Fanatic!

Chapter 7 Standing Posture on the Edge of Life and Death

Chen Wujun didn't return home until after dinner.

The afternoon was fruitless, but Chen Wujun wasn't too disappointed; he hadn't planned to find his target in a day anyway.

"Where did you go all afternoon?" Huang Meizhen asked him as she came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

"I went to find my older brother," Chen Wujun said honestly.

"Why are you going to find that spendthrift son?" Chen Hanliang felt a surge of anger when he heard about his eldest son.

"Ask him how much money he owes, how come he has so much usurious interest?" Chen Wujun said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hanliang snorted coldly.

"Have you found him yet?" Huang Meizhen asked with some concern, as she hadn't seen her eldest son for quite some time.

"I couldn't find it. Father, which casino does my eldest brother usually go to? I've looked at several places but haven't found it!" Chen Wujun asked.

"I don't know! And don't go to those shady places! I'll figure out how to handle the money," Chen Hanliang said.

However, when money was mentioned, a hesitant and conflicted expression appeared on his face.

To raise 3 yuan, one would have to take out a loan to finance either their house or their dental clinic.

Despite its dilapidated appearance, the city was home to over 100,000 people, making it incredibly valuable.

A 10-square-meter room with eight beds can cost 200 or even 300 yuan per month for a single bed.
"Mom, why is your face so pale?" Chen Wujun noticed that his mother's face was a little pale and her movements were a little slower than usual.

"It's nothing, I'm just not feeling well today, I'll be fine tomorrow," Huang Meizhen said casually.

Chen Wujun didn't know what had happened, and seeing that his mother didn't say anything, he kept it to himself.

Now the whole family is worried about those tens of thousands of yuan in high-interest loans, and Chen Wujun can't help them.

He couldn't very well tell his parents, "Don't worry, as long as the creditor is dead, the debt won't have to be repaid."

After dinner, Chen Wujun sat on the sofa for half an hour reading police reports before returning to his room to practice the Golden Rooster Stance.

I spent the afternoon wandering around various casinos, wasting the time I spent practicing standing meditation. I need to double my practice tonight to make up for it.

Back in my room, as soon as I closed the door, I felt suffocated by the heat.

Chen Wujun simply went to the rooftop to practice standing meditation.

The rooftops of all the buildings in the walled city were connected together, at varying heights, and each rooftop was piled with a lot of miscellaneous items and clothes drying in the sun.

In addition, some people had no place to live, so they built shacks on the rooftop using sheet metal.

Chen Wujun carefully made his way through the clutter with a flashlight, avoiding the rooftop shacks, and peered into the distance from a corner. From there, he could see a cluster of brightly lit skyscrapers.

That's the city center of the East Ninth District, where the wealthy and elite live.

Chen Wujun's biggest wish is to buy a luxury house and a luxury car there.

I will never go back to this stinking walled city.

The walled city reeked of a foul odor at all times, and the people there were covered in it, a stench that couldn't be washed off.

Therefore, when they were in school, the students from the working-class areas called them "stinky hole bugs" and wanted to avoid them as much as possible.

He got into more than a dozen fights because of this.

Later, the ordinary students didn't dare to openly call them "stinky worms," ​​so they called them "village boys" and "village girls."

Chen Wujun leaned against the wall and gazed for a moment at the brightly lit skyscrapers in the distance. Then, he shone his flashlight around to see if there were any discarded nails or the like. He then found a flat spot, took off his shoes, and neatly placed them aside before beginning his stance training.

A gentle breeze blows across the rooftop from time to time, making it not only less stuffy, but also significantly reducing the pervasive stench in the walled city.

While standing on the Golden Rooster Stake, Chen Wujun suddenly had a brilliant idea while looking at the half-person-high protective wall in front of him. The wall was about 30 centimeters thick, just enough for one person to stand on.

He used to sit there and stare blankly into the distance many times.

If you stand on the stake, you will fall off if you lose your grip.

Would this make me more focused and help me improve faster?

Once the idea popped into his head, it grew wildly like weeds; even if he managed to suppress it, it would sprout up again in a moment.

A moment later, a look of madness appeared in Chen Wujun's eyes.

Chen Wujun was naturally very brave, and after assessing the level of danger, he was fairly confident.

After all, all that standing meditation he'd been doing these past few days hadn't been for nothing. As long as Senior Brother Li didn't suddenly kick him, he could stand steadily.

If you can stand on flat ground, why can't you stand on the parapet of the rooftop?

Chen Wujun resumed his normal standing posture, leaned against the wall to rest, and reached out to feel around on the wall to check for any unstable parts.

After resting for a while, Chen Wujun gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands, and sat down on the parapet.

The building is thirteen stories high.

Looking down, the lights on the sign below were as small as ants.

After sitting for a while, Chen Wujun bent one leg, slowly stood up, and stood on both legs.

At this moment, Chen Wujun also felt some fear.

"If you can't even do this, what can you do?"

"Among the hundreds of thousands of people in the stronghold, who isn't daring? Who wouldn't take a risk? If you want to get ahead, you have to be more ruthless than others!"

"Be ruthless not only to others, but also to yourself!"

Chen Wujun kept encouraging himself.

Before me lay what seemed like a bottomless abyss, with only the lights below and in the distance flickering, making me feel as insignificant as if I were on the horizon.

Behind him was the rooftop. Chen Wujun moved his feet little by little, then stood in a charging stance, ready to fall backward and crash into the rooftop should he encounter any danger.

Standing on the retaining wall gave him a feeling he had never experienced before.

His attention was more focused than ever before, as if he had entered a state of "being on high alert," but he knew very well that he had not.

His world seemed to have been simplified, leaving only the bottomless abyss in front of him and the three inches of land beneath his feet.

The cold, rough surface of the retaining wall beneath his feet, and his greatest enemy—the wind.

If they were on flat ground, these winds wouldn't have bothered him at all.

But at this moment, he felt his vest being constantly slapped against his skin by the wind, as if countless hands were pushing him.

His hair stood on end, not because he was feeling "at great risk," but because it was his body's most instinctive reaction when facing a deadly crisis.

His hearing also became extremely acute; he could even hear the noise and commotion in the streets and the crying of children in the distant shacks.

Chen Wujun's toes dug hard into the wall, as if nails were pinning him there.

Every slight adjustment of his center of gravity caused his heart to race.

He only lasted five minutes, but it felt like he had lasted five hours.

When he started to feel a little dizzy, he knew he had reached his limit and carefully jumped back onto the rooftop.

The moment his feet touched the rooftop, his heart pounded violently, he gasped for breath, and he felt completely exhausted.

"Haha, hahahaha!" Chen Wujun leaned against the wall with one hand and laughed heartily, an indescribable joy welling up from the bottom of his heart.

he made it!

Although it's just a charging stake.

He experienced a completely different feeling compared to his usual standing meditation.

With unparalleled focus and incredibly subtle sensations, one could feel every inch of their body, every drop of sweat sliding down their brow, and even the flow of blood within their body.

Dancing on the edge of death, the aftermath of crisis brings unparalleled exhilaration.

Moreover, he knew that his previous idea was correct.

Standing on the edge of a rooftop is dangerous; one wrong step and you could fall and die. The rewards are far greater than those from standing on flat ground.

After resting for half an hour, Chen Wujun climbed back up the protective wall.

……

The next morning, Chen Wujun was in exceptionally good spirits.

He had been worried about loan sharks, but after walking around the edge of the rooftop, his mindset underwent a huge change.

Although the problem of usury is still pressing, it will not put as much pressure on him as it does now.

Even his energy and spirit were much more abundant than before, and his eyes were brighter.

"Senior Brother Li!" Chen Wujun greeted Senior Brother Li.

When standing on the assault stake, Chen Wujun had sharp hearing and eyesight, and he could clearly perceive everything around him.

"Huh?" Senior Brother Li looked at Chen Wujun standing in the stance and felt that something about Chen Wujun was different from before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Chen Wujun stood there, his feet digging into the ground, his body rising and falling slightly, his upper body upright, and his spirit and energy were even better than yesterday.

Senior Brother Li walked up behind Chen Wujun, reached out and pushed him. Chen Wujun's upper body swayed slightly, then bounced back, his feet remaining perfectly still.

"He's really making rapid progress, taking root on his feet!" Senior Brother Li thought to himself, even he was jealous of Chen Wujun's talent.

"How long did it take me to get to this level?"

Yesterday, when he was having dinner with his mentor, he mentioned the new student who was progressing very quickly. His mentor simply nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

He didn't say much himself.

Let him practice for a while longer and see how he progresses in other subjects. If he continues to progress at such a rapid pace, then take him to see his master.

This week, Zhou Qing, the head of the martial arts school, has rarely appeared. Chen Wujun has been in the school for ten days and has not seen him yet.

Li Shixiong usually takes care of it.

There are only a handful of students, a handful of them.

After all, without money or martial arts skills, struggling to survive is already difficult enough.

Those who had money went straight to learn new skills.

The new technique does not require standing in a static posture. Instead, it involves constantly exploring one's own potential and using external objects to gradually strengthen one's own magnetic field and improve one's own qualities.

Therefore, the new technique can produce results more quickly.

After standing on the assault pile for half an hour, Chen Wujun did not feel tired at all.

Then it turned into a golden rooster stake.

Support your body with one foot, raise the other knee to form a shield, and protect your upper body with both hands.

Although he only practiced standing on the rooftop yesterday, it gave him a new sense of control and balance over his body, and he performed even better when standing on the Golden Rooster stance.

Standing there, it was as if I were nailed to the spot, my body swaying slightly from side to side, but my center of gravity remained constant.

However, it still couldn't withstand external forces.

Senior Brother Li gave him a gentle push... Although it was just a light push for him, it made Chen Wujun stagger and take two steps before regaining his balance.

(End of this chapter)