Professor Liu, Master of Fake Falls and Extortion

At this moment, Liu Chang'an should be fast asleep in bed. Even if it's his first time sleeping in such a beautiful girl's bedroom, he should at most be resisting his drowsiness. He should definitely not be so awake as to run to the kitchen and grab a tomato to eat.

She's quite good at picking fruits; when Liu Yuewang the supermarket to buy tomatoes, she thought these tomatoes looked especially delicious.

Now was not the time to be smug. Liu Yuewang suddenly became a little angry. Why wasn't Liu Chang'an following her planned approach?

"I was practicing yoga." Liu Yuewang was both angry and embarrassed, and chuckled awkwardly. Luckily, her falling posture was graceful enough; otherwise, if she had been in a crooked position, it wouldn't have looked like she was practicing yoga.

As she spoke, Liu Yuewang kept an eye on Liu Chang'an's expression while carefully twisting her waist and limbs.

A sufficiently large loach fell to the ground and hopped around for a while before slowly wriggling a few times, accepting its fate.

Liu Chang'an also recalled the eel that was half-cooked and stiffly curled up.

Although Liu Yuewang had a graceful and exquisite figure and fair, snow-white skin, her expression and movements were so stiff that it was no wonder Liu Chang'an's imagination was not pleasant. As the ancients said, "A beautiful woman can seduce a man." What is a beautiful woman? It is alluring charm. Alluring charm in a person is like the flame of a fire, the light of a lamp, and the precious color of pearls, shells, gold, and silver.

If Liu Yuewang still had a seductive look on her face at this moment, it would be too inappropriate, so it wouldn't be wrong for her to look like a wriggling loach or eel.

"According to their current calculations, the origins of yoga are quite ancient, dating back thousands of years BC... At that time, a person crossed the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau Himalayas, arriving in what is now the South Asian subcontinent. Imagine, someone rolling down such a high plateau and such a high mountain; they would inevitably stretch their muscles and twist their body, adjusting any misaligned or overly twisted joints. The indigenous people at that time, probably Dravidians, saw this and thought it was some kind of esoteric practice, so they all lay down and started twisting around haphazardly. This is the origin of yoga."

After Liu Chang'an finished speaking, he ate the rest of the tomato and washed his hands.

Liu Yuewang had already taken the opportunity to get up. Although she felt that getting up so quickly without practicing yoga seemed unnatural, lying down and twisting her body in front of a young man was inevitably tempting. When she was alone with her daughter's boyfriend, she had to restrain her charm.

"You're talking complete nonsense! How could that be the origin? What kind of person could roll down a high peak in the Himalayas? Unless he formed a snowball halfway down, it would be more like a snowball rolling down!" Liu Yuewang refuted Liu Chang'an's hearsay, which he didn't know where it came from. No wonder An Nuan often said that Liu Chang'an was particularly good at talking nonsense.

"Nothing is impossible in this world. For example, I've even seen a university professor fake an accident to extort money... Well, I mean, once I was walking down the street when a middle-aged woman rode past me on her bicycle. She suddenly fell down, and I realized she was trying to stage an accident. So, when no one was around, I casually threw her off a bridge into the river. I don't know if she can swim."

"Then... how did you know she was a university professor?" Liu Yuewang asked somewhat guiltily.

"I guessed."

Liu Yuewang pursed her lips and remained silent. Liu Yuewang Liu Chang'an likely didn't believe she had just been practicing yoga, which angered her. She had already said so; why shouldn't he believe her?

"The soup at noon today... it's a bit too dry. Could you please make me a pot of tea? Thank you," Liu Chang'an said, pursing his lips.

Liu Yuewang hurriedly went to brew tea, feeling guilty. Liu Chang'an's words had always been laced with sarcasm; could he really have discovered that she had tampered with the soup? Impossible! She dipped her chopsticks in and tasted it; there was clearly no strange smell.

Liu Yuewang brewed tea, which Liu Chang'an politely accepted with both hands. After drinking a cup, he said, "Actually, I have a set of classical health preservation methods that are more suitable for daily exercise that I can teach you. Compared to yoga, my method is more suitable for daily practice. It doesn't require a private setting or props, nor does it need music, fragrance, or other aids. You can practice it anytime, anywhere. Its main function is detoxification. As people reach middle age, their metabolism slows down, and the toxins accumulated in their bodies increase, while the detoxification effect decreases... How about it, are you interested?"

Liu Yuewang nodded blankly. It wasn't until An Nuan got up and Liu Yuewang watched them change clothes and leave the house that Liu Yuewang came to her senses. She had prepared thoroughly and planned meticulously today, but in the end, she had done nothing. Instead, she had spent the whole afternoon learning some kind of classical health preservation method from Liu Chang'an.

But is this thing really useful? Liu Yuewang couldn't help but wonder. Liu Chang'an even said that with intermediate practice, one could lick their elbow with their tongue. Was he kidding me?

Liu Chang'an and An Nuan were already walking on the tree-lined avenue. The intense sunlight was dappled by the intertwined branches of the tall trees on both sides of the street. An Nuan still held open the oil-paper umbrella she had received on Qixi Festival. It was light and sturdy and had a faint fragrance. It always gave An Nuan the feeling that Liu Chang'an had opened up a sky and sheltered her under it.

"You spent the whole noon with my mom?" This was what bothered An Nuan. Professor Liu was a beautiful woman, and she and Liu Chang'an had a past, even though it was all in the past, An Nuan still cared about it.

"Your mom added ivy root powder to your soup at noon. It's supposed to make you slightly drowsy, which is good for sleep, and it doesn't do any harm, so I didn't stop you from drinking it." Liu Chang'an smiled. "She's really clever; she even came up with this idea."

"I knew I fell asleep so quickly this afternoon! I usually need to lie down and play on my phone before I can fall asleep," An Nuan said indignantly. "Even though I knew her scheme, I couldn't expose her. Was she trying to peek at my phone?"

"That's about it. Anyway, I didn't want to sleep. To prevent her from coming up with any more crazy ideas, I spent the whole afternoon teaching her a set of health preservation methods." Liu Chang'an was also very patient, showing his affection for her. Otherwise, the proper response would have been to whip her, and she wouldn't have so many thoughts. People don't grow without being beaten.

"I want to learn too!" An Nuan was jealous again.

"Have you practiced the Zhenwei Technique I taught you?" Liu Chang'an glanced at it and felt that he hadn't.

Sensing Liu Chang'an's gaze, An Nuan grabbed his arm and slammed it down hard, saying angrily, "I practiced during the summer vacation, but it didn't seem to help much."

"You must persevere; practicing every night before bed is the most effective," Liu Chang'an advised. "Don't you want to one day, when you're holding my arm and rocking me back and forth, to feel not the bumps on a small hill, but a fall into a deep abyss?"

"You big pervert!" An Nuan blushed and playfully hit him. "I didn't usually let you feel any bumps along the hill! No, ptooey, I meant I didn't hold your arm around my neck! How annoying!"

"So what are you doing now?"

I'll let go right away!

"Then let go!"

"I won't!"

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I recommend a book called "Global Martial Arts," which has been a bestseller for a reason. The author, Lao Ying, is both skilled and hardworking, unlike Xia Hua, who is considered a lazy bum.

Sorry, we didn't reach 5000 monthly votes by 6 PM today. I should have posted more to thank those who voted, but I'm still sick with a cold. I'll see how things go tomorrow. Tomorrow is the perfect time for a big update like during the National Day holiday.