By linking my account to the check-in system, I became a leisurely traveler.

Chapter 64 Welcome everyone to follow me

Even though he could no longer compete, Zhou Xiaotiao stayed at the medical station next to Li Younan and the others and watched the match.

Park Jae-hoon had two gold medals hanging around his neck. Standing on the platform, they gleamed brightly.

The host shoved the microphone into his mouth, and he said some polite words. The audience went wild with the music, clapping and screaming, like leftover beer that had lost all its foam and was left with only a sour base.

Everyone felt a thorn in their side when someone stole the limelight right at their doorstep.

The host, quick-witted as ever, rolled his eyes and called out to the audience, "Friends! It's a carnival, the point is to join in! Contestant Park Jae-hoon said he'll teach one person how to do parkour right here! Simple moves, feel the thrill of scaling walls! Anyone want to try?"

The crowd buzzed, some pushing forward, some jeering, but no one actually dared to go up.

Those metal frames and big boxes looked like they were going to hurt you.

Park Jae-hoon's eyes were dazzling.

Li Younan was wondering if the sand would be softer underfoot when the tide went out when the guy next to him with the gimbal camera said with some regret, "Sigh, it's really sad that it's not our countrymen standing on the podium..."

Li Younan heard this, paused for a moment, and then raised his hand.

The host exclaimed as if he had struck gold: "Great! This brave friend! Please come up on stage!"

Jing Chaoyi was stunned for a moment, "Senior?"

Zhou Xiaotiao also frowned.

Why would this kid go up there and become a hotshot?

Li Younan pushed through the crowd, then suddenly turned back to the guy with the gimbal and said, "Hey buddy, can you film me later and send it to me?"

The young man paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

Having received an affirmative answer, Li Younan slowly walked onto the stage.

Lee Yoo-nam stood on the stage, more than a meter away from Park Jae-hoon.

Park Jae-hoon glanced at Lee Yoo-nam, then put on his professional fake smile again.

"Welcome, friend! What's your name?" The host shoved the microphone towards him.

"Li Younan," Li Younan replied, the microphone buzzing loudly.

"Okay, Yu Nan! Don't be nervous, let the champion teach you a few simple ones!"

The host turned to Park Jae-hoon, "Park, do you think this guy has any talent?"

Park Jae-hoon smiled quite professionally and pointed to a low wooden box next to him: "Starting from the basics, cushioning the landing, watch me."

He jumped up and landed steadily, his knees bent like a textbook.

"Lower your center of gravity and use your muscles to absorb the force. Give it a try?"

Li Younan nodded and walked to the box. Too lazy to jump, he lightly touched the edge of the box with his left toe and climbed up as if stepping on a stair.

I stood still, without deliberately bending my knees, thinking that the sand was quite soft and would feel like stepping on cotton. As soon as my feet touched the ground, the sand sank in a little bit without even making a sound.

Park Jae-hoon's fake smile twitched as if he had a grain of sand stuck in his throat.

Li Younan smiled slightly, "Looks like you have good eyesight; you figured it out."

The host, unable to discern anything, exclaimed: "Not bad! Very steady! Park, how about something more challenging?"

Park Jae-hoon's eyes turned serious as he pointed to a slanted, graffiti-covered metal plate next to him, about the height of a person: "Try running up the slanted wall. Run up, push off the wall, brace your hands on the top of the wall, and hold on."

He demonstrated personally, his movements swift and precise, bracing himself firmly against the wall.

Li Younan looked at the iron plate; the paint had peeled off in the sun.

A running start? Too much trouble.

Li Younan walked directly to the base of the wall, less than half a meter away. He didn't think about anything; he just felt that this angle would be a good place to use leverage.

With a twist of his feet, he stood up, his right foot brushing almost vertically against the wall in the blink of an eye, and his left hand gently resting on the top edge of the wall like a railing, and he was already squatting on it.

quick?
Li Younan himself didn't feel it was fast, it was just quite smooth, like being blown up by the wind.

"Wow—Holy crap!!"

Zhou Xiaotiao sat up straight abruptly, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets... but the aggravation of his injury caused him to gasp in pain.

Jing Chaoyi was dumbfounded...

Oh no... when did you learn these things, senior?
I do remember that my senior could play basketball...

That... that makes sense!
After all, basketball is a sport, and so is parkour.

"Brilliant!!"

The audience erupted in chaos! The noise was ten times louder than when Park Jae-hoon won the championship! Whistles and screams filled the air, enough to drown out the speakers.

The smile on Park Jae-hoon's face vanished completely, replaced by a stiff expression. The gold medal around his neck, like two copper bells, jingled loudly, but couldn't drown out the uproar from the audience.

The host's mouth gaped open, revealing his back teeth, and he nearly dropped the microphone: "Li Younan! Friend! You...you're definitely not an ordinary audience member! Why didn't you sign up for the competition?! With your skill level..." The host practically shoved the microphone into Li Younan's face, spittle flying towards him like sea breeze: "Friend! Show us something! Just show us something! Let everyone see! Please!"

The crowd below the stage shouted wildly, "One more! One more! One more!" The sound waves crashed over us like a tsunami, making our ears ring.

Park Jae-hoon stood to the side, the gold medal around his neck heavy, his face slightly pale.

Li Younan glanced at the guy in the audience holding the gimbal and confirmed that he was recording.

"alright."

Li Younan's voice wasn't loud, but the microphone amplified it, and the audience instantly fell silent. Even the music seemed to pause for a beat, leaving only the howling sea breeze.

Li Younan walked to the starting line of the track, ignoring the pile of metal shipping containers and Park Jae-hoon beside him, staring only at the warm sand beneath his feet. He had no map in his mind; he just felt that this pile of things was like a child's building blocks, something he could easily step over.

Moved.

Without sprinting or gathering strength, with just a lift of the foot, the person had already slid out, as fast as a shadow flashing across the sand.

The first low wall wasn't jumped over, but rather "flowed" over—the toes touched the top of the wall, and the body slid down the wall like mercury spilling onto the ground, landing as lightly as a feather touching the ground.

The audience was deathly silent; everyone held their breath.

Next up was that pile of containers.

Zhou Xiaotiao, who slammed himself into a bun, is right here, and this is the move he made that went too far.

Li Younan walked to the side of the container, the very spot where Zhou Xiaotiao had strained his ankle to break it. Without pausing, he casually kicked his right foot off the rough metal – not with all his might, but with a clever, springy motion, like stepping on a springboard.

In an instant, his body lifted up and flipped backward! Fast! Much faster and more agile than Zhou Xiaotiao! The wind whistled in his ears, his vision spun, but his center of gravity was as stable as if welded to his spine.

One week! Two weeks! Three weeks! With a relaxed and unhindered body, his hands precisely, as if casually, hung on the edge of the container roof.

The entire movement was fluid and effortless, without the slightest struggle or strain, and even carried a touch of leisurely afternoon stroll.

Hanging there, his body was as steady as a rock, without even a sway.

Zhou Xiaotiao was petrified.

“Wow——!!!”

The audience didn't gasp; it exploded! It was a tsunami! It was a hysterical outburst! All the pent-up resentment and frustration from the afternoon was completely ignited and exploded into a sky full of fireworks by this effortless, almost miraculous display!

Some people jumped up, some frantically slapped the people around them, and some shouted at the top of their lungs.

Lee You-nan hung up there, looked down, and saw Park Jae-hoon with his face upturned and his mouth slightly open, his champion's composure and pride completely shattered.

The gold medal around his neck still gleamed in the setting sun, but its radiance now appeared hollow and dim.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pinched the edge of one of the gold medals, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Not finished yet.

Li Younan released his grip, and his body fell naturally, landing lightly and silently, like a leaf blown away by the wind.

The moment he landed, his toes barely touched the sand before his body shot out like an arrow, hurtling towards the three-meter-high finish line wall covered in wild graffiti!

The distance closed rapidly! A wall push! Not the standard, powerful push of Park Jae-hoon, but more like a swift "smear" of the wall with the soles of his feet, using the momentum! His body soared into the air, reaching an astonishing height! His posture in the air was relaxed, with an almost languid elegance, as if he were strolling in the air.

At its highest point, its body traced a perfect arc, its hands firmly, like magnets, gripping the edge of the wall. Hanging! The golden light outlined its silhouette, the sea breeze billowing the hem of its old T-shirt, making it flutter loudly.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Then came a complete and utter breakdown, an overwhelming frenzy! The entire Guanyin Mountain beach was like a lit powder keg! Screams, whistles, applause, stomping, the frantic pounding of inflatable sticks... all the sounds blended into a destructive wave of sound that soared into the sky!
Park Jae-hoon stood there, as if nailed to the spot by the enormous sound, looking at the casual figure on the wall with a complicated expression, the gold medal in his hand seemed to have become incredibly heavy.

Li Younan hung on the top of the wall, listening to the boiling ocean below.

Really noisy.

However, the sand was warmed by the setting sun, and the salty sea breeze felt quite pleasant on my face.

Li Younan released his grip, his body free-falling. As he approached the protective mat, he slightly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, curled up, rolled, released the force, and stood up. The movements were as natural as breathing, barely stirring up any dust. He patted off non-existent dust from his shorts, turned around, and walked towards the edge of the stage.

The host rushed over and blocked Li Younan's path like a madman, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Master! Wait! Wait! Why aren't you competing?! Why?! With your skill level..."

The microphone was brought to his lips again, carrying the host's hot breath.

Li Younan turned his head slightly to avoid the spittle.

He glanced up at the host, who was so excited he was about to faint, then at Park Jae-hoon, who stood frozen like a statue beside him. Finally, his gaze swept over the audience below the stage and looked toward the vast sea in the distance, which was dyed molten gold by the setting sun.

"I'm just a streamer who travels around. I don't like competitions. If you like me, you can search for my profile on Douyin and follow me. Hmm... you should be able to find me by searching for Li Younan."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a magical power, causing the boiling scene to fall into an eerie silence for half a second.

"Huh?" Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

After speaking, Li Younan gently pushed the microphone away. The host froze on the spot, as if struck by a spell.

Li Younan walked a few steps to the edge of the stage. It wasn't high, so he jumped down easily without looking back. His figure flickered, like a drop of water merging into the receding tide, quickly disappearing into the colorful, flashing lights of the carnival and the still-boiling crowd.

(End of this chapter)