Personality V: I will save everything

"Wow!!!!!"

This exclamation came from the novelist.

Since the last time Frederick apologized to the novelist and the two had talked, their relationship had not improved, but at least it had eased.

Then today the novelist raised a question————"Frederick, what Norton told me before about your childhood achievements, how many of them are true?"

Let’s not talk about the other things for now, just take the last one, kicking the person more than two meters away, no matter how the novelist thinks about it, it seems exaggerated.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

novelist:(??)?

Then, unexpected plots unfolded one after another. Frederick was like a busy squirrel, looking for a suitable pillow in the room.

After some searching, he finally managed to find several soft and comfortable pillows, and carefully wrapped them around Orpheus' chest. Each pillow was placed just right, like a thick layer of protective armor.

Then, Frederick walked steadily to about two meters behind Orpheus and gently put down a solid and sturdy chair. Although the chair looked ordinary, it was particularly important at this moment. It was like a safe line of defense, waiting for the upcoming challenge.

It is worth mentioning that before implementing this series of actions, Frederick carefully sought the opinion of the novelist himself. After all, everyone knows that seeing is believing, not to mention that the curious novelist himself could not resist the urge to try this novel experiment himself.

Moreover, considering that the novelist's chest was wrapped in layers of pillows, forming an indestructible barrier, even if Frederick was extremely strong, it would be almost impossible for him to penetrate so many cushioning materials with one kick and cause damage to the novelist's bones.

When everything was ready, Frederick took a deep breath, adjusted his posture and strength, and then asked the novelist in a slightly nervous tone: "Are you ready?"

At this moment, the whole scene was filled with an atmosphere of both anticipation and tension.

However, the novelist did not seem to have too many concerns. He responded without hesitation: "Okay, stop talking, come here!" Before he finished speaking, he slightly bent his body, ready to meet the impact.

At this moment, Frederick suddenly exerted his strength and kicked the novelist.

Instantly, there was a dull sound, and the novelist flew out like an arrow from a bow. After drawing a graceful arc in the air, he landed squarely on the chair that had been placed in advance.

Due to inertia, the chair continued to slide backwards rapidly while bearing the weight of the novelist's body.

Finally, when everything was settled, people were surprised to find that the chair had slid a full three meters before slowly stopping.

"Are you okay?" After Frederick paused, he immediately ran to the novelist and asked him if he was okay. After all, he used all his strength in that kick just now.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!" Despite the cushioning of the pillow, the novelist still felt as if a huge rock had hit his chest.

Fortunately, the bones were fine.

After recovering from the shock, the novelist rested his chin on one hand and sat in his chair, looking like a thoughtful person.

Because he really couldn't understand how Frederick, who looked so weak, could have so much strength to kick him, an adult, out... Including the distance he flew out and the distance he slid on the chair, it was a full five meters!

But Frederick didn't know what the novelist was thinking. He thought he had kicked too hard and hurt the novelist.

"Are you okay?" Frederick hurriedly asked the novelist if anything was wrong.

"Frederick, you said your arms look so thin, why are they so strong?" The novelist really couldn't figure out this question.

Is Frederick's strength anatomically correct?

As we all know, the strength of human beings depends on the amount of muscle they have. In other words, the more muscle a person has, the stronger he is.

Similarly, if a person is very strong, then no matter how inconspicuous his muscles are, they will be very eye-catching.

But look at Frederick again. The power unleashed from his thin arms and legs is comparable to that of a mad bull. The novelist could not figure out what the structure of Frederick's body was like.

"Don't compare yourself with me..." Frederick's face was full of helplessness and speechlessness, his brows were tightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned down, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Hearing this, the other party suddenly became furious, stared at Frederick with wide eyes, and shouted loudly: "Hey, what do you mean?"

As an upright man, he was actually questioned about his strength in person. This was a great insult to this novelist who was known for his endless writing and rich imagination!

Frederick sneered, and without saying a word, he unbuttoned the exquisite cufflinks on his red shirt, and pulled up his sleeves neatly, instantly revealing his well-defined, strong arms.

The snow-white skin sparkles with a healthy luster under the sunlight, and the thick biceps bulge high, as if containing endless power.

Frederick is not thin, he just looks thin when he is dressed and has muscles when he is undressed.

Then Frederick took the novelist's arm, unceremoniously grasped the loose, hanging flesh of his arm with his fingers, and shook it gently.

He said sarcastically: "Look at your skinny arms and legs, so soft and weak. You still have the nerve to question my strength? In my opinion, you should honestly think of a way to lose some weight first. Maybe after you lose all the fat on your body, you will be qualified to compete with me!"

After saying this, he glanced disdainfully at the red-faced novelist, stuck out his tongue at him, and then turned and walked away with a swagger.

"Stop right there!" The novelist reached out and grabbed Frederick.

In fact, the novelist wanted to rush over and fight with Frederick, but before he took action, his reason had already overwhelmed his physical impulse. He knew clearly that if he really did that, it was very likely that all 206 bones in his body would be broken.

"What?" Frederick swore that if the novelist didn't say something nice, he would not kick him through the pillow again.

"............." The novelist thought for a moment, then blurted out, "Help me exercise."

Frederick: .........

"Row."

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"................Poor guy." This was the best and most appropriate evaluation Norton could give when he looked at the miserable novelist in front of him.

Norton shook his head as he recalled his previous conversation with the novelist, in which he had solemnly warned the novelist: "Don't mess with Frederick."

But now it seems that the other party has completely misunderstood the meaning of this sentence. Norton thought that the other party would understand that the so-called "don't provoke" is not just limited to avoiding forcing Frederick to hit him, but covers all aspects.

The reality was just as bad as Norton expected. At this moment, the novelist was climbing the stairs with great difficulty, and every step seemed extremely strenuous. A closer look revealed that his legs had lost sensation and he could not walk normally. He could only rely on the strength of his hands and body to move up little by little.

That look is really pitiful.

Norton walked up slowly and spoke to the novelist who had finally climbed up from the stairs and was lying on the floor in the corridor to rest.

"I told you not to mess with Freddie Rick."

Norton deliberately emphasized every word, making it full of sarcasm.

After saying that, Norton reached out and patted the novelist on the shoulder, then left, without any intention of helping him up.

Don't mess with Frederick.

Norton believes that novelists today have learned a painful lesson.

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Five hours ago...

Frederick agreed to the novelist without hesitation, saying that he would definitely help him complete the exercise plan. However, the exercise method he adopted was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Frederick led the novelist to a huge tree. The tree was so tall that it reached the sky. It was roughly estimated to be at least five stories high, a veritable towering tree.

"Let's warm up first. Go climb this tree." Frederick first pointed at the astonished novelist, and then pointed at the big tree.

After hearing this, the novelist subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, his mouth wide open, his face full of disbelief: (⊙x⊙;) You know, such a tall tree is simply an insurmountable obstacle for ordinary people.

At this moment, Frederick seemed to realize something. He rested his chin on his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Well... this does seem to be a bit difficult."

The novelist could not help but secretly rejoice, thinking that Frederick finally realized that this request was a bit excessive. However, what he never expected was that......

"Let me show you how to do it first." As soon as Frederick finished speaking, he took off his coat as fast as lightning, as if even the air had not had time to react. The coat drew a graceful arc in the air and gently fell on the grass beside him.

At the same time, Frederick skillfully rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and powerful forearms. Every movement he made was so crisp and neat, without any hesitation. In a blink of an eye, he had already rushed towards the big tree like an arrow from a bow.

In the blink of an eye, Frederick arrived at the tree. He pushed his feet against the ground, flew into the air, and grabbed the trunk with both hands accurately. Then, his hands and feet coordinated, like an agile monkey, and he easily climbed up the tree in a few strokes.

Frederick's movements were so smooth and seamless that people could not help but marvel at them. What was even more astonishing was that he actually hung on a thick branch with one arm, and then his whole body was suspended vertically in the air.

"Hey! Come up quickly!" Frederick shouted, waving his other hand at the novelist under the tree, signaling him to follow quickly.

However, the novelist at this moment was terrified, with his mouth opened wide, as if an egg could be stuffed in. He sucked his saliva unconsciously, and his eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and fear.

Looking at the arrogant Frederick, the novelist began to retreat in his heart. His legs involuntarily took a few steps back and the thought of running away flashed through his mind.

But how could Frederick let him get away? He swung his body twice on the branch vigorously, then suddenly let go, and after a free fall, he landed steadily in front of the novelist's escape route.

"We agreed to exercise. How can we escape from the battle? Don't you agree? Mr. Olfer."

Although Frederick said this with a smile, the novelist could clearly see that Frederick's face turned dark.

“Aa ...

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The memory ends here.

The novelist lay down on the bed in his room with tears on his face. God knows how he crawled back.

In just five hours, Frederick first pulled him to climb the tree... up and down six times.

Then they forced him to run. Halfway through the run, he was out of strength. Guess what Frederick did?

Haha, he took a rope, tied a knot around his waist, then tied a knot around the novelist's waist, and led the novelist forward.

The novelist must either run forward or be dragged along by Frederick.

Knowing that the novelist could no longer run, he collapsed to the ground and would rather let Frederick drag him with a rope than move again.

Frederick stopped.

But this alone is not the end.

Your legs are tired, right? Then let's train your arms.

Frederick asked the novelist to do push-ups on the spot.

Novelist: _(:D)∠)_Oh yeah! It’s already dead, don’t disturb it.