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Chapter 363 - 199: Planning

Chapter 363: Chapter 199: Planning

Sweet Flower Lane.

Fang Yu’s home in the game, although it consists of two rooms and a living room, and even has a small kitchen separated next to the living room,

But the actual area is not large.

Or rather, the original structure of the house was not like this; it seems to have been forced into this layout after renovations.

According to his second sister, the house originally had their parents in one bedroom and the three siblings including their elder brother in another.

Later, after their parents passed away one after the other, the three of them grew older year by year.

As a girl, his second sister started living in a room alone, and he shared another room with his elder brother.

So, though the house was sufficient for living, there was no extra space, and unlike most houses, it didn’t even have a small yard.

This led to the current situation where, wanting to teach his second sister martial arts, there wasn’t even a patch of open ground available, and they could only practice inside the house.

After dinner, as night fell, there was no sunlight outside, only moonlight.

Although the moonlight was beautiful, it wasn’t sufficient for lighting, so it was better to light some candles to provide brightness inside the house.

Anyway, since his second sister was just beginning to learn martial arts, there weren’t any movements requiring wide swings, and clearing up a bit at home should suffice.

Moving tables and other stuff to the corner to free up some space.

"Be gentle, gentler, move it slowly, you know this table is not sturdy..."

His second sister was extremely anxious, constantly instructing Fang Yu.

"Second sister, we have money now, if you really care about it, we can keep this table as a collectible and buy a new, better table for eating."

Fang Yu moved the table to the corner with one hand and gently set it down.

His weakened right hand gradually began to recover, feeling slightly numb and itchy.

It felt as if life was injected into his right arm with the movement of his blood, gradually fleshing out.

It’s only feasible for a martial artist with high attributes to move such a table single-handedly; it would be quite troublesome for an ordinary person.

The matter with his right arm could deceive his second sister temporarily but couldn’t escape Ding Hui’s notice for a moment.

She noticed it at first glance.

Fang Yu subtly mentioned it was related to his training, which made his second sister’s eyes tear up; it took a long time to calm her down.

Ding Hui, however, was extremely excited, as if she wanted to chop off the remaining part of Fang Yu’s right arm to study and toy with it; considering Diao Ruru was beside her, she restrained herself—she still hoped to activate Diao Ruru’s Spirit Powder powers, so she dared not engage in overly outrageous behavior that could affect her image in Diao Ruru’s eyes.

However, even after Ding Hui examined it and confirmed that Fang Yu’s injury was stabilizing and beginning to heal, with promises to cure him,

the second sister was still very worried.

Meanwhile, this situation also spurred the second sister’s resolution to continue practicing martial arts with Ding Hui.

Before, when Fang Yu returned, his second sister practicing martial arts with Ding Hui at the house’s entrance, doing the horse stance and such, was mostly a result of Ding Hui’s semi-coercion and deception.

Now, the second sister herself wanted to learn martial arts.

It seemed she also wanted to achieve some proficiency to be able to help Fang Yu.

But the demons Fang Yu was dealing with now were beyond ordinary martial artists’ abilities to provoke.

However, this motivation for his second sister to take her martial arts training seriously made Fang Yu very happy, and naturally, he wouldn’t reveal this fact.

If the second sister continued her martial arts practice, the potential for player logins would be greatly reduced, and he could have some peace of mind.

After clearing the area and creating space, Ding Hui began teaching the second sister martial arts.

The previous horse stance was just the very basics, even now they were only doing posture positioning, stretching limbs and other basic moves.

Ding Hui was pressing and feeling around occasionally, not quite clear what she was doing.

Fang Yu watched beside them but couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on.

Soon, he started to feel a bit sleepy.

But suddenly, Fang Yu realized something was wrong.

Why would he feel sleepy? He is a martial artist, accustomed to staying up for days with abundant energy.

Could it be due to demonization? Some side effects? Low blood sugar?

Fang Yu didn’t know, but since he was tired, he decided to rest.

However, with Ding Hui still instructing his second sister, he was a bit worried about leaving them unmonitored.

Fang Yu decided to persist, since it was only a bit of sleepiness, not the exhausting kind that required him to immediately lie down on the bed to rest.

After a while, his second sister began to sweat profusely and breathe heavily.

Her constitution was really weak, and it was unclear if she was even suitable for martial arts.

Fang Yu looked at Ding Hui, who seemed to have anticipated this, instructing his second sister to stop and rest.

His second sister immediately collapsed, startling Fang Yu, but fortunately, Ding Hui, ready as ever, caught her in a hug which somewhat resembled a love drama scene where the male lead catches a suddenly collapsing female character.

Oddly enough, it felt a bit strange, but it was good that Ding Hui caught her.

"Let’s rest for a moment. I’ll go get the medicine for you."

Instead of taking her to a room, Ding Hui let his second sister sit on a chair to rest as she was.

His second sister immediately slumped down, turning into a pile of mush on the bench.

"Second sister, are you alright?"

Fang Yu hurried over, and his second sister just looked up at him, smiling weakly, and didn’t even have the energy to speak, indicating how strenuous the martial arts practice had been.

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