Before the Hong Zhong couple left, Luo Yang truly couldn't understand why they were unwilling to reveal their destination.
The situation was made so mysterious that it left people utterly perplexed.
This time, it was uncertain when the Hong Zhong couple would be able to return.
Luo Yang's burden grew heavier, having to both protect Hong Jiaxin and teach her martial arts.
Why the Japan Collector knew about the charcoal from the Hong Family was in itself very strange. If he wanted to clarify the events' sequence, he would have to talk in detail with Hong Zhong.
Now, wanting to find them, he was utterly clueless and could only wait aimlessly.
Anyone whose parents suddenly disappeared would have a hard time accepting it. The usual daily rhythm was suddenly disrupted, requiring time to adjust.
Hong Jiaxin was a strong girl; otherwise, she would have already been washing her face with tears and remaining anxious all day. She tried hard to hide her inner unease and loneliness, but sometimes her longing and worry for her parents showed through.
Luo Yang was willing to share her inner torment. Sometimes, seeing her silently looking into the distance, he did not quite know how to comfort her.
Seeing her recently lose weight, Luo Yang felt even more pity for her.
This could not go on like this.
Moreover, if Hong Jiaxin lay in bed all day worrying about her family, she might even fall ill from it. All he could do to help was to protect her as much as possible and give her the utmost care.
Luo Yang said softly, "Class President."
She scoffed, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't be sneaky. If you need a beating, sister will help you."
Seeing that her spirits were somewhat better, he also felt relieved and smiled, "Class President, let's go out for a drive. I'll take you around this afternoon to clear your mind, how about that?"
But unexpectedly, Hong Jiaxin suddenly swung her small fist at him, giving Luo Yang a fright.
Luo Yang said with an embarrassed smile, "Class President, let's talk nicely. Don't be rash. Don't you want to learn my Fist Technique? Get up, I'll teach you for a while, and then we can go to my house, how about that? I guarantee you'll learn it."
Upon hearing about learning Fist Technique, Hong Jiaxin became interested and pouted her lips, responding, "Then teach me now. If you teach me, sister will repay you. I want to learn the strongest Fist Technique."
Luo Yang smiled and said, "Class President, no need to rush. It's fine to learn once we get to my house. I have some errands to run now, let's go, I'll be waiting for you in the garage downstairs."
Saying this, Luo Yang went downstairs first.
After a while, Hong Jiaxin also came downstairs.
"Class President, if you don't come out for a walk, you'll turn into a witch," he said, grinning.
As a result, Hong Jiaxin kicked out.
"Class President, your kick has power now, just lacking some speed. If you kicked a bit faster, perhaps you could have hit me," Luo Yang dodged to one side and commented.
Seeing that he easily avoided her kick and still had the leisure to critique, Hong Jiaxin knew she could only watch his retreating back.
She had lived for more than ten years, always believing that among her peers nearby, her martial arts were the strongest. At school, her classmates called her Hua Mulan, which she accepted with pride, feeling worthy of the nickname.
Now, in front of Luo Yang, she realized her skills were far inferior to his, understanding the saying that "there are always mountains beyond mountains." Her competitive nature made the mental gap too vast, and she was nearly suffocated with frustration.
Her fighting spirit was still very strong; she thought that by putting in some hard work and stealing some tips from Luo Yang, she could surpass him soon. She refused to admit she was inferior to him.
Seeing him within reach, she lifted her right elbow and thrust it out. For an ordinary person, with her full-powered swift strike, it would be hard to dodge. She was confident in hitting Luo Yang and regaining some face.
However, before she could see how he moved, she just felt a breeze and he was no longer on her right side.
In surprise, she then heard him say from behind, "Class President, that's pretty harsh. We are good friends, after all, hitting me so hard isn't right. You really hit me with such force, haha. If anyone married you, they wouldn't last three days."
Hong Jiaxin, both helpless and defiant, stamped her foot and protested, "Sister's going all out."