Chapter 5: The Magical Massage Technique

  The others in the dormitory saw Wang Fanglong return and politely asked him a few questions before going about their own business.

  Wang Fanglong dragged his tired body, quickly changed into his uniform, just wanting to sit down and rest, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, turned around to see that it was Jiang Xiaochun rushing in.

  As soon as he came in, Jiang Xiaochun hastily rolled up the sleeves of his camouflage uniform and grabbed Wang Fanglong, saying: "Come on, come on, hurry up and lie down on the bed. I'll give you a massage, guaranteed to be better than those so-called blind masseurs. No matter how much physical energy you've consumed, as long as you undergo my magical rejuvenating hands, I guarantee you'll be full of vitality."

  After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaochun kept darting his eyes around restlessly, as if searching for something.

  Suddenly, Jiang Xiaochun seemed to have found his target, and with a sly smile, he said: "So it's here. Come on, Wang Fanglong, hurry up and get on."

  As they talked, Jiang Xiaochun pulled Wang Fanglong onto a bed on the lower bunk.

  There was a blue label on the head of the bed with Wang Fanglong's name written on it. It turned out that Jiang Xiaochun had been searching for Wang Fanglong's bed just now.

  However, Wang Fanglong just wanted to take advantage of the remaining time to sit down and rest quietly, and didn't think about massaging anything at all, let alone owing someone a favor as soon as he arrived.

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  So, despite Jiang Xiaochun's enthusiasm, Wang Fanglong remained unmoved, smiled slightly and politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it, but I don't need a massage, just sitting for a while is fine."

  But Jiang Xiaochun was determined to give Wang Fanglong a massage, tightly grasping Wang Fanglong and refusing to let go, constantly advising: "Ah, it's okay, hurry up and lie down, it'll be fine in a moment, don't be polite."

  At this time, Wang Fanglong's roommates also followed and advised: "Yes, you consumed too much physical strength just now. Even if he beats you casually, it will be good for your physical recovery. Let him try."

  "Let him try then." Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and with Jiang Xiaochun's unusual enthusiasm, Wang Fanglong was also a bit overwhelmed.

  Moreover, Wang Fanglong thought to himself that the purpose of coming here was to become an official member of the "Red Beret" through the final assessment. If there were still training sessions below and he was eliminated due to his body not recovering, it would be a lifelong regret.

  Wang Fanglong thought that in the past when his body was tired, he had also been massaged by professional masseurs, and the effect was indeed good.

  I don't know what kind of training will be next, if the amount of exercise is large, with my current state, it's really hard to hold on.

  Regardless of whether Jiang Xiaochun knows massage or not, even if he just helps to knock on the body, it will be helpful for physical recovery. This time, let's treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

  Thinking of this, Wang Fanglong nodded in agreement.

  As soon as Wang Fanglong agreed, Jiang Xiaochun was very excited, with a smile all over his face, and quickly put the military quilt on the bed onto the table beside it. Then he patted the bed board and said to Wang Fanglong: "Hurry up, lie down on the bed, just for ten or so minutes, I guarantee you'll recover."

  Wang Fanglong lay directly on the bed.

  "Ah, that's right! Don't worry, my massage skills are inherited from my ancestors, a golden signboard, incredibly magical. When I was practicing at home before, I often got exhausted too. But every time I felt so tired that I didn't want to move, as soon as my grandfather stretched out his hand and massaged me a few times, I immediately recovered, and it even left me no chance to slack off."

  After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaochun stretched out his large hands like a lotus leaf and began to massage Wang Fanglong's body.

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  A master's skill is evident from the very start!

  Jiang Xiaochun suddenly raised his hand, and everyone around him was stunned.

  Only saw Jiang Xiaochun's hands flying, pushing, grasping, lifting, pinching, kneading, pressing, pointing and patting, with various massage techniques changing constantly. The two rough big hands were like butterflies dancing in the flower cluster, dazzling people's eyes, making them unable to keep up.

  Onlookers were full of praise: "Really didn't expect it, he really has a good hand."

  "Yes, look at this action, these moves, it's definitely a professional."

  ……

  As for Wang Fanglong himself, he couldn't see how Jiang Xiaochun was massaging him, but only felt waves of soreness, numbness, itchiness and pain coming from his waist, back and legs. When it was sour, he felt weak all over; when it was numb, it was as if an electric current was passing through; when it was itchy, it was like mosquitoes biting; when it was painful, it was like a steel knife scraping against his skin. The various sensations were intertwined and mixed up, making it impossible to say whether he was suffering or enjoying himself.

  After just 5 minutes, Jiang Xiaochun was sweating profusely and shouted to the onlookers: "Does anyone have a towel? Can I borrow one?"

  Wang Fanglong couldn't see Jiang Xiaochun sweating profusely, thinking that Jiang was going to use the towel to cover his body, so he hastily said: "What's the point of getting a towel? I'm not cold, don't bother."

  "Haha......"

  The whole house was filled with people laughing loudly.

  Jiang Xiaochun had a sulky expression, muttering non-stop: "You're really heartless, only thinking of yourself. I'm about to die from the heat, okay? The towel is for me to wipe my sweat."

  The person next to him burst out laughing again.

  Wang Fanglong hastily said: "Then use my towel, you don't need to press anymore, I feel much better."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Fanglong supported his upper body with both hands and made a gesture to get up. As a result, as soon as his upper body left the bed board, he was pressed down by Jiang Xiaochun.

  At this time, someone handed over a towel. Jiang Xiaochun wiped the sweat with one hand and pressed Wang Fanglong with the other, saying in a deep voice: "You can't get up now, my massage hasn't ended yet. Wait for a while, this can't ruin the golden signboard passed down from my ancestors."

  Otherwise, if my grandfather finds out, he'll scold me to death."

  After finishing, Jiang Xiaochun slung the towel over his neck and his hands danced again, this time even faster than before. The onlookers' eyes were wide with wonder, their mouths agape in astonishment!

  Wang Fanglong was still lying on the bed, painful and happy at the same time. Before long, he suddenly felt two big hands slapping his back hard, and his whole body shook. Immediately after that, he heard a loud roar: "Good! You can get up now, let's see how it looks!"

  Wang Fanglong got out of bed, stretched a few times on the spot, feeling refreshed and relaxed all over, with an indescribable sense of ease, and his heart was filled with joy.

  "Thanks, Comrade Jiang Xiaochun! Your massage skills are truly unmatched. Luckily I have you, otherwise I'd be worried that I wouldn't make it through tonight's training."

  "Hey, no need to be polite! This is nothing, I'm just looking at you with admiration, you're a real man! To be honest, I've been practicing martial arts since I was 4 years old. But as for horse stance, the longest time I've held it is only 1 hour. I really admire you from the bottom of my heart!"

  Wang Fanglong pulled over a stool and placed it beside Jiang Xiaochun, patting the stool with his hand. He said to Jiang Xiaochun, "You quickly sit down and rest for a bit. Don't admire me, I really reached my limit today. Those 2 hours, I don't know how I managed to get through them. This favor, I'll remember it, and I'll definitely return it to you in the future."

  As soon as Wang Fanglong said he wanted to return a favor, Jiang Xiaochun was very happy and thought that his own opportunity had arrived.

  He sat on the stool with a smile, his hands gently patted the table and said: "What's the point of being so particular about human feelings? Try again to see how much you can recover."

  Wang Fanglong jumped up and down a few times, then did several deep squats, feeling that his legs, which had been tired from walking, were now full of strength. It was as if his entire body was in top condition, and he couldn't help but feel exhilarated.

  At the same time, he was also secretly amazed by Jiang Xiaochun's exquisite massage skills and sincerely admired him.

  At this time, someone suddenly interrupted and curiously asked Jiang Dachun: "Your massage technique is really impressive, but how did you practice it?"

  Everyone else, including Wang Fanglong, was also puzzled and looked at Jiang Xiaochun together.

  Everyone wants to know how he practiced this magical massage technique.