"Hard-controlled for another thirty seconds."
After getting up and washing, Lin Li went through his daily routine in the bathroom.
Lin Li suddenly realized that every boy was actually a soft, fragrant little princess.
Because every morning, no matter how many layers of mattresses were beneath them, they would still feel something hard underneath when they got up, making them uncomfortable—wasn't that the Pea Princess?
Aaaaaah, babies, so we're all a bunch of little princesses, aaaaaah!!!
—Oh, right. Princes with erectile dysfunction didn't even qualify as princesses. Expelled from the male sex.
The neighborhood park.
"Lin Li... can you teach me the martial art you're practicing?"
While Lin Li put away his stance and rested where he stood, Zhou Youwei hesitated for a moment before speaking awkwardly.
Originally, after Lin Li had indirectly turned him down last time, Zhou Youwei had decided never to bring it up again.
Hmph, it wasn't like he wanted to learn that martial art anyway.
But over the past few days, Zhou Youwei had noticed that Lin Li's form was becoming increasingly exaggeratedly masterful.
Every morning, the movements of that body in his field of vision followed an extraordinarily harmonious trajectory. Its presence was clearly not that strong, yet whenever Zhou Youwei looked closely, he would sometimes unconsciously hold his breath.
Even when he was merely practicing his own Tai Chi nearby, he felt the pressure of a firefly daring to compete with a nuclear power plant's xenon searchlight.
Terrifying indeed. This was an aura that absolutely should not have appeared on an eighteen-year-old boy.
Not to mention that this evil little brat had been so skinny and physically weak just two and a half months ago.
If someone told Zhou Youwei that Lin Li had started cultivating immortality, he thought he might actually believe