He collected his thoughts. He stood aside and listened to the conversation between the two. The sky was getting brighter and it was almost noon.
It was getting late. Uncle Tyr and the guest finally got up and walked to the door to send the guest out.
"Uncle, it's time for me to go back." Garen took his scarf from the hanger.
"It's still early. You can go back after lunch." Tyr turned around. "It's been so long since you came here. Lombarth will be back soon. Why don't you two have some time to talk?"
"Next time uncle. Ying Er is still waiting for me at home." Garon smiled. "I promised her that I would go back for lunch."
"You little brat … Okay then. Be careful on the road. "Tyr scolded and ruffled Garon's hair.
"Okay."
Garon put on his shoes and was about to leave. Suddenly, he felt a roll of warm paper in his right palm. He looked down and saw a roll of 100 dollar bills. He turned around and saw a smile on his uncle's face.
"Take it. I haven't seen you in a long time. It's just some pocket money. Just study hard in school. "
"I know. Thank you uncle." Garon smiled and nodded. "Then I'll go first."
"Okay, go ahead. Come visit me when you're free. "
"Okay."
Garon went down the stairs and returned to the lobby on the first floor. In the middle of the lobby, there was a golden-haired young man in white tights standing next to the white angel statue. Seeing Garon come down, the young man raised his eyebrows.
"Garon, come here." He casually waved at Garen, while his other hand held a white ball, bouncing it from time to time. He was talking to a black-haired girl beside him.
Garon also saw the young man. He knew this person. It was his uncle's son and his cousin, Lombarth. Garon didn't like to interact with this guy. He had a bad personality and was impetuous and arrogant.
He frowned and walked closer. He stopped when he was two meters away from Lombarth.
"What did my father say to you?" Lombarth asked in a low voice.
"Nothing much. I just asked about your recent situation. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave, "Garon replied indifferently.
Lombarth raised his eyebrows and glanced at the girl beside him. He felt that his image had been challenged. "Why are you panicking? I'm your brother. Why are you so impatient just because I'm talking to you? "
Garon was speechless. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I still have to go home and have lunch with Ying Er." He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, so he turned around and left.
"Hey! I'm your brother! Stop right there! "Lombarth raised his voice as anger flashed in his eyes.
"Lombarth, you're really excited, aren't you?! Don't look for trouble! "Garon turned around and frowned. He also raised his voice. In the past, Garon might have been a yes-man, but now, he was no longer the trash he used to be.
"Hehe … Sure? How dare you yell at me? I'll teach you to yell!! " Lombarth reached out his hand and slapped Garon's face. He used a little bit of strength in his hand and actually used some of his explosive fighting techniques. His strength increased by half.
The slap made a whooshing sound as it hit Garon's left cheek.
Slap!!
A crisp sound was heard.
Garon's and Lombarth's palms collided with each other.
The strength of the two of them was actually about the same. It was just a draw.
Garon was slightly surprised. He didn't expect this playful and perverted cousin of his to know some fighting techniques. It was just that his basic martial arts had entered the beginner level. He increased the strength in his hand and swung it hard.
With a loud crash, Lombarth was pushed a few steps to the side and almost bumped into a middle-aged man on the other side. Lombarth's face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver. He swung his hand and felt a burning pain. When he looked at it carefully, his right hand was already swollen. "Good … Garon … You're good!!" He looked at the girl on the side and said, "Just you wait!"
Garon was too lazy to look at him. This cousin of his only learned some fighting techniques because of his hobby. There was no way he could compete with Garon's fighting techniques. If he came looking for trouble again, he would only be tortured. If he came looking for someone else, Lombarth wouldn't have the guts to do it with his uncle's support.
"Don't look for trouble. If my uncle sees you like this, he will be very disappointed." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the hall through the small wooden door. Behind him, Lombarth's angry roar could be heard.
Garon went back the way he came. Due to the large number of people, it took him more than half an hour to get back to his house on Blue Tree Street.
He walked in from the entrance of the neighborhood. The fourth red-roofed building on the right was where he was staying.
At the top of the stairs, a white-haired old gentleman was walking down the stairs with a walking stick.
Garen stood at the side and waited patiently. He waited until the old gentleman had completely exited the stairwell before he prepared to go upstairs.
The old gentleman smiled at him in a friendly manner. He didn't say anything and walked to the parking lot on the right. Although he didn't look very warm, he walked very seriously and meticulously. Coupled with his neat and clean black suit, he gave off a faint sense of solemnity.
Garen retracted his gaze and walked into the dark stairwell. He went up two floors and heard the sound of footsteps coming from the upper floor. He looked up from the gap of the stairs. He saw Ying Er's figure moving up slowly. It seemed like she was moving something heavy.
"Ying Er!" He called out.
"Garon?" Ying Er was still wearing her black dress. The short dress only covered her thighs. When she heard him, she bent down and put down her things. She walked over and looked down from the gap. "You're back? Come and help me. I bought some white pears to eat. "
Garon was about to reply when he suddenly blushed. From his angle, he could see what was under Ying Er's dress. Between her slender legs wrapped in black cotton stockings, there was a faint trace of white. "Got it. I'll be right there."
Ying Er seemed to have noticed something. She unconsciously closed her legs, blushed, and stepped back. "You bastard! Don't learn from Lombarth! "
"It's you who didn't pay attention!" Garon quickly clarified. He ran up the stairs and bent down to pick up the yellow wooden frame that was placed on the stairs. There were about twenty fist-sized white pears inside.
"What do you mean I didn't pay attention?" Ying Er shouted with her hands on her hips. She seemed to have noticed that she was too loud. She quickly looked around and said, "Let's go back first!"
Garen shrugged his shoulders, hugging the wooden frame as he walked up.
The two of them sped up and climbed to her door. Ying Er took out the key and opened the door. As soon as they entered the door and changed their shoes, Garon put down the pears and ran.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut by Ying Er. Her face was red as she moved her hands.
"You're dead, Garon!" She suddenly shouted and rushed over. Her movements were agile and fast. She was even faster than Garon, who was only at the beginner level of martial arts.
The two of them chased each other around the living room. After about ten seconds, they heard a bang.
Garon was tripped by Ying Er, who was not wearing shoes, and fell to the ground.
"It's at least an intermediate level of martial arts … and it must have been trained with a secret technique." He looked at Ying Er, who was standing beside him, speechless. Although he did not use any martial arts and was not serious, he could at least feel it based on his physical fitness and instincts. His sister's martial arts seemed to lean towards speed, not the explosive power of the White Cloud Dojo. It might even be an intermediate level martial arts.
Different dojos had different uses for basic martial arts. Some focused on strength, some focused on explosive power, some focused on speed, some focused on body strengthening, dodging, endurance, and so on. There were all kinds of martial arts. Some even had different names. And these basic fighting techniques were only temporary skills used during a fight, not secret techniques used to train.
Secret Training Techniques referred to a unique and secret way to train the body. They were the martial arts secret techniques that were truly unique to the dojo.
Just like the basic martial arts of the White Cloud Dojo, although it was only an explosive power technique, it was not the core secret technique of the White Cloud Dojo. Every dojo had its own set of secret training techniques. It was different from the temporary skills used in martial arts. Secret Training Techniques could only be taught to true disciples. Secret Training Techniques for a long time could effectively improve the body's basic qualities, such as strength, explosive power, speed, endurance, flexibility, and so on.
Garon had heard that the true disciples of the White Cloud Dojo were known for their strength in the competition. Obviously, the secret techniques of the dojo were used to increase strength. But now, Ying Er's speed was abnormally fast. It was obvious that she had also trained with a secret technique.
Garen snapped out of his daze and turned his face away awkwardly. From his angle, he could see the situation under his sister's skirt. Her slender and round legs were wrapped in black cotton socks, extending all the way to the black shadow under her skirt.
"Fine! Of all people to learn from, you had to learn from that idiot Lombarth! " Ying Er was a little out of breath as she kicked Garon's chest. She was not afraid of getting hurt because of his thick clothes.
Garen blinked his eyes and suddenly reached out his hand to grab her foot and pulled.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound. Ying Er fell on his body, and both of them groaned in pain at the same time.
Garon smelled the faint fragrance of a young girl. His sister's soft breasts hit his chest, making Garon's heart skip a beat. "Okay, stop fooling around!" He rubbed his stomach and quickly got up. "What should we eat for lunch?"
Ying Er's head hit Garon's chest. She was about to get angry, but suddenly her cheeks turned red. She noticed that her whole body was in Garon's arms. Compared to before, when they were fooling around, Garon's chest was much thicker. And this time, he was not as angry as before. Instead, he looked like he didn't take it seriously. When she heard him ask about lunch, she blinked and was stunned for a moment before she reacted. She got up from the ground and smoothed out her skirt. "I made honey bean cake and onion pie. Also, the leaf melon soup should be ready."
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