The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, Zhou Hao stood in front of the Shen residence and took a deep breath, holding the elegantly wrapped gift box in his right hand.

The moment he pressed the doorbell, a perfect smile appeared on his face, with a bit of reserved enthusiasm. It was Shen's mother who opened the door, "Oh, it's Xiao Zhou, come in quickly."

"Hello, aunt." Zhou Hao bowed slightly and handed the gift box just right. "I heard that uncle loves to drink tea, so I specially brought this year's Mingqian Longjing. It's a token of respect."

"Oh, this child is so polite." When Shen's mother took the gift box, she saw the bruise on the back of his hand and asked with concern, "How did this happen?"

Zhou Hao hurriedly hid his hands behind his back and smiled shyly: "It was an accidental bump while performing the mission, it's not a big deal."

In the living room, Father Shen was reading a newspaper wearing reading glasses. He looked up at Zhou Hao and greeted him, "Xiao Zhou, how come you have time to come here? Come sit down."

Zhou Hao sat on the sofa. "Actually, I came here today to visit the two elders and... there are some things about Ranran that I don't know whether I should talk about or not."

"Did Ranran get into trouble in the police station? This child has been spoiled since he was young. If he doesn't listen, just tell him..."

“No, no!” Zhou Hao waved his hands quickly, “Ranran works very hard, it’s just…”

"Just what?" Father Shen noticed that he was hesitant to speak and frowned slightly.

Zhou Hao bit his lower lip, as if he had made a great decision: "Uncle and aunt, do you know who Ranran has been close to recently?"

Shen's mother shook her head: "She is busy with work, and always talks about the case when she comes home, so we can't get a word in."

"It's like this..." Zhou Hao sorted out his words, "There's a man named Chen Yifan, the leader of the Tianyan Society, who's involved in the underworld." He paused, noticing that both Shen's father and mother frowned when they heard the word "underworld", and then continued, "Ranran is currently dating him."

"What!" Father Shen stood up in shock, took off his glasses and rubbed them. After making sure he had heard correctly, he asked again, "You mean, Ranran is in love?!"

"Yes. I don't know the details, so I came to ask you two for advice."

"How could this happen!" Shen's mother said excitedly, "How could she be with such a questionable person..."

"Uncle, aunt, don't get excited. I guess Ranran must have been deceived by him, otherwise she would never agree to date him.

Think about it, you two elders, how can people who are involved in the underworld be good? This Chen Yifan is really not a good guy, he kills people and arson, does all kinds of evil, and collects protection fees wantonly. He also likes to play games of torturing people, and often tortures people to the point of losing half their lives. "

Zhou Hao deliberately exaggerated the situation.

Sure enough, Mr. and Mrs. Shen’s faces became even gloomier.

On the other side, Chen Yifan and Shen Ran were training without knowing the situation. Chen Yifan didn't treat Shen Ran as a weak woman, but he also didn't treat her as a person.

Go to that station and you will be a soldier!

"If you make the wrong knife-holding gesture again, I'll chop off your fingers." Chen Yifan squatted on the rusty warehouse roof, his earrings sparkling.

When Shen Ran adjusted it for the Nth time, his knuckles had been rubbed by the handle and blisters had formed. The sweat from his palms mixed with rust had dyed the rubber handle dark red.

"Press your index finger on the third anti-slip groove on the back of the knife." He suddenly leaned forward and kicked her wrist with the tip of his boot. "If your wrist gets any softer, I'll put a steel bar in it to straighten your bones!"

Shen Ran tensed her arms, but stumbled forward because of her unstable center of gravity. Chen Yifan reached out and hooked her belt and pulled her back, and the saber brushed her nose and nailed into the wall.

"Remember?" His breath sprayed on the back of her neck, "When you draw the knife, your body should be like a spring. The more you fear the pain, the more you should push forward..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked her in the back, "Get out!"

"what!"

Shen Ran screamed and fell from the three-meter-high roof. He subconsciously curled up and rolled over, but was hugged by someone in mid-air.

When they landed, Chen Yifan was lying on the ground, and he heard Shen Ran groaning, cursing and pushing her away: "Idiot, you broke my ribs!"

"Chen Yifan, are you okay?" Shen Ran was shocked and quickly got up to check his injuries.

"Useless." Chen Yifan snorted and shook his arms. "If your knees buckle inward when you land, your ligaments will be broken! Jump again!"

When she jumped onto the roof for the third time, Shen Ran's knees finally stopped shaking. Chen Yifan suddenly pulled the dagger from her waist and threw it back at the tire target 20 meters away. The blade accurately pierced the left eye of the skull pattern on the bull's eye.

"Follow the knife with your eyes," he pinched the back of her neck and turned her direction, "When I draw the knife, I only look at the target's throat, and the rest is all based on muscle memory."

Shen Ran stared at the shaking tire target. Chen Yifan suddenly ripped open her collar, walked around behind her, and slapped her chest with the blade of the knife, "Remember this position, when you stab someone, aim here at a 45-degree angle, you can avoid the ribs and go straight to the heart."

Shen Ran's cheeks flushed red as he felt his breath beside his ears. His heart pounded wildly against his chest and he couldn't hear a word.

Chen Yifan didn't seem to notice this detail and continued to teach the technique: "If the opponent dodges or attacks, what you need to do is to move the dagger to the side or front along with the force. Remember?"

"Ah? Remember... remember."

"What are you daydreaming about?" Chen Yifan took out a Band-Aid from his trouser pocket and threw it to her: "Wrap your knuckles tightly before practicing again."

"Yes!" Shen Ran's fingertips trembled and cold sweat broke out on his palms as he tore off the Band-Aid.

Chen Yifan sneered in a low voice: "Look at you, you are so cowardly!"

"I, I'm not scared!" Shen Ran argued, "I'm just... nervous. Yes! I'm just too nervous!"

"Heh!" Chen Yifan pulled Shen Ran's hand and bandaged it roughly. "Hold the knife like a living thing. If you hold it too tightly, it will become stiff. If you hold it too loosely, it will slip."

The warm palms felt calloused, and Shen Ran's throat tightened. Chen Yifan suddenly let go and took two steps back, swinging his knife to split the sack hanging on the beam, and corn kernels fell at their feet: "Use corn kernels to practice footwork, crush each one and jump again ten times."

Shen Ran stared at the golden ground and took a deep breath, then jumped towards the sack with the knife in hand. When she jumped for the third time, her ankle twisted, and Chen Yifan stretched out his long arm to hook her waist. When she stumbled into his arms, he flicked her forehead with his finger:

"How stupid! Your knees should be facing your toes!"

"I got it..." Shen Ran said sullenly, looking up and met his slightly raised eyebrows.

Chen Yifan suddenly let go of his hand and retreated into the shadows, his voice softening: "Take a ten-minute break and read Chapter 3 of the Dagger Combat Manual."

As dusk drifted into the warehouse, Shen Ran was finally able to keep his center of gravity steady when he jumped down. Chen Yifan threw a piece of chocolate to him, "Hey, slurp slurp slurp~ Eat and call it a day. Before you call it a day, pull out all the knives from the bullseye. If you lose one, I'll break your legs."

"Yes!"

Shen Ran caught the chocolate that was thrown to him, saluted solemnly, then trotted to pull out the dagger from the target, and heard a low laugh behind him.

When I turned around, I saw Chen Yifan leaning against the door frame and cleaning the knife. The earrings were emitting tiny lights in the twilight, like stars that had not yet set in a winter night.