All this began on this day. At five in the morning, Xu Yue’en, rubbing her eyes, silently walked out of the small house, silently resenting the unchanging truth from ancient times to the present—why do martial artists have to get up so early? Her childhood ambition was to become a highly skilled female martial artist, not for some grand purpose like saving the weak, but simply because she wanted to be as “cool” as the female characters in movies. In fact, she knew that the light kung fu in movies was all done with wires and special effects, but she believed that as long as she kept “practicing,” one day she could achieve the light-footedness of flying over grass! Tying small weights to each leg, Xu Yue’en began her daily morning routine—jogging. Suddenly, there was a soft “hee-hee” sound from behind. Xu Yue’en turned to look. “Are you going to ‘practice’ again?” Xu Huanqi asked with a light chuckle. Heaven knows, what this old-fashioned sister called “practicing” was nothing more than jogging. “What time did you go to bed last night?” Xu Yue’en raised an eyebrow at her sister, who was indeed strange, staying up late reading ancient books, who knows if there was anything good to read! “I just fell asleep… maybe left or right,” Xu Huanqi said, chuckling again, “The ‘Shan Hai Jing’ is an interesting book, once you start, you can’t stop.”
These two sisters were quite the odd pair; one was extremely fond of exercise, always dragging a couple of heavy dumbbells around everywhere; the other loved reading books, but her memory was poor, and when asked what she had read or how she felt about the books, she could remember nothing.
“Really can’t see what’s so interesting about it,” Xu Xian’en raised her eyes, pointing coldly at her sister. “Your underwear is showing.”
Xu Xianqi looked down at her exposed underwear and disheveled clothes, then burst into laughter. “Oh my, why are you looking so closely? Besides, it’s just us here, who’s going to steal a glance?”
