72: Chapter 072: Guardian of Flowers Reward 72: Chapter 072: Guardian of Flowers Reward Zhang Fan sat on the ground, comfortably gazing at Ye Yanran, who was doing push-ups with burning eyes.

One hundred push-ups, no more, no less, and Ye Yanran almost completed them without turning red or breathing heavily.

Meanwhile, the others began to shake in their arms.

This was the gap in constitution!

Ye Yanran stood up and glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.

“Not bad, not bad, but the form isn’t quite right,” Zhang Fan teased.

By now, Ye Yanran was draped in a faint blush.

This was a post-exercise trait that added another touch of sexiness compared to before.

“The form isn’t right!” Ye Yanran bit her pearly teeth, wishing she could chop Zhang Fan up with a knife.

She had let go of her captain’s pride purely for the legendary Bone Separation Hand.

If it weren’t for that, she would have started throwing punches long ago.

But this bastard, not only did he take advantage at every opportunity, he also made all these snide remarks.

“What’s next?” Ye Yanran asked through gritted teeth.

Zhang Fan chuckled, “Naturally, it’s time for some practical application.”

He wasn’t any teacher, and when it came to the Bone Separation Hand, he could only use it practically.

As for explaining it, forget it—he wasn’t capable of that.

Looking at Ye Yanran’s angry face, Zhang Fan’s face involuntarily broke into a mischievous smile, “This skill is passed on by physical touch, so if you want to learn, you need to feel it yourself.”

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, smiling at Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran, already quite angry, thought about how this guy had just dislocated Wang Wen’s wrist with that same hand.

Again?

“Sis, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.

Plus, you can only grasp the most basic operations by feeling the strength and technique of my wrist,” Zhang Fan said with a smile.

Ye Yanran, half-doubting, reached out her hand only to have it grabbed by Zhang Fan.

“The other one!” Zhang Fan said, grasping Ye Yanran’s hands lightly.

“Pay attention, I’m going to apply force now,” Zhang Fan said as he gradually increased the pressure in his hands.

“Right, don’t resist, just feel with your heart,” Zhang Fan smirked, swirling his hands irregularly.

Soon enough, Zhang Fan also got into the zone.

Since he said he’d teach her, he couldn’t just be taking advantage, could he?

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s hands were like a vortex, engulfing Ye Yanran’s hands.

Although Zhang Fan’s force was mild, Ye Yanran could almost feel her fingers being ground to dust by him.

Yet soon, Ye Yanran noticed a different sensation—it was even more comforting than a massage.

Ye Yanran frowned and started to moan softly.

The pain in her hands quickly disappeared, replaced by an immensely soothing feeling.

The men who were gritting their teeth doing push-ups were stunned and lifted their heads, their eyes wide open, deeply drawn by the moans of Ye Yanran.

“The kneading and twisting force is very important,” Zhang Fan said as he released Ye Yanran’s hands and slid his palm toward her elbow.

Zhang Fan continued, “Once you’ve mastered the kneading and twisting force, you can dislocate an enemy’s joint in an instant, like this.”

Zhang Fan gently applied pressure with his fingertips on Ye Yanran’s elbow.

In a moment, Ye Yanran felt as if her elbow would detach from her arm.

Zhang Fan’s palm slid upward, coming to rest on Ye Yanran’s shoulder, then gently pressed down, causing her to whimper in pain once more.

The group of men nearly drooled at this spectacle.

The goddess they revered was now so close to Zhang Fan.

What the hell, this was defying the heavens!

If they could also massage the goddess like that, even dying on the spot would be worth it.

In the medical room, Wang Wen’s face was pale, filled with a violent aura.

“Wang Wen, rest well these next few days, and don’t strain yourself, or it will become inflamed,” the doctor advised after setting his wrist, warning him.

However, he couldn’t help asking, “Our department isn’t on call, so how did your hand get like this?”

Killing intent surged in Wang Wen’s expression, but he did not reply.

How could he accept that a high school student was able to dislocate his wrist in an instant?

With a plaster on, he left the medical room without delay.

Back at the gate of the Inspection Department, Wang Wen was stunned.

Seeing Zhang Fan kneading Ye Yanran’s hand, his heart trembled.

Bastard, dare to treat Ye Yanran like this!

Killing intent flooded his eyes as he looked down to find a blue brick not far away.

Without a second thought, he ran over, picked up the brick, and fiercely hurled it toward Zhang Fan.

However, the moment he threw it, a sudden intense pain in his wrist caused his hand to shake, and the brick changed direction, flying toward Ye Yanran.

Wang Wen’s eyes bulged, petrified by the sight.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Alerted by the sound, Zhang Fan looked up, and in the next instant, he sprang into action, throwing himself and Ye Yanran to the ground.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw a blue brick fly past where Ye Yanran had been standing.

“Crack!”

The brick hit the ground and broke in two.

The loud noise snapped everyone to attention.

What just happened?

Why did a brick suddenly fly out?

Everyone looked around quickly, then they saw Wang Wen with his murderous face.

“Damn it, what an asshole to throw a brick like that.

If not for Zhang Fan, that brick would have hit Ye Yanran on the head—that would have been catastrophic.

“Ding, the Host has successfully protected a Planting Spirit subject, reward 1000 Spiritual Value.”

Zhang Fan was somewhat dumbfounded.

Getting rewarded for protecting a Planting Spirit subject?

Damn it, who knew such a good thing was possible?

But in the next moment, he was awakened by a sharp pain.

Ye Yanran, looking furious, was fiercely biting his shoulder.