The System is Abstract, Luckily, So Am I

This task completion actually triggered two new tasks.

The new Task One was basically a derivative version of the original task, requiring him to persist for a week getting up and practicing like this morning, but fixing the cultivation method to the Eight-Stage Body Forging Technique he had just received but hadn't examined closely.

But Lin Li felt the rewards were quite generous.

The percentage increase in qi and blood, like the percentage increase in memory, would be quite useful for his real-world self—at least during the next fitness test, he wouldn't be so embarrassed, right?

The pain students with poor physical fitness faced during fitness tests was simply indescribable.

Each time there was a fitness test, they would fall into panic a week beforehand, then hope for rain the day before PE class, have breathing difficulties before the 1000-meter start, and always feel bloated in the butt, wanting to defecate...

Then after finishing the 1000 meters, swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva, gasping heavily and sighing: Finally fucking over, survived.

I heard college men had to run 3000 meters each semester. Just thinking about that number made Lin Li want to die.

Exercise!

Starting tomorrow morning, persist for a week!

Lin Li had a premonition that tomorrow morning would be a very difficult battle. Today's exercise determined that tomorrow's self would experience the pain of lactic acid buildup, but Lin Li didn't want to procrastinate. Choosing to rest tomorrow would only make him choose to rest more often in the future.

If he was going to persist, he'd persist all the way!

Even if tomorrow his body warned him he really needed to rest, Lin Li would choose to go downstairs and rest in the park.

But now, the matter of resting or not resting could be discussed later.

Lin Li turned his attention to the timed Task Four.

This task's reward was an 'ability' that had never appeared before—how could he pass up a superpower?

Young martial arts practitioner? Who?

Lin Li looked around, then looked around eight directions, finally looking around twelve directions.

Mm, beside him was only that old man with completely white hair and beard who had also just stopped his tai chi but was in a hundred times better condition than Lin Li, standing straight.

Him? Young martial arts elder? Spar with him?

Lin Li had absolutely no intention of looking down on the other party. Quite the opposite—Lin Li knew very well what he was made of. He hadn't failed to hear the old man's fierce punching wind just now. Lin Li was really worried about being killed by one punch.

Shouldn't the system have assigned him a little brat still wearing split-bottom pants, calling him a young martial arts practitioner, and having him engage in exhilarating combat with a child?

Why not let him recreate Zeng Xiaoxian's heroic battle against the kids' group!

The routine changed again? This broken system became even more low-intelligence.

At this moment, seeming to notice Lin Li's gaze, the old man who had apparently been preparing to rest took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance again, and resumed punching.

After watching for a while, Lin Li, who had just been worried about being killed by one punch, breathed a sigh of relief. Now he wasn't worried anymore.

—Because he was certain he would definitely be killed by one punch.

This old man was as physically robust as a young man. In comparison, he was more like a candle flickering in the wind, Daiyu burying flowers.

However, the task wasn't without a way to complete it.

After all, wasn't he also a genius?

"Grandpa..." Lin Li stepped forward and called out.

"Not taking disciples." The old man said lightly. "But accepting mounts."

Lin Li: "..."

Wait, he wasn't playing a game right now, so why was he being taunted from the start?

Next, was QQ Farm going to tell him his vegetables died?

"Just kidding, young man. Grandpa has been getting taunted like this constantly in games recently. Now putting myself in their shoes, empathizing, it feels pretty good. I understand them now." The old man scratched his head and said with a smile.

Something felt like those idioms were used incorrectly, but Lin Li could see this old man had a quite youthful mentality. This was good too—at least communication would be much more convenient.

"Young man, is there something you need from grandpa? Are you interested in tai chi?" the old man asked again, his expression kind and gentle.

"No, grandpa, I want to have an exhilarating martial arts spar with you!" Lin Li got straight to the point.

"Huh?" This answer was definitely beyond expectations. The old man scratched his head somewhat bewildered, pointing at his own nose: "Martial arts sparring? Me? But this old man doesn't really know eight-brocade exercises..."

"It's fine, grandpa. I have some understanding of tai chi." Lin Li said confidently.

"Oh? Health tai chi or real tai chi boxing?" The old man's eyes lit up.

Lin Li's so-called understanding of tai chi came from a master surnamed Zhao named Benshan, who told him tai chi was shuffling cards, arranging cards, drawing cards, looking at cards, drawing cards, looking at cards, winning.

"Health tai chi, I guess." So Lin Li said.

"Makes sense." The old man nodded. If he had really systematically practiced tai chi boxing, he wouldn't have struggled so much with eight-brocade exercises just now.

"Then let's spar a bit." The old man assumed a stance and said with a smile.

For this future pillar of the motherland, he had also developed some appreciation for talent.

This posture meant tai chi push hands and free sparring. After Lin Li came up and they pressed their feet against each other, they could begin competing this way. It could both determine superior strength and compare internal power, while being much safer than real combat.

The result... the old man saw Lin Li assume a Wing Chun boxing stance, quite non-standard, while making "aduo" sound effects from his mouth.

"Tai chi, Lin Li!"

Old man: "..."

Wait, kid, what the hell do you understand about tai chi boxing? You're not here to mess with this old man, are you?

"Young man, you..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, he saw Lin Li throw a punch at him.

Young people today have no martial virtue, launching sneak attacks!

He quickly made defensive movements and instinctively deflected and counterattacked.

Wait, where's the force?

Tai chi emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, using the opponent's force against them, but just now the young man's punch—where was the force?

Didn't eat breakfast?

Thinking this, the old man's palm had already struck Lin Li's shoulder.

"Whoosh—"

Lin Li flew out directly, rolled twice on the ground, then lay there, seemingly even spitting blood, though the 'blood' looked more like saliva.

Old man: "..."

He didn't seem to use much force, did he?

Wait.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, pupils contracting slightly.

Damn, it's insurance fraud!

He looked around, looked around eight directions, looked around twelve directions. The park indeed had no surveillance cameras!

This young man came to commit insurance fraud!

What the hell, moral decay! Heaven and earth turned upside down! How did young people become like this? And to think he had quite appreciated him just now!

What pillar of the motherland—this was a super big termite of the motherland!

Moral decline, moral decline.

So it wasn't that bad people became fewer, but that bad people became younger!

The old man who had been physically robust for over sixty years covered his chest, feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath for the first time.

Only magic can defeat magic. The old man thought about it and decided to lie on the ground too.

"Ouch~~ Ouch~~"

Lin Li had already gotten up with a full smile, but seeing the old man lying on the ground, he froze, quickly raised both hands and stepped back two steps, indicating his innocence:

"Grandpa, you're committing insurance fraud? Don't do this! I didn't use any force just now. In broad daylight, this is meaningless."

Lin Li was somewhat disappointed. People's hearts weren't as good as before. He hadn't expected such a kindly old man to actually commit insurance fraud against him. You had to know they were probably neighbors from the same residential area, yet he could still bring himself to do this.

Moral decline, moral decline.

So it wasn't that bad people became fewer, but that bad people became older!

Unable to catch his breath, these words really infuriated the old man. What a case of the thief crying "catch the thief," turning the tables. He stretched out his finger, trembling as he pointed at Lin Li: "You, you—"

(End of Chapter)