Chapter 9 - Hoverboard

When Yang Song was eating at the Phoenix Lake Restaurant, the video recorded by Su Xiaotuan was already on the UU platform. Although it had not been recommended yet, thanked to that little girl's 100,000 fans, the video had harvested a trend of explosion.

"Xiaotuan, can you put your socks into this brother's mouth?"

"I came to see the old man, aren't I? But how come he is so handsome!"

"What the hell? This old man will be 100 years old soon?"

"Look at his gray hair and his old-fashioned style, but the movement when he stretched his legs is really charming."

"Xiaotuan, is this a change of content?"

"I'm more curious, how can this uncle be so tough?"

The number of comments had reached hundreds, and it was still growing. The number of likes and reposts had already increased rapidly. This kind of rising trend made Su Xiaotuan very happy.

Once this video squeezed itself into the hot spot of UU, it was not difficult for this video to break a million likes at all.

…

A third-generation, in other words, a grandchild of the Yang Family, was drinking a bottle of orange juice during the break while using his mobile phone to scan through the newsfeed on UU. By coincidence, he caught Yang Song's video.

After he finished watching, the orange juice that had just been drunk almost squirted out on spot.

"F.u.c.k, isn't this my grandpa?"

Seeing Yang Song's handsome appearance and agile skills in the video, he felt things were too unrealistic.

His old grandpa captured a robber bravely in the street? Was this real or fake?

Also, his grandpa would soon be a hundred years old. When he saw him two days ago, he could not even walk steadily and always needed the help of the walking stick.

Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay. He quickly turned off UU and dialed his mother's number.

Not long after…

Everyone in the Yang Family knew about it. They did not dare to call Yang Song's phone, but Gong Xueqing, who followed Yang Song, her phone and text messages burst on the spot, and there was no sign of stopping any time soon.

"Xueqing, are you crazy? Why did you let father do that kind of thing?"

"Father will be a hundred years old soon, what if there was a mishap during the process?"

"We have today is all because of the old man's tears and sweat. Now, he is getting older and is not in good health. If something happens to him, we will be very aggrieved."

"Second sister-in-law, you were at the scene at that time, why did you not stop him?"

Gong Xueqing looked at those threads and felt like crying without tears. It took more than half an hour before she could explain the real situation to the Yang Family.

When everyone knew that their old man seemed to be in good health again, knew that their old man caught the robber bravely, and knew that he also ate a few bowls of food with a big appetite, they were all dumbfounded.

"Father… could it be this is another spring for him?"

"How come our old man, who was still ailing the other day, suddenly became so energetic?"

"Could it be that he found grandma outside and was moisturized by love?"

"But… isn't this too much of a nonsense?"

After finishing the explanation, Gong Xueqing breathed a sigh of relief after looking at everyone's latest reply.

"Okay, your father has finished eating. When I went upstairs just now, I saw a high-tech shop next door through the windows. Let me go shopping first!"

When Gong Xueqing was still dealing with the Yang Family's members' heated questions, Yang Song put down his chopsticks, got up, and walked outside. Along the way, whenever he met people, he would observe the talent of the other person with his Eyes of Insight. But unfortunately, he did not find any outstanding talents.

…

Soon, Yang Song came to the high-tech shop next to the restaurant.

In this world, martial arts and other strange arts were respected, but there were still endless varieties of technological products, such as smartphones, tablets, drones, pinhole cameras, projectors, robot love partners, and so on.

Yang Song put one hand behind his back and the other clutching on his walking stick.

After entering this shop, many shop assistants immediately cast their eyes over.

Generally, only young people would come to this kind of high-tech shop. It was really rare for the elderly to come here.

As for Yang Song, after he came in, he looked left and right around the shop. Quickly, his attention fell on a hoverboard.

At that time, he was frightened that his grandchildren would fall off accidentally.

But when he saw it now, he suddenly had an urge to buy one and try it.

"Seller, bring this thing to this old man," Yang Song pointed to the hoverboard.

The seller hurried over with a smile on her face. She did not think much about it. She felt that this must be a gift the old man wanted to give to the younger generation.

Soon, Yang Song paid for it via his mobile phone. Then after a while, the hoverboard was successfully obtained.

However, when the seller was about to pack the hoverboard inside a box, Yang Song decisively refused, "No need to pack, it's too troublesome, and it's tiring to hold it. I have seen that there is still half of the battery inside, so I can just ride it back by myself."

"Hah?" The seller could not react for a while.

Then the next moment, she saw Yang Song carrying the hoverboard and placing it on the street at the entrance of the shop. Then after the old man stepped on it firmly, he put both of his hands behind his back while holding his walking stick. With just a slight movement, he rode it forward swiftly.

"Dad! What are you doing again! Shit! Come down, dad! You have never ridden that thing before, if you hit or fall, you and I will be in trouble!"

Right after she checked out and came outside, she saw the old man sprinting so fast on the street on the hoverboard. Seeing this, she suddenly became ill. She only felt her soul was shattered and her heart was about to jump out and chase after the old man.

There were no many people who noticed Yang Song.

After all, the hoverboard was one of the ways to travel. On the streets, there were still many people who rode it. Many young people and middle-aged men often used it for convenience.

But when Gong Xueqing shouted, countless eyes fell on Yang Song's body.

This uncle's entire hair was gray, he should be almost a hundred years old. But the hoverboard he was standing on flew so fast. There was also a mouse standing on his shoulder, waving its paws, seemingly excited, and squeaking constantly along the way.

Witnessing this kind of scene for the first time, the passersby were all dumbfounded.

However, when seeing the old man getting closer and closer to them, many people instinctively avoided him, for fear of accidentally stepping into trouble with him.

As a result, the normal street became chaotic out of blue.

On the other hand, the old Yang Song, riding a hoverboard, was extremely agile and shuttled smoothly like flowing spring in the crowd.

"Have you ever seen someone ridden a hoverboard like this before?"

"I seem to have seen something like this for the first time in my thirty years of life…"

"Are uncles' ability to keep up with the trend nowadays so strong?"

"Are uncles' ability to play cool nowadays so awesome?"

"Is it possible that the woman who was chasing after him was talking nonsense? After all, that uncle's riding hoverboard skills are even better than many young boys. Look! He's riding it like riding the wind!"

When Yang Song drove by, many people all had messed up thoughts with the wind he left behind.

A lot of people watched the zooming-out back of that grandpa with a walking stick behind in a daze.