M I H G Chapter 200: Morning Run.
Some of the girls here are quite avant-garde," Frank thought for a moment and spoke the truth. After all, when he was young, he had also gone to the swimming pool to check out the girls.
"Then how about tomorrow we spend the whole day at the swimming pool?" Master Roshi raised his chopsticks, his face filled with longing for the wonderful life that lay ahead.
"Your opinion matters, old man," Frank had given up resisting by now. After all, even though this old man was a bit lecherous, he was reliable and not a bad person. So Frank trusted Master Roshi wouldn't cause him too much trouble.
The next morning at six o'clock, Master Roshi yanked Frank out of bed.
"Master Roshi, it's only six o'clock now, and the swimming pool isn't even open yet!" Frank looked at Master Roshi and almost wanted to kneel down for this old man. Even if he was impatient, it shouldn't be this extreme. It's six o'clock, and the cleaning lady at the swimming pool probably hasn't even started working yet.
"Of course, we'll go to the swimming pool in the afternoon," Master Roshi said to Frank: "However, the plan for the day starts in the morning. It's necessary to exercise every morning. Now let's go out for a run.”
As Master Roshi spoke, he even pinched Frank's loose muscles. "Look at you, at twenty years old, your body is worse than an eighty-year-old's, let alone mine.”
"Scientifically speaking, the air in the morning is not that great. The concentration of carbon dioxide is high, which is ungood for the body during exercise," Frank replied drowsily.
"Young people are really lazy," Master Roshi said as he raised his hand and saw Frank being carried on his shoulder.
"You fell asleep on my shoulder. I'll take you for morning exercise.”
"Hold on a minute!" It was summer, and Frank was only wearing a pair of shorts. If he went out like this, it would be embarrassing on a national level.
The front page headline the next day would definitely be a photo of Master Roshi carrying Frank on his back, accompanied by various eye-catching photos. Something like "Twenty-year-old ungrateful son lets the sixty-year-old father carry him to work; grandson goes crazy streaking and is carried back home by grandpa.”
Helplessly, Frank put on his clothes and accompanied Master Roshi outside. They took a car to a nearby park, but this last one didn't rush to start running.
"Master Roshi, didn't you say we were going for a morning run? Why aren't we running now?”
"Young people really lack experience. Do you know what's most important about morning runs?" Master Roshi looked at Frank mysteriously.
"What is it?" Frank asked curiously.
"Here it comes!" Master Roshi didn't answer Frank but suddenly started running, prompting him to quickly catch up.
At that moment, on the other side of the park's running track, there was a girl who stood over 1.7 meters tall, with legs that seemed to stretch beyond her neck. She wore cotton sports pants, a stretchy and sweat-absorbing tank top, and a visible sports bra. She happened to be running towards them.
Master Roshi followed closely behind the girl, his eyes widening as he admired her athletic and wild figure. His eyelids also jumped with the swaying of her buttocks, impressive, this Master Roshi.
Frank finally understood the purpose of Master Roshi's morning run.
Indeed, the old ginger is still spicy.
Frank looked at the girl in front of him. Her figure was indeed impressive. Although he still preferred the petite figure of his own girl, he acknowledged that as a man, he had a heart that appreciated art. So he immediately ran side by side with Master Roshi, following behind the attractive girl.
After running for a while, the girl felt something was off and turned her head to look back.
As soon as Frank saw the girl turning her head, he quickly glanced to the side, pretending to look at the surrounding scenery while running. But Master Roshi made no attempt to hide it. His eyes continued to gaze directly at the girl, and when she turned her head, he even winked as if greeting her. This old man may be old in age, but his heart is still young.
Although the girl was a bit annoyed by the two improper men following her, it was a park after all, and anyone could run there, so she couldn't say much. She coldly snorted and increased her running pace.
The girl's intention was clear – she wanted to use her speed to shake off Frank and Master Roshi, who she considered improper. It seemed that she was very confident in her running speed.
However, although Frank didn't run regularly, his physical fitness was good, so keeping up with the girl's pace was not a problem for him. As for Master Roshi, there was no need to mention it. This old man was capable of running 100 meters in 5.3 seconds. If he participated in the Olympics, he could run a race that would make Abdessalem Ayouni kneel down and sing "Conquer." So even though the girl had increased her running speed, Frank and Master Roshi were still closely following behind her.
However, Frank hasn't been running for a long time, so after completing three laps around the park, his speed gradually slowed down, and soon there was a distance of fifty meters between him and Master Roshi. Unfortunately, at this moment, he couldn't think about appreciating art anymore. He could only take a shortcut, cut across the diagonal, and maintain a distance of one hundred meters between himself and Master Roshi.
Meanwhile, the girl who was running ahead of Master Roshi completed three laps and confidently turned back to see if she had left the two unreliable men behind, and saw Master Roshi, looking relaxed and at ease, watching her.
"Young lady, you have good stamina," Master Roshi waved at the girl with a carefree expression.
The girl glanced at Frank, panting heavily on the inclined road, and then at Master Roshi, who didn't even break a sweat. She confirmed she had completed three laps. Could this old man be a youngster disguised as an old man?
The girl took a couple of deep breaths, suddenly increased her speed, rapidly swung her arms, and started running at the fastest pace possible. Seeing the girl accelerate, Master Roshi, who was following closely behind, maintained a distance of less than a meter. Unfortunately, poor Frank struggled to keep up with Master Roshi's pace, and his legs had trembled. Luckily, they were in a sharp turn, so Frank had taken a shortcut, covering only half the distance between Master Roshi and the girl.
Even so, Frank was still trailing behind Master Roshi by approximately eighty meters. If only they haven't been so far apart, he would have loved to rush up and grab Master Roshi's ears, saying, "Even if one dies under the peony, they should die as a hero. But don't drag him along!”
Fortunately, at that moment, the girl finally couldn't run any longer and stopped. She clasped her knees with both hands, gasping heavily, while sweat poured down from her forehead, sliding down her neck. Master Roshi switched from running to walking and passed by the girl. Then, with a relaxed expression, he sat on the bench in front of the girl, seemingly benevolent and kind, but actually admiring the art of the white rabbit.
The girl looked at Master Roshi, who seemed completely unaffected and not out of breath at all, then raised her fitness watch and checked the step count on it, followed by another glance at Master Roshi.
At that moment, she felt as if she
were living in a dream.
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