Three people walked silently, their silence more profound than words.
Sister Guihua's right arm rested on Luo Yang's shoulder, while An Yuying's left hand wrapped around Luo Yang's waist.
As they were about to reach the parked car, Hong Jiaxin looked back and glanced at them. Seeing Luo Yang with one girl under each arm, she disdainfully curled her lips and gave him a scornful look.
Luo Yang perfectly understood what Hong Jiaxin was thinking. He grinned and said, "Class Monitor, look at that billboard. It's quite interesting."
Walking a bit further, Sister Guihua gradually regained her normal heartbeat. Though still scared, she wasn't as utterly weak as before, walking as if stepping on cotton, light and floaty.
Only then did she notice Luo Yang's left arm around her and his right around An Yuying. She looked to the right, hoping to see the expression on An Yuying's face, but Luo Yang's broad chest blocked her view.
Recalling the beating of Lin Guofa, Sister Guihua still felt palpitations. She was worried about the Lin Family crazily seeking revenge.
"Niu Zai, I want to learn martial arts from you!" Sister Guihua said urgently.
"Sister Guihua, I will teach you," Luo Yang promised.
Sister Guihua had not yet formally become Luo Yang's disciple.
"What about me?" An Yuying asked softly.
"Sister An, of course, I will also teach you. I'll teach you the best kung fu," Luo Yang said, turning his head.
By then, Fang Lin, Qin Piao, and Hong Jiaxin had already reached the car and were standing there waiting for Luo Yang, Sister Guihua, and An Yuying to join them.
Qin Piao gently touched Hong Jiaxin and Fang Lin and smiled while giving a sly wink. The three of them smiled without speaking.
"Niu Zai, what if he comes to take revenge on me?" Sister Guihua asked worriedly.
"Sister Guihua, I will protect you," Luo Yang assured.
In fact, although Sister Guihua had received Luo Yang's promise, she did not feel entirely at ease. She had many secrets she wanted to confide in him, but it was inconvenient to speak while beautiful An Yuying and others were nearby.
That Lin Guofa would seek revenge was a certainty that needed no further contemplation.
If the issue wasn't resolved promptly, Sister Guihua truly felt restless. The Lin Family had deep roots and great power, and eradicating them in one day was unrealistic.
In the group, only Sister Guihua and Luo Yang could drive, but since Luo Yang did not have a driver's license, Sister Guihua had to drive the car.
Before departing, An Yuying sat in front of Luo Yang, feeling happy yet bashful. Before getting into the car, she asked, "Niu Zai, how should we sit?"
Luo Yang said, "Sister An, you get in first, and I'll sit in front of you."
So, An Yuying first sat in the middle seat of the back of the car, and then Luo Yang slipped in. She also pulled her legs onto the seat, spread them apart, and leaned her back firmly against the seat, making as much room as possible for Luo Yang.
The seating arrangement in the back of the car remained the same, with Hong Jiaxin and Fang Lin sitting on either side, and An Yuying and Luo Yang in the middle.
Luo Yang sat in front of An Yuying, initially sitting upright, with only his coccyx touching her body, and his hands on the front seat's backrest.
As the car started and moved forward, due to inertia, Luo Yang's body pressed back and naturally leaned against An Yuying's body.
Subsequently, Luo Yang's arms also drew back, resting on An Yuying's thighs. Then, he slightly spread his arms, wedging them under her legs on each side, his palms resting on her knees.
Whenever the car slightly jolted, Luo Yang could feel two soft masses shaking against his spine, giving an invisible massage. His arms, resting like armrests on a sofa on her thighs, felt even more elastic and comfortably warm.
An Yuying's hands tightly embraced Luo Yang's waist, just like a seatbelt.
"Niu Zai, should we buy Traditional Chinese Medicine or clothes first?" Sister Guihua suddenly asked.
At that time, the car was about to pass a herbal medicine shop.
"Let's buy the herbs first," Luo Yang said.
The car slowly stopped by the roadside, and after everyone else got out, An Yuying nibbled on Luo Yang's ear, whispering, "You're pressing down so heavily, it's making me sore."
Luo Yang turned his head, pecked her red lips, and whispered back, "Sister An, I'll sit better in a while."
The two got out of the car and entered the herbal shop with the other beauties, bought herbs for brewing bath water, and then they got back in the car and headed to the pedestrian street to buy clothes.
Luo Yang still sat in front of An Yuying, leaning against her, enjoying the wonderful massage.
"Niu Zai, how long does one need to soak in the herbal bath to open the governor and conception vessels?" Tang Guihua asked.
"It varies from person to person. Soak once, and I'll check your condition. Generally, it takes at least three to five times, and more than ten times for others," Luo Yang replied.
When Fang Lin heard that the other beauties were asking Luo Yang to help open their governor and conception vessels, she also pleaded with him. Luo Yang had no choice but to agree.
The bathtubs had already been bought, An Yuying and Qin Piao shared one, while Fang Lin and Hong Jiaxin shared another.
While chatting casually, the car had already driven near the pedestrian street.
As they got out of the car, An Yuying bit Luo Yang's ear again, murmuring, "Niu Zai, on the way back, let me sit in front of you again. You keep moving around, grinding away and making me sore."
Luo Yang laughed and said, "Okay."
After getting out of the car, the lingering sense of elastic massage still remained on his back.
Entering the bustling pedestrian street, where the crowd surged and shoulders brushed against each other, the atmosphere was thriving and lively.
In such crowded streets, pickpockets thrived. The more people present, the more business the pickpockets could conduct.
Just as they entered the pedestrian street, Luo Yang noticed three young men trailing behind An Yuying and the other beauties. He assumed they were just shopping in the same direction.
So, when they passed a Nike store, Luo Yang wanted to buy some sportswear sets for his younger brother, leading the beauties inside.
The three young men followed them in, but since the store was spacious and staffed with many employees, the young men did not approach them closely and pretended to look at clothes instead.
After buying several sets of sportswear and a few pairs of sports shoes for his younger brother, and settling the account, Luo Yang turned and walked straight up to the three young men as they were about to leave the store.
"Hey, don't play with fire," Luo Yang warned them.
One of the young men with a square face immediately glared at Luo Yang, looking ready to fight.
"What did you say?!" the square-faced young man demanded angrily.
"Squad leader, why don't you get some practice? One against three, dare you?" Luo Yang asked.
Although Hong Jiaxin was a practitioner, she mostly practiced routines; her real combat experience was lacking. Her lack of experience had been blatantly obvious when she sparred with Wu Yinghong at Yingyan Martial Arts School.
In practitioner fights, experience matter, as both parties possess strength and skills superior to ordinary people. With punches and kicks flying, securing even a single hit could lead to injury. Those with more experience had a greater chance of winning and suffered less severe injuries.
At Dongfeng Middle School, there had been boys who tried to bully Hong Jia, but it was all minor scuffles. She had knocked down a few boys, but those were not real battles.
Only in situations where the opponent was menacing could one's true abilities be tested in combat.
Hong Jiaxin understood Luo Yang's intentions and nodded, "If they still follow behind us, I won't be polite to them!"
The three young men, seeing a beautiful woman saying this, thought she was just bluffing and actually laughed.