Chapter 337: Chapter 334: 334 Gazi's Longing (Calling for Monthly Votes with Third Update)

The next day was overcast, and Feng Jun got up very early—not because he couldn’t sleep, but because he could faintly hear music coming from outside his window.

The music came from the other side of the building; he walked over, drew back the curtains, and was a bit dumbfounded. “Square dancing?”

His villa was right by the roadside. As mentioned earlier, this area has a mountainous terrain; the villas weren’t especially uniform, and opposite the villas was a forest. Now, in the forest, there was a gathering of about thirty or forty people dancing the square dance.

The road in front of his house was just a two-lane roadway with a bike lane and room for emergency avoidance, totaling about ten meters in width.

From such a close distance, having people dance the square dance early in the morning—no wonder one couldn’t sleep well!

It was a relief that his bedroom was on the other side, or it would have been even noisier.

Feng Jun shook his head helplessly, walked downstairs, and found that Gazi and Li Xiaobin were already up. Li Xiaobin was in the kitchen making breakfast, while Gazi was sweeping the yard.

Wu Ya was standing on its nest, staring blankly at the crowd opposite, appearing to be in deep thought.

Xu Leigang was on guard duty, but Fatty Xu had already left early in the morning to attend to his Little Princess.

Wang Haifeng didn’t get up late either; he was out of his room and washing up by seven o’clock sharp.

At a quarter past seven, everyone sat down together for breakfast, and Feng Jun brought up the question, “Isn’t the square dance… supposed to be near the White Pagoda?”

“Who knows what got into them?” Wang Haifeng shook his head, clearly exasperated, “The ground opposite isn’t paved or flat; only the devil knows what made them decide to dance there.”

Feng Jun frowned, “How long has this square dance been going on?”

Wang Haifeng furrowed his brows and thought for a moment, “Around the eighth or ninth, just when you left for Dengzhou, people started dancing here.”

“At first there weren’t many people, just seven or eight,” Li Xiaobin added, “They were walking their dogs, and since those dogs liked to be nearby, they tied up their dogs and then started to dance. Now, the number of people has just been increasing.”

“Walking dogs…” Feng Jun’s mouth twitched slightly, his expression odd, and after a pause, he spoke, “I didn’t seem to see many dogs just now.”

“Lao Xu gave the property management a piece of his mind, even went as far as breaking a leash after one dog nearly bit Xiao Bin,” Wang Haifeng spoke nonchalantly, “You have enough on your plate, so we didn’t tell you. Now, those dog walkers basically just walk their dogs by and don’t dare to tie them up nearby.”

Feng Jun was taken aback and then gestured toward the other side, “But now, they’re really disturbing the peace… Lei Gang hasn’t reacted to this?”

“He reacted, but it was no use,” Wang Haifeng sighed, “With so many dancers, the main sufferers are just our household… The property management just said that the homeowners need to negotiate amongst themselves.”

The reasoning of the property management, as hard as it was to say, wasn’t just an excuse; although there were quite a few villas nearby, Xu Leigang’s was indeed the one most affected, the others were much less so.

Negotiate amongst themselves? Feng Jun’s brows knitted together slightly, “Then who owns the plot of land opposite us?”

“That land belongs to the development zone,” Li Xiaobin was quite familiar with these matters. Not to mention anything else, but she, who feared dogs the most, also worried the most, “It’s not developed yet, so when people stand there dancing, it’s hard for others to intervene.”

“Isn’t that simple?” Gazi couldn’t hold back any longer. Coming from a county town, he was all too familiar with handling such issues, “Let’s just dig the whole place into pits, let them dance then… It’s land that nobody looks after anyway.”

“Bro, you really have some ideas,” Wang Haifeng glanced at him, nodding in approval, “Good thinking!”

He occasionally came up with similar ideas, but as a kid who grew up in a big city, he instinctively considered a lot. He genuinely admired the other party for daring to think and act.

“What are you guys talking about, sounds lively?” Just then, Xu Leigang walked in.

After Fatty Xu’s arrival, Gazi’s suggestion immediately escalated into a discussion of its practicality.

Xu Leigang had also considered the option of sabotaging the dance area but having grown up here, there were things he couldn’t take too far—after all, this area was under the jurisdiction of the management committee, and there were still many living elders around.

Even though his mother was still alive, he had to give some people face.

After some thought, Xu Leigang finally nodded, “I’ve protested several times already. Since they don’t respect me, we don’t need to think too much about it either. Once we’ve dug the pits, we’ll just fill them with concrete.”

This was even more ruthless, as pits filled with concrete would be difficult and costly to clean up.

Of course, pouring concrete would also cost quite a bit, but… was Feng Jun lacking that amount of money?

However, Feng Jun prided himself on being a reasonable man and still raised a question, “We are in a scenic area, wouldn’t pouring concrete randomly be suspected of destroying greenery?”

“So what if it destroys it,” Wang Haifeng spoke indifferently, “If the property management company can’t handle them, why should they interfere with us?”

Hearing this, Xu Leigang reluctantly twisted his mouth—it was after all the place where he grew up. Hai Feng’s approach was a bit inconsiderate, but those people on the other side were indeed quite annoying.

“Forget it,” Feng Jun decided, “If we go about it this way, the property management might stop us halfway.”

“Yeah,” Xu Leigang nodded, “The property management is essentially the committee’s people. You stir up cement… can they really ignore it? Master Feng has considered it more thoroughly.”

Unexpectedly, Master Feng immediately followed up with, “Today, Hai Feng is going to find some people. Don’t dig the hole too deep, remember to pour some water in it…”

Having settled on this, Li Xiaobin went to wash dishes and tidy up the house, while Feng Jun checked on the progress of Xu Leigang and Wang Haifeng, then beckoned Gazi upstairs, “Are you ready?”

Gazi already knew that Feng Jun planned to pass on a set of skills to him. It wasn’t convenient before while in Dengzhou, but now that he had come to Zhengyang, he could start his cultivation.

Most importantly, Brother Jun had said that if he cultivated this technique well, it could completely cure his epilepsy.

He trusted Brother Jun almost blindly. Since he was young, Brother Jun had always looked out for him. As he grew older, Brother Jun was a genius in his studies and eventually left his hometown to make a living.

Brother Jun had a tough time in the last couple of years, which Lu Xiaoning also knew, but in his eyes, it was far from a failure. It’s normal for people and goods to be valued away from their hometowns, and an adaptation process is quite normal.

As for Feng Jun’s triumphant return home later on, that was even more normal—it should’ve been the rhythm all along.

So he believed that if Brother Jun said he could cure epilepsy, then he surely could—maybe not 100%, but there was a 99% chance.

Hearing Feng Jun ask this, he suppressed the joy in his heart and nodded, “I’m ready.”

Feng Jun thought for a moment, then cautioned him again, “After you’ve cultivated my Dharma, we are brothers, let’s not talk about master and disciple, but you must keep the secret and not disclose it…do you understand?”

Lu Xiaoning nodded without hesitation, “You can rest assured, Brother Jun. You tell me to become your disciple, isn’t this just the way of the Martial World?”

Feng Jun chuckled, I’d forgotten, this guy loves martial arts novels even more than me.

Gazi’s aptitude was slightly worse than Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang, and Feng Jun didn’t help him develop his qi sensation. He had simply given him a Cultivation Technique Manual with twenty-seven diagrams—identical to the one given to Wang Haifeng, and also advised him to communicate more with Coach Wang.

Then, he handed him half a Body Tempering Pill to consume. It wasn’t that Feng Jun was playing favorites, but rather that the meningitis Gazi had contracted indeed caused damage to his head. He had to first use the Body Tempering Pill to expand his meridians and make the necessary repairs.

However, Feng Jun really hadn’t expected that after consuming the Body Tempering Pill, Gazi would cry out in extreme agony.

He had thought that Gazi, being a bit younger than himself, wouldn’t experience too much pain during body tempering.

And from what he knew of Gazi, he understood that the boy was quite resilient and cared about his face; he shouldn’t have had such a strong reaction.

Perhaps…his pain nerves are more sensitive? Feng Jun guessed, then watched Gazi for a moment, ensuring that he wouldn’t pass out from the pain before he leisurely left the room.

Then, he saw Li Xiaobin, who was looking at him with a very strange expression.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to ask, “Is Gazi… learning martial arts from you, too?”

Even though Xu Leigang and Wang Haifeng were tight-lipped, everyone lived and ate together, and over time, Li Xiaobin naturally knew that the two were studying martial arts with their junior high classmate. Since no one told her, she hadn’t asked.

Now that she saw Lu Xiaoning also cultivating, she couldn’t help it anymore.

“No, I’m treating his illness,” Feng Jun shook his head, then added, “But I will teach him martial arts.”

Li Xiaobin sighed and looked at him sorrowfully, “Boss Feng, he’s just a junior from your elementary school, and we were classmates. Would you rather teach him and not me?”

She knew Gazi from Chaoyang—it’s been mentioned before that Gazi was Feng Jun’s shadow, and virtually all of Feng Jun’s classmates knew him.

Hearing this, Feng Jun was somewhat speechless. Please, I brought you out of that kind of place and offered you a well-paid job, haven’t I already honored our classmate relationship?

And truth to tell, she held a slightly lower place in his heart than Gazi—she was a sweet memory of an adolescent crush, while Gazi was a brother with whom he had fought and taken beatings.

Of course, if the conditions allowed, Feng Jun would also like to recall the sentiments of youth. So after pondering for a moment, he smiled and asked, “Martial arts training is very hard. Can you, a girl… endure the hardship?”

Turns out, Li Xiaobin really hadn’t planned on enduring hardship. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand it, but most girls don’t have the same inclination toward violence as boys do. Men speak of conquering the world, while most women talk about winning over men.

So she answered with a smile, “You should have said that sooner. I thought you were prejudiced against me.”

No prejudice, just a little regret, Feng Jun smiled, “You were our class leader, how could I bear any prejudice? Wouldn’t our classmates tear me apart?”

Sure enough, with that comment, he diverted Li Xiaobin’s thoughts, leading her to talk about the upcoming reunion of their fifth-grade class.

(Three chapters in, tirelessly summoning for monthly tickets.)