart, "I swear, one day I'll make you kneel before me and sing 'Conquer.'"
"Xiaozhen, don't talk about A Cheng like that," Yin Enzhu immediately reprimanded her, while involuntarily recalling what had just happened.
"Eomma, it's so hot, why isn't the air conditioning on?" Han Xiaozhen fanned herself with her hand.
Yin Enzhu replied, "The air conditioning is broken. I've already contacted the air conditioning technician, and he'll come to fix it soon."
"There's clearly a man in the house, but he can't do anything. It's really… seo-ba trash…" Han Xiaozhen's tone was full of sarcasm. "Tsk tsk…"
Han Xiaozhen's excessive words made Yin Enzhu very angry, and she said sharply, "Ya! Han Xiaozhen!"
Seeing that Yin Enzhu was about to get angry, Han Xiaozhen stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.
"This b*tch, saying I can't do anything, what have you done?"
Lin Cheng was very angry, but since he was staying at someone else's house, he couldn't lash out and could only curse silently in his heart for now.
If the bullying at school was the final domino that led Lin Cheng to suicide, then Han Xiaozhen's contempt for him was definitely one of them.
Lin Cheng clenched his fists tightly, vowing that he would severely retaliate against this b*tch one day.
"Aunt Enzhu, I'm going out for a bit," Lin Cheng said to Yin Enzhu as he walked out of his room.
"A Cheng, is there something you need to do going out so late?" Yin Enzhu asked with concern.
"I want to go run…"
Before Lin Cheng could finish speaking, Han Xiaozhen, with her arms crossed, interrupted, "Are all you Long Quan people so impolite? Living in someone else's house, don't you know to say hello when you leave?"
"Hello, Xiaozhen Jie," Lin Cheng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh.
Han Xiaozhen rolled her eyes at Lin Cheng. "That's more like it."
"Ya! Han Xiaozhen, watch your tone when you talk to A Cheng from now on," Yin Enzhu was very angry about Han Xiaozhen's attitude towards Lin Cheng.
After criticizing Han Xiaozhen, she gently said to Lin Cheng, "Then come back early. Auntie will wait for you in the living room until you return."
"I understand, Auntie."
Hearing Yin Enzhu's words warmed Lin Cheng's heart. If it weren't for Yin Enzhu being so kind to him, he wouldn't have been able to stay in this house long ago.
After closing the door, Lin Cheng answered the video call from Long Quan.
Seeing Lin Cheng, Long Quan teased, "Why did it take you so long to answer? Let me see your hands."
Lin Cheng was confused and pointed his phone at both of his hands.
Long Quan: "Haha, just kidding, but it's best to abstain for a while during this period."
Lin Cheng replied seriously, "Okay, I understand."
Seeing Lin Cheng's serious demeanor, Long Quan stopped joking with him. Instead, he put his phone down and stretched his body.
Long Quan: "At this stage, your fists don't have much power, so the most suitable attack method for you is an elbow strike."
With that, Long Quan demonstrated.
Lin Cheng imitated Long Quan and, after a few practice swings, asked, "I feel like I can't put any strength into it."
Long Quan: "That's just how you feel. Try hitting the palm of your left hand with your right elbow."
Lin Cheng placed his phone on the windowsill in the hallway, then, as Long Quan instructed, he brutally struck his left hand with his right elbow.
"Ow… ow… ow."
Lin Cheng quickly rubbed his hand.
"Hahahahaha…"
Long Quan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Lin Cheng's reaction.
After he finished laughing, Long Quan continued, "Although elbow strikes are powerful, for you right now, precision is difficult to control, so they are only suitable for attacking the opponent's chest and chin."
"Next, I'm going to teach you how to attack the throat. Use your knuckles to attack, in whatever way is comfortable for you, it doesn't matter how many knuckles you use, like this."
After Long Quan finished speaking, he quickly struck the sandbag in front of him with his knuckles. This single blow directly tore a hole in the sandbag.
Watching the sand continuously pour out of the sandbag in the video, Lin Cheng instinctively touched his own throat.
"If Long Quan's strike had hit my throat, I would have been killed instantly, right?"