After teaching Xia Yueshan a few moves, Lin Yu kneaded Xia Yueshan's shoulders. Finding that his muscles were well - developed enough, he nodded and said,
"You've done a great job with your workouts so far."
"From now on, reduce your daily training by two - thirds. Just make sure these muscles don't atrophy."
"It's okay. I don't feel tired."
Xia Yueshan grinned stupidly, looking nonchalant.
"This isn't about whether you're tired or not,"
Lin Yu explained,
"You're still young and in the stage of growing up. Excessive exercise can affect your height."
"Just maintain a normal amount of exercise. Don't push yourself too hard."
"Otherwise, don't blame me if you don't grow taller in the future."
"Ah?"
"Really?"
Xia Yueshan asked in surprise.
Lin Yu nodded and said,
"Ordinary exercise or slightly excessive exercise is fine, but the training quota I gave you was indeed too heavy. So from now on, just keep one - third of your previous exercise volume. Don't let it affect your development."
"Okay,"
Xia Yueshan nodded and said,
"I got it."
"Alright, then I'm leaving."
After giving instructions to Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu walked towards the motorcycle parked beside.
When he reached the motorcycle, he took out the helmet from the trunk, straddled the motorcycle. Just as Lin Yu was about to put the helmet on his head, Xia Yueshan chased after him, his eyes shining with unprecedented excitement and said,
"Wow!"
"What a cool motorcycle!"
"Is it yours?"
"Yes, it is,"
"What's up?"
Lin Yu replied indifferently.
"Brother Lin Yu, you're so rich!"
Xia Yueshan said with star - struck eyes.
"Rich?"
Lin Yu didn't understand why Xia Yueshan thought so. Although he could make ends meet now, he was far from being rich, right?
"Where did you get the idea that I'm rich?"
Lin Yu asked puzzledly.
"From this motorcycle!"
Xia Yueshan said matter - of - factly,
"This motorcycle is from a big foreign brand. No motorcycle from this brand costs less than 50,000 yuan!"
"Ah?"
"So expensive?"
Lin Yu was also greatly surprised. He didn't expect this motorcycle to be so valuable.
"Of course. This, this..."
Xia Yueshan scratched his head and mumbled to himself,
"What's the name of this brand again?"
But soon, Xia Yueshan stopped dwelling on the brand name of the motorcycle. He keenly caught the surprise in Lin Yu's words. He stared at Lin Yu with wide eyes and asked incredulously,
"Brother Lin Yu, don't tell me you stole this motorcycle?"
"What are you thinking?"
Lin Yu glared at him and said,
"This motorcycle was given to me by someone. I originally thought it was only worth about ten thousand yuan. I didn't expect it to be so expensive."
"By the way, Xia Yueshan, do you know a lot about motorcycles?"
"Help me check if this motorcycle is genuine and if it has been modified."
"The guy who gave me this motorcycle is a bit stingy. I don't really believe he'd give me something so valuable."
"I'm not an expert. I've just read about them online,"
Xia Yueshan said as he walked around the motorcycle, observing it carefully.
After a while, Xia Yueshan shook his head and said,
"In my opinion, there are no signs of modification on this motorcycle, and it doesn't look like a fake."
"But what I say may not be accurate."
"Brother Lin Yu, if you want to figure out if this motorcycle is genuine, it's better to ask at the official flagship store. They're the authorities."
"Okay, I got it."
Lin Yu nodded. After getting the information he wanted, he picked up the helmet again and was about to put it on and leave.
While putting on the helmet, Lin Yu noticed Xia Yueshan's eager face. He stopped and showed a gentle smile. He asked with a smile,
"What? Do you want to have a try?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Xia Yueshan nodded vigorously, his black eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
"Bang!"
Lin Yu picked up the helmet and lightly hit Xia Yueshan on the forehead. At the same time, he snorted and said,
"You want to try? What are you trying for? You little kid whose teeth may not even be fully grown wants to ride a motorcycle? Go home and remove the two training wheels from your bicycle first!"
After having his fun, Lin Yu rode away on his motorcycle, feeling refreshed...
...
"Ah~~~~~"
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Under the bright streetlights, Lin Yu sat on the motorcycle with his arms crossed, constantly rubbing his shoulders and sneezing non - stop.
"Damn it! It's really getting cold,"
Lin Yu looked down at his thin knitted sweatshirt and knew it was time to put it away.
"Achoo!"
After another sneeze, Lin Yu quickly rubbed his nose with his finger and sniffed. Lin Yu started to think about whether there were any warm clothes at home suitable for the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
There were a few cotton jackets and thin winter coats of the previous owner in the rental house...
No.
They were gone.
Lin Yu suddenly remembered that he had thrown out all the clothes in the wardrobe a long time ago. Naturally, those thin winter coats and cotton jackets were also gone.
In that case, he would have to buy winter clothes again.
Well. It was time to buy some new clothes.
Lin Yu didn't feel sorry for throwing away those clothes. After all, the fashion sense of the previous owner, the yellow - haired guy, was really terrible.
It was just awful. Those clothes probably wouldn't even be taken by others for free.
It was Sunday tomorrow. He should go and buy some clothes and daily necessities. There was no way to save on these things.
After taking a short break, Lin Yu leaned forward again, grabbed the handlebars of the motorcycle, and decided to go home in one go.
It's better to get it over with quickly!
As he turned the throttle, Lin Yu looked at the motorcycle under him and suddenly understood a lot.
Actually, even if this motorcycle was genuine, he didn't need to be surprised.
This motorcycle and the shares of that small tavern were not so much a gift from Li Yuan to him as a show for all the members of the Black Blood Gang.
Li Yuan wanted to tell all the members of the Black Blood Gang through rewarding him that following him would never be a bad deal.
Without this meaning, with his stingy personality, he would probably only pay for his medical expenses if he was feeling kind.
Sniffing, Lin Yu turned the throttle and rode towards his rental house against the cold wind.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
