Crazy Smartphone – Part One

“Grandpa!” As the two separated, Wang Xiaoyun rushed into the courtyard like a bird, carefully checking the old man’s arms. After examining hastily for most of the day, still seemingly not reassured, Wang Xiaoyun lifted her head, about to ask a question when the old man raised his hand to stop her. “Girl, go check on that young lad; your grandfather is fine!” After saying this, the old man closed his eyes, appearing to take a deep breath. “Oh…” Wang Xiaoyun obediently walked over to Lin Feng, squatting beside him, pretending to check if he was injured, but she whispered curses, “You crazy fool, are you nuts? If you’ve exhausted grandpa, see how I’ll deal with you!” Huff… huff… Lin Feng’s response was only a series of heavy breaths; he was on the brink of collapse, with no strength left to retort to Wang Xiaoyun. “Hmph! Pretending to be pitiful! I should’ve known better than to bring you along, you dead fool, you’re driving me mad…” “What are you muttering about, Yun?” The old man had rested for a moment and now had regained his usual vigor, walking over with a lively stride. “Is this the skilled classmate you mentioned last night?” “Who else could it be! This big idiot… Grandpa, why did you two start fighting?” “Hahaha, we’ll talk about that later, grandpa wants to take a look at this young man first!… Go, Yun, go to the back yard, open the bath, and fill it with hot water.” The old man was in high spirits, evidently very pleased. Wang Xiaoyun complied and went to the back yard. “Give me a reason first!” After Wang Xiaoyun left, Lin Feng suddenly sat up from the ground, startling the old man. “You…” The old man’s expression was one of great surprise, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Excited, he reached out to grab Lin Feng, but Lin Feng dodged. Though the old man was old, his competitive spirit was as strong as ever. Seeing Lin Feng dodge skillfully, he was somewhat unwilling to accept it and changed his techniques several times, using sophisticated grappling moves, determined to catch Lin Feng. Unexpectedly, Lin Feng seemed like a different person, also employing some seemingly similar yet different techniques. The two exchanged blows in a small area, their hands moving like butterflies among flowers, flitting and swirling, dazzling to watch. Lin Feng evaded and maneuvered, effortlessly neutralizing the old man’s attacks. The old man was increasingly astonished and tried new moves, only to be countered by Lin Feng with ease. The more they fought, the more excited the old man became, his heart surging like turbulent waves, all because Lin Feng’s techniques, although somewhat bizarre, contained the essence of his family’s martial arts. The old man shouted excitedly, “Young man, who did you learn your kung fu from?” At the same time, he ceased his attacks, no longer forcing Lin Feng. Lin Feng replied irritably, “None of your business! Crazy old man, you don’t keep your word, I’m not dealing with you!” The old man was momentarily speechless, then remembered his agreement with this young fool. When Lin Feng had rashly entered the Ji Shi Hall, he was just about to leave when he encountered him. The old man, a martial arts enthusiast since childhood, saw Lin Feng’s light-footed steps and agile movements, clearly a martial artist, and was immediately tempted to spar. He attacked without warning, chasing Lin Feng around. Lin Feng naturally didn’t want to engage in combat easily; having learned his lesson about exposing his skills too soon, especially against an old man who might collapse at any moment, he dodged instead. However, due to the poor lighting and his unfamiliarity with the interior of Ji Shi Hall, Lin Feng was cornered after a few rounds. Deciding to play dumb and not resist, Lin Feng thought to endure a couple of hits until Wang Xiaoyun could explain the situation. Unexpectedly, the old man seemed to read his mind and suddenly said, “Silly boy, if you can hit me, I’ll let Yun marry you.” This promise worked; Lin Feng, without a second thought, began to fight. He thought to himself, with my Swift Wind Steps, hitting you shouldn’t be hard, though the old man’s promise was likely not to be taken seriously, and ‘Yun’ might not even refer to Wang Xiaoyun, but since there was a way to stop this noisy old man, there was no need to suffer his blows. At worst, he’d use less force, just enough to touch the old man and render him speechless…