Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Xiaoxia blushed and instinctively covered herself.

Hanako glanced at her, smiled, and shook her head: "You're already inside, why are you blocking me? You'll still need my help later anyway."

Xiaoxia blushed even more, but still slowly lowered her hand: "Thank you, Sister Huazi."

"It's alright. I might need your help in the future."

Hanako laughed and began.

........................

The atmosphere in the bathroom was intense, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was equally subtle.

Jiang Chuan and Ai Mei looked at each other and laughed for a while, but in the end Ai Mei was the first to look away.

"Then...then I'll go change my clothes!" she said, head down. "It's inconvenient to teach you boxing in this outfit."

Jiang Chuan looked at her current attire.

Bodycon skirts and cardigans are indeed not suitable for strenuous exercise.

"OK."

Aimei turned and ran into the house, her steps a little flustered.

...............

She came out not long after.

Jiang Chuan looked up and paused for a moment.

Aimei changed out of her previous ladylike outfit.

She wore a white, tight-fitting tank top with a neckline that wasn't too low, revealing a small patch of her fair collarbone. The tank top clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender waist and the curves of her chest—not voluptuous, but firm and perky, clearly the physique of someone who exercises regularly.

Her lower body was even more eye-catching.

A pair of light blue denim shorts, as short as they could possibly be.

The edges of the trousers were rough, as if they were deliberately distressed. Two long, straight, and fair legs emerged from the trousers, without an ounce of excess flesh.

The fabric at the base of her thighs clung tightly to her buttocks, creating a slight curve.

If it weren't for the fact that the cotton underwear I wear is quite thick, some of my beautiful shapes would probably be showing through.

She was wearing a pair of white sneakers, her ankles were slender, and her calves had smooth lines.

She transformed from a gentle and ladylike woman into a vibrant and energetic sporty girl.

"Um..." Aimi felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and unconsciously tugged at the hem of her hot pants. "It'll be easier to move around this way. Does it look good?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it.

What does it mean to be good-looking?

What kind of question is that!

Jiang Chuan replied honestly, "It's very beautiful."

Ai Mei blushed again, but couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"Then... let's begin!"

She walked to the middle of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and assumed a starting stance.

"Mr. Jiang Chuan, watch carefully. I'll demonstrate our family's traditional boxing style first, so you can get a feel for it."

After saying that, he began the initiation ceremony.

Start by throwing a punch, then turning and kicking...

The movements were fluid and graceful.

To be honest, this woman who looks so gentle and pretty is actually quite good at boxing; she's really impressive.

Her movements were powerful yet not stiff, supple yet forceful. Each punch whistled through the air. Each kick, with its twisting waist and graceful leg movements, resembled a dance, yet the power was clearly that of a real fighter.

Especially when she turns around, her buttocks, encased in hot pants, are taut, and the muscle lines are faintly visible.

And there's the slight tremor in his chest when he throws a punch...

As Jiang Chuan watched, a smile crept onto his lips.

interesting.

This girl looks quiet and gentle, but I never expected her to have such great strength hidden inside.

After finishing her set of punches, Aimei stood still, a thin layer of sweat already beading on her forehead.

She took a breath and looked at Jiang Chuan: "How is it?"

Jiang Chuan applauded enthusiastically, saying, "Awesome!"

Aimei smiled sheepishly: "Actually, I'm not very good at it. I was only ten years old when my grandfather was alive, so I didn't learn much. Later, I relied entirely on reading the manuals and figuring it out myself, so there are definitely many things I did wrong."

She walked over to Jiang Chuan.

"Come, I'll teach you. Let's start with the most basic standing meditation."

...............

The two then practiced in the courtyard.

Aimei taught very seriously, correcting Jiang Chuan's movements step by step.

"Feet, spread them a little wider, yes, shoulder-width apart."

"Lower your waist, lower your center of gravity, and don't stick your butt out..."

She suddenly paused at this point, her face turning slightly red.

What do you mean by "don't stick your butt out"...?

That sounds a bit strange.

She quickly cleared her throat and continued, "Well... you have to tuck in your waist, yes, that's it."

Jiang Chuan adjusted his posture as she instructed.

Because he had the mental foundation of the previous Courage Fist, he learned this set of fist techniques incredibly quickly.

The Danqi Quan style emphasizes momentum and the activation of internal strength, while the Aimei family's traditional style focuses more on the techniques of power generation and the coordination of various parts of the body. Combining the two, many key points become clear with just a glance.

After mastering a set of basic moves, he could already perform them quite well.

Aimei watched with sparkling eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Chuan, you learn so quickly!"

Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "It's because you taught me well. A beautiful female coach provides close instruction!"

Ai Mei's face turned red again.

Why does this person always say things like that?

Although she knew Jiang Chuan might just be being polite, it still made her feel sweet inside.

"Then...then let's continue practicing the next section!"

...............

Time flew by during practice.

They had learned about half of a complete set of boxing techniques, and both of them were already covered in sweat.

Jiang Chuan's vest was soaked through, clinging to his body and outlining the contours of his strong muscles. Ai Mei's white vest was also drenched in sweat, the neckline and back darkening, the fabric clinging to her skin, faintly revealing the flesh beneath.

She was panting, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and looked at Jiang Chuan with surprise and joy in her eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Chuan, you are truly amazing. In just over an hour, you have already learned nearly half of it. My grandfather took on several apprentices back then, and some of them studied for a month but still couldn't play as well as you."

Jiang Chuan stopped his movements and stretched his shoulders.

"Maybe he practiced something else before, so he has some foundation."

This was entirely due to the courageous boxing technique that Jiang Chuan had practiced before. Although it was a brute-force style, it allowed Jiang Chuan to become familiar with the basics of boxing.

"That's still amazing," Aimi said sincerely. "I... I've been practicing this style of boxing for several years to get to where I am now. With your talent, if you had started training from a young age, you might already be a fighting master."

She looked at Jiang Chuan and grew happier the more she looked.

The man in front of me was tall and sturdy, with handsome features, and his smile was gentle and reliable.

He promised to help me teach my dad a lesson, he took care of his own emotions, and he was so serious when he learned boxing...

And just now in the wild, the way he commanded Pikachu to fight off Hitmonlee...

My heart is racing because I love beauty.

My chest feels bloated.

My whole body felt tingly and warm, as if something was gently scratching me.

This is a reaction I've never experienced before after boxing.

She quickly shifted her attention and started talking.

"Mr. Jiang Chuan, what...what do you think of this set of boxing techniques?"

Jiang Chuan looked at her with gentle eyes.

"Very good. Your boxing skills are excellent, and your knowledge of training Fighting Pokémon is also impressive."

Although Jiang Chuan already possesses intermediate-level superpowers, he may no longer need to rely on this fist technique in combat.

However, it is very necessary to strengthen one's body.

After all, Hanako and Kasumi have been taking great care of the bathroom, so a fierce battle is probably in the works.

Build up your physical strength so you can fight to the very end!

After a moment of internal monologue, Jiang Chuan returned to his serious tone.

"Aimei, you could try to revitalize your family's Fighting Spirit Dojo."

Aimei was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm serious," Jiang Chuan explained. "You know fighting techniques, you can train Pokémon, and you work so hard. Maybe you really can become the city's representative gym leader in the future."

Upon hearing this, Aimei was first stunned, then laughed.

But there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Mr. Jiangchuan, thank you for saying that. However... I dare not think that far ahead."

She lowered her head and spoke softly.

"Right now, I just want to take care of my mother. She's not in good health and needs someone to look after her. I also need to deal with all of my father's troubles... Once all of that is resolved, we can talk about the future."

Jiang Chuan looked at her lowered eyelashes and didn't say anything more.

Everyone has their own path to walk, and he cannot make decisions for others.

"Alright, let's deal with the immediate issue first."

"Leave your father's side to me."

Aimei looked up at him, her eyes shining.

"Um!"

...............

Jiang Chuan took out a Poké Ball and put the Infernape away.

The little guy has been practicing for a long time and is exhausted. It's good for him to rest when he gets back.

That's enough for today.

"Go take a shower, you're all sweaty."

Aimee nodded.

The two walked into the house.

Upon entering, the living room was quiet.

Pikachu and Eevee were snuggled together on the sofa, fast asleep. Pikachu was curled up into a little yellow ball, and Eevee was huddled next to it, its tail covering its body. The two little creatures were snuggled together, sleeping soundly.

They're probably just tired from playing.

Jiang Chuan glanced at them but didn't disturb them.

Hanako and Kasumi weren't in the living room either; they must have gone back to their room.

Ayano is physically weak and had already been resting for a long time.

The room was so quiet that only the clock on the wall was ticking.

"You go first," Jiang Chuan said to Ai Mei.

Aimei wanted to be polite, but when she looked down at herself covered in sweat, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Then... I'll go first, I'll be quick."

She walked quickly toward the bathroom.

...............

The bathroom was steaming hot.

Aimei closed the door and took off her sweat-soaked clothes.

A white tank top sat on the clothes rack, with denim shorts draped to the side.

Finally, underwear.

Those light green cotton underwear with lace trim.

When she took it off, she looked down and realized she must have been sweating a lot.

Ai Mei blushed and quickly crumpled her underwear into a ball and put it on the shelf as well.

I'm sweating so much today...

Without thinking much about it, she turned on the shower.

Hot water poured down from above, washing away the sweat from my body.

Aimei stood underwater, eyes closed, letting the hot water slide over her cheeks, neck, and chest...

She squeezed out some shower gel and began to wash her body.

Her hand traced her collarbone and glided across her chest.

Then the hand continued downwards, sliding over the waist and abdomen.

The beauty-loving, comfortable, and gentle massage was applied.

She closed her eyes, recalling all the wonderful things that had happened that day.

I ate with Jiang Chuan and practiced boxing with him.

Jiang Chuan stood in the courtyard, smiling as he looked at himself.

He said, "It looks good."

He said, "It's because you taught me well."

He said, "You might become the owner of the museum someday."

As those images flashed by, accompanied by the rubbing and washing with her fingers, Ai Mei suddenly had a strange feeling.

So comfortable.

I've never experienced this feeling before when I was looking for beauty.

She was always busy taking care of her mother, working to earn money, and cleaning up her father's messes. She never had time for romance, and she never had that feeling.

What's wrong with me today?

she does not know.

All she knew was that taking a bath like this felt so good.

I was so engrossed in my beauty routine that I realized I'd been taking a long shower.

Jiang Chuan was still waiting outside.

Lovely rinse yourself clean and turn off the shower.

My hands were still trembling a little when I took a bath towel to dry my body. Then I wrapped the towel around my body, pushed open the door and went out.

...............

"Mr. Jiang Chuan, you can wash now."

Aimei called out towards the living room, then quickly walked back to her room.

She closed the door, leaned against it, clutched her chest, and gasped for breath.

The feeling I had in the bathroom just now...

it's wired.

But it feels so comfortable.

She walked to the bedside, intending to sit down and rest for a while.

Just as her bottom touched the edge of the bed, she suddenly remembered something and jumped up.

"Oh no!"

She covered her mouth and gasped softly.

My underwear is still here...

Those sweaty, light green cotton underwear!

They also have the same style of underwear!

It was just thrown on top of the clothes rack, right there in the bright light!

Ai Mei's face instantly turned bright red, and even the roots of her ears felt hot.

She wanted to rush out and get it back, but her legs were too weak to move.

and……

And Mr. Jiangchuan should have already gone to the bathroom, right?

Wouldn't it be even more awkward if I rushed out now?

She covered her face, collapsed onto the bed, and let out a soft wail.

It's all over, it ......

What will Mr. Jiangchuan think?

Will he think he did it on purpose?

Aimei tossed and turned in bed, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

...........................

Meanwhile, in the bathroom.

Jiang Chuan pushed open the door and went in.

The bathroom was still filled with warmth, and the air was filled with the faint, sweet scent of shower gel, somewhat like the scent of Aimee.

He glanced at it; it was on the small clothes rack next to the bathtub.

A light green cotton pair of underwear with a white lace trim around the edge.

There was also a matching bra, simple in style but very clean.

The underwear was freshly taken off and was still damp.

The scent of sweat mixed with a unique fragrance wafted over and entered my nose.

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment, then smiled.

What does this mean...?

Without much thought, Jiang Chuan gently picked up Ai Mei's messy underwear and bras, tidied them up, and made room for his own clothes.

Then he took off his clothes and draped them over the other side.

Turn on the shower and start taking a bath.

The hot water felt wonderful on my body.

I'm really exhausted today.

But the gains were also considerable.

That set of boxing techniques is indeed quite impressive.

The tips that Aimi mentioned for raising Fighting-type Pokémon are also very useful.

As he washed, he thought about his next plan.

The P1 Fighting Tournament is coming soon.

We need to hurry up and train the fiery monkey.

With the help of beauty experts, it should improve things considerably.

He finished showering, turned off the shower, and dried himself off.

Put on clean clothes and tidy up the clothes you took off.

After glancing at the light green underwear next to him, he opened the door, went out, and went back to his bedroom to rest.

Aimee, in the bedroom, kept a close eye on what was happening in the bathroom.

Upon hearing the bathroom door open, Aimei immediately opened her bedroom door a crack, and a small head peeked out, looking around.

After seeing Jiang Chuan leave, she quickly ran into the bathroom.

She closed the door, leaned against it, and her heart was pounding.

Looking up, I saw my underwear and bra neatly arranged on a small clothes rack.

It's not in its original messy state anymore.

The location changed, was it Jiang Chuan who did it?

Jiang Chuan touched my sweaty underwear?

Ouch~

Aimei was extremely embarrassed. Although it was just her clothes that had been changed, she felt a sense of shame that Jiang Chuan had touched her.

She covered her face and squatted on the ground.

So embarrassing! So embarrassing! So embarrassing!