ushernet Chapter 89: A Little Problem Solver
Chapter 89: A Little Problem Solver
Chapter 89: A Little Problem Solver
The Next Day.
Early in the morning, Xu Qing woke up rubbing his chest, feeling a bit off.
Jiang He had headbutted him like a little calf last night. Even after a whole night, his chest still ached.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
They greeted each other as usual. Like always, they practiced martial arts separately on either side of the door — one practicing sword techniques, the other holding a stance. Their expressions were normal.
Maybe after a night’s sleep, she’d come to terms with it?
Xu Qing pondered this while running through his stances, watching Jiang He finish her sword practice with a sharp swish and a calm exhale.
But instead of putting the sword away, Jiang He walked over with the sheathed sword and smack! — tapped it against his leg.
“Stand up straight!”
“Hiss~”
Xu Qing inhaled sharply. Crap, here comes the revenge.
“Hands flat!”@@@@
“Hey, hey!”
“Hold it!”
Jiang He maintained a stern expression as she corrected his crooked stance. Then she tossed the sword aside, turned, and went to wash up. With the toothbrush in her mouth, she occasionally glanced sideways to make sure Xu Qing’s posture was still correct.
When Xu Qing finally finished holding the stance for fifteen minutes and was about to rest, Jiang He, now finished with her morning routine, walked back over.
“I’ll teach you some boxing.”
“No, I don’t want to learn.” Xu Qing shook his head vigorously.
“No, you do want to learn,” Jiang He said seriously. “Don’t you want to build up your health?”
“Holding this stance is good enough. It’s very effective; no need for boxing.”
“If you learn boxing, you can fight back when I hit you. You won’t have to worry about me beating you.” Jiang He tempted him.
“No, no, no. I’d never hit you. I’m not learning.” Xu Qing remained firm.
Yeah, right. At her level, even if he learned, he’d still be the one getting beaten up.
“This is called Tangshou Quan (Palm Boxing). It mainly uses palm techniques, combined with grappling, punches, and kicks. It focuses on the ‘Three Points and Six Harmonies.’ The Three Points are—”
Jiang He ignored him, stepped back slightly, took a breath, and executed a swift downward palm strike.
“Grappling.”
Her palm transformed into a claw.
“Leg!”
Bang!
She stomped her cotton slippers on the floor with a loud thud, startling Xu Qing.
Was that a threat?
It was definitely a threat.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll learn!” He hurriedly surrendered. “But I haven’t eaten yet. It’s better to practice after a full meal... And my chest still hurts from last night. Let’s start tomorrow, tomorrow.”
At Wang Zijun’s Place.
The rich kid was still in bed when Xu Qing’s call woke him up.
“Open the door!”
“Coming, coming!”
Wearing only shorts, Wang Zijun scrambled out of bed. He opened the door to find Xu Qing bundled up tightly.
“What do you want?”
“Check your chat history.” Xu Qing waved his phone impatiently. “Get dressed, now.”
Wang Zijun smacked his forehead as he remembered. “Come in. Give me a minute.”
“No adult content in there, right?”
“Hell no. I’ve been single for a while.”
Hearing that, Xu Qing finally stepped inside. He glanced around the living room and smirked at the pink computer setup. “You call this ‘early’?”
“I got dumped. You never check my posts?”
“Who scrolls through that nonsense?”
“...”
The self-proclaimed social media king was speechless. He grabbed his wallet, phone, and watch, then called out, “Let’s go.”
Living alone had its perks — no need for goodbyes or breakfast prep, unlike Xu Qing.
“Women are devils, man. Look at me now.” Wang Zijun shivered as he stepped outside. “I regret everything. I swear, I’m turning over a new leaf—”
“Wait, where’s your car?” Xu Qing interrupted. He’d come to catch a ride, so why was Wang Zijun walking?
“Gone.” Wang Zijun shrugged. “Had a fight with my old man. Now I’m broke, just like you.”
“...”
“Let’s take a taxi... Wait, it’s pretty far. Let me check.” Wang Zijun glanced at his phone. “Let’s take the subway. Poor folks gotta live poor.”
“Want me to lend you some cash to get by?” Xu Qing headed towards the subway station.
“Teach me how to survive a month on ten grand in this city...”
“Get lost!”
The two joked and laughed all the way to the subway. Money or no money, they made do. This wasn’t the first time Wang Zijun had been broke — he’d once crashed at Xu Qing’s place, surviving on instant noodles for half a month.
No big deal.
The subway was crowded as usual. They moved in, grabbed the handrails, and waited for the train to start.
“Ever heard of Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji Quan?”
“Lightning Five-Strike Whip?” Wang Zijun recognized it.
“Expert, huh.” Xu Qing gave him a thumbs-up. “You’ve all got it wrong. I practiced it for two days, and it actually works. You should try it.”
“Bullsh*t.”
Wang Zijun snorted, his eyes darting sideways.
“What are you looking at?” Xu Qing asked, puzzled.
“She looks familiar... like one of my exes,” Wang Zijun whispered.
“I am your ex!” The girl, having overheard them, snapped in fury.